In the darkness of the night, Ox left the manor, but simultaneously, another person arrived secretly.
Still in the same room, facing Roger, the man's hurried gaze lacks some admiration but is filled with unknown fear.
Roger filled the glass with wine and placed it on the table in front of the man.
"Bisde."
Upon hearing Roger's voice, the man stood up in panic.
In a short time, the ordinary man accidentally saved by Roger at the frontier had undergone immense change.
The frostbitten face had become much younger, and the hands, once crossed with calluses, became delicate; most importantly, his demeanor.
The timidity of a small-town person was gone, with his eyes shining brightly.
"Sir, a large group of people has gathered around us. According to your previous guidance, they can simply handle some supernatural incidents."
"I have recorded all the income during this time, this is..."
Bisde took out a piece of paper, but Roger showed no interest in checking it.
