The Eternal Night Monarch...
The mercenaries wore solemn faces. They had dealt with plenty of strange occurrences in their money-making endeavors.
Among them were those who had dealt with the Blood Clan.
The term 'Eternal Night' was something they were all too familiar with as it signified the Blood Clan.
In the same way, they were not averse to the idea that the price of immortality would be to become a vampire.
In their treatment of the weak, they were no kinder than the Blood Clan.
"Mr. Eifu, can I?" The mercenary with the big beard looked at the notes on the table.
He asked if he could take a look at their contents.
Old Eifu nodded slightly, he had brought it out so that everyone would believe his words.
The man with the big beard picked up the notes, carefully undoing the thin hemp rope tied around them.
The notes were so old that they were afraid they would crumble if they handled them too roughly.
As the notes were opened, their content was revealed.
