A sergeant named Omlet appeared in front of the black fox as a senior guide.


    After being officially conferred, he spoke arrogantly: "Your name is Omlet? What is your status?"


    "Yes. I am a centurion."


    "Centurion? Could it be Ludwig... oh no. The king assigned you to me, where is your army?"


    "Of course not."


    "You came empty-handed? Alone? Now we have to trust you


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