So, under the most optimistic scenario, the Marshal might even actively court and appease us!
Ah, who would have thought that the dreaded Black Disaster could actually serve as Transylvania's amulet in such hard times?"
"Tsk, you young ones. If you had read more of the Posya Confederation's Chronicles, you wouldn't just be realizing this now,"
Lady Cui Si's voice sounded from the doorway.
The Blood Vulture Duke, who had just indulged in a bout of fishing, downed a bottle of top-grade Icefire Wine, and was sauntering out for a post-meal stroll, quite indecorously propped himself against the doorway of Murphy's office.
She twirled a playful lock of hair, and said:
"From the moment the Posya Confederation's first city was established, capitalizing on the threats of the Black Disaster and the Wolf People to gain benefits from the Nord, West Lan, and Kite People has been the lifeline of this nation!
