Lord Manor of Long Winter Town.
Inside the reception hall.
Wild animal skins hung on the walls, with a cracked shield hanging above them.
Baron Sloer leaned back in a chair wrapped in animal skins, a fawning smile on his face.
Opposite him sat a middle-aged man.
He was tall and thin, with a stern face, wearing the emblem of the Red Griffin Family on his chest.
"Lord Leviathan, thank you for bringing such abundant goods."
Sloer's voice was ingratiating,
"Of course, I have prepared a return gift, which includes something for you."
"Hmm, not bad."
Leviathan showed a hint of a smile, seemingly very satisfied with Sloer's arrangements.
"The two young girls who have been with me for more than ten days are very unfortunate, I intend to take them in."
"Ah, no problem!"
Sloer immediately reacted, nodding repeatedly.
But he was secretly pleased, he had not judged wrong.
