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The battlefield was filled with all kinds of noises, but to those in the throes of frenzy, none of it registered. Even if it did, they ignored it. Yet Keter’s voice pierced through everything.
“...?!”
Those fleeing, fighting, and struggling to survive all looked up at him.
An announcement of importance? Now, of all times? Is that something to say in a field overflowing with corpses, blood, rage, and killing intent?
And yet, it worked. Even the Infinite Bank’s colossi stopped. Of course, granting Keter the floor was the branch manager’s courtesy. He, too, wanted to hear what Keter had to say.
“Liqueur is now under the Liqueur Mercenary Guild.”
Keter wasted no time on preamble. He went straight to the point.
“And we, the Mercenary Guild, nominate Joyray, a councilman of the Mercenary Association, as the new Godfather of Liqueur.”
“...?!”
“...!”
Everyone knew Keter was mad. Though he may spout nonsense from time to time, he never lied. And so, what he was saying right now was only the truth. The problem was that Joyray himself was hearing this for the first time.
“When did I ever…”
He started to object, but Dork cut him off swiftly.
“Master, let’s...
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