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Within a large manor in the lower and less guarded areas of the capital of the Westwind Country, a mysterious man sat down in a chair, ahead of him there was a desk filled with papers and many other items.
The man's eyes were dark, and his hair was silvery white, with two wolf ears atop his head. His face was scarred and old, a man seemingly on his fifties, although his body was well maintained and rather muscular.
However, aside from his good physique, the strength he emanated was not physical but magical.
The enormous pressure that he could barely hide, the Mana Aura of a Rank 5 Magus.
He sat down on his desk while glancing at several papers, contracts, and other things with aristocrats, deals where he sold illegal magic items and slaves, amongst many things.
