Any person with even a slight military mind would think this way, and it is indeed the correct line of thought, well within someone's expectations...
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Game Time PM22:25
East District of Mithril City, the former camp of the Marshal Autonomous Army, now the temporary residence of Duke Dundis,
Duke Dundis dismissed his attendants and, with weary steps, returned to the central building, the three-story house where he now lodged. This was not his regular abode in the city, located in the Mithril City Glass Pavilion, but he couldn't be bothered to go back to his room there. The reason was simple: he did not know what kind of expression to use when facing Clive Bresin.
"Anyway, there's a meeting later..."
Duke Dundis sighed, waved the two Golden Crow Imperial Guards behind him to leave, and slowly sat down on a wooden chair, his gaze fixed on the flames of the fireplace, seemingly lost in thought.
