The atmosphere in the Lord's Mansion conference room was somewhat tense.
Everyone present already knew what had happened last night—six spies from the Blackrock Hand had been dismembered.
Without a word, everyone looked in unison at Velin.
They had all seen the world, from the bustling Royal Capital of the Duchy to ancestral Knight manors, but they had never seen a populace so obedient to their lord's commands.
The way they swarmed a professional, risking life and limb for "credit points," was something foreign to them.
'What kind of magic did these credit points hold?'
'Aren't they just a kind of token?'
Velin sat at the head of the table, his face expressionless.
