"The missions have arrived."
Salicardo gazed towards the end of the night; everything was so obvious, the beam of light piercing through the darkness, advancing all the way to Old Dunling's docks.
Shermans also glanced out at the night through the window, his eyes full of sorrow.
"The leader is someone called Anthony Russo; do you recognize him?" Salicardo asked, getting the list of the mission was not difficult for him, after all, he was a distinguished Duke, and might have to attend the welcoming banquet in a few days.
"It's him..."
Upon hearing the name, Shermans' eyes changed slightly, with a hint of fear and melancholy.
"It seems he left quite an impression on you." Noticing Shermans' change, Salicardo paid attention.
After the night of Lawrence's attack, a new world unfolded before Salicardo. The cleaners had erased his memory of that night, yet he recalled it all again in his subsequent nightmares.
