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"I might not be able to repay... this debt." An elf stood awkwardly in front of several men, speaking in despair.
"Then leave a hand behind... After all, we need to answer to our superiors." One of the men pulled out a large machete over a foot long from his bosom, looking incredibly sharp.
"I... I am... I am a knight of the Poplar Kingdom... I, I can, I can work for you! Just... Just spare me..." The elf, looking at the gleaming blade, shook his head frantically.
"Oh? Let's hear it. If you really have something to offer, I might consider helping you repay the debt." The leading man pressed down the machete held by his subordinate, smiling as he spoke.
Grasping at straws, the elf hurriedly said, "My lover is the daughter of Marquis Leibart's butler. I can help you gather information!"
"What kind of information could you possibly gather?" The men looked at each other sneeringly and then turned their attention back to the pitiful elf, "Are you trying to fool us?"
