Chapter 113

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Chapter 113 Vector is training him well, I see. That man surely hasnt forgotten the past and harbors a grudge. Hes torturing me like a maniac who couldnt finish off his enemy, and now Laila is needlessly interfering What was meant as a light-hearted comment triggered an endless tirade of complaints and grudges. Clearly, the boy was going through a tough time. Logan chuckled and cut off his ramblings. Ill give you a letter to deliver. Take a break for a few days. Ill talk to Vector, so you dont have to worry. Really? Why? You dont like it? No, its not that I dislike it, but He trailed off, and Logan gave him a sharp look that quickly brought him back to his senses. Make sure you deliver all these important letters. Theres a branch of Nox at Bifrost Castle youll need to visit. As he instructed the teary-eyed boy on how to contact Nox, Logan thought about his true plan. He was to scout the surviving knights of recently ruined families for Macline. The conditions were to be communicated clearly, with instructions for interested parties to contact them discretely. He handed dozens of letters to the boy, who was surprised at the sheer number. What are all these? Just letters. When did you write these? And who are they for? Youre not cheating on Eileen, are you? A swift punch silenced him. Dont talk nonsense! Theyre all for men. Stop imagining things and just send them. Watching Rick leave in a fluster, Logan sighed. The letters were addressed to descendants of minor territories that had recently fallen, knights-in-training, in short, soldiers people who were overlooked by others. But Logan saw their potential, especially knowing that many would become Force users in the future. Most importantly, some of them were people Logan remembered who never awakened their Force until many years later. The Grandia Liberation Front. The true patriots who ultimately sacrificed their lives for their country. These were the real freedom fighters Logan had found it hard to befriend in his past life due to his personal vendettas. He hoped they would respond to his letters, offering a chance to join a cause that could change their future. Damien Nadal was the second son of the minor noble Nadal Baron family in the southeastern region. His family was so insignificant that most didnt even recognize their name. Lately, he had even begun to resent his noble lineage. Why did we get involved in this factional conflict just because my great-grandmother was the daughter of the Duke of Kalia? This is why our family is in ruins. Drinking his sorrows away, Damien lamented the fate of his family, one of the first to fall in the civil war. He drank to ease the pain and to mourn his family, whose bodies he couldnt even retrieve. What kind of memorial service is this, drowning in alcohol He ordered another drink, hoping either his money would run out or his miserable life would end first. If I survive, maybe Ill brag about it. I drank for three days and nights, but this tough old life wont end. Lost in these dark thoughts, a strange voice interrupted him. Damien Nadal? Startled, he clumsily reached for his sword, too drunk to find it at first. Who are you?! The man, a middle-aged individual with an ordinary appearance, looked at Damien with a frown. Are you Damien Nadal? M-me? Being pursued? Why would anyone bother His drunken ramblings were interrupted by his own self-deprecation. What do you want? How do you know me? He managed to ask coherently, and the stranger pulled out a letter. Im from the information guild. Our client asked me to deliver this to you. A letter? For me? Confusion swirled in Damiens inebriated mind. Who would send him a letter? How did they know he was here? The thoughts further muddled his already clouded mind, but the messenger showed no sympathy for his state. Well, Ive delivered the letter. Heres the acknowledgementugh. There, done. Ill be off then. Yes, but what can I do here? My only skill is writing a few lines of poetry. You might be confusing me with someone else. Not at all. Being talented in poetry means you can understand and succinctly express complex matters. Youll be an asset in administration and management. Even as I say it, it sounds absurd. What kind of nonsense is this? Both the speaker and listener thought this was ludicrous, but Logan was determined to recruit Damien. Damien Nadal. A genius of code and a master of information management. His contribution was key in protecting the identities of the resistance members throughout their long struggle. Even if his talents arent immediately applicable, hell be more than useful in administration. And more importantly, Damien has already lost his family in the civil war. Yet he fought for decades out of sheer patriotism. If we win his loyalty, hes someone we can trust implicitly. Regardless of his skills, individuals like him were invaluable. Confidently, Logan offered him a position. Hmm. Werent you an administration graduate from the academy? Thats trustworthy enough. Ill give you a position. Youll start as an assistant to our chief administrator, but with proven skills, you might manage a whole sector. Lets start your salary at 300 gold, shall we? Why are you doing so much for me? Dont you want it? No, its not that! II mean Just accept it. Why overthink? Wh-what if Im a spy? I could bring enemies inside Oh, what am I saying? Im not a spysorry. Ha! I know, I know. Alright, Ill arrange a room for you. Start tomorrow. First, let me introduce you to your superior. Okay, yes. Stunned by the whirlwind hiring and assignment, Damien followed the young lord, who felt a sense of pride in his decision. That cold-hearted genius had such a look when he was young. Interesting. Very interesting. Among the recent arrivals, twenty-five would become Force users in the future. But securing Damien felt more satisfying than all of them combined. Maybe he can manage an information guild for us someday. Dependence on Nox or other guilds for information wasnt sustainable in the long run, especially as the family grew. And when that time came, Damien Nadal, not just an administrator but an information manager. Until then, even if its not his forte, hell have to endure. So Logan introduced Damien to Dwayne, confident in his decision. And sure enough, Ha ha ha! Lord, youre amazing. Philip and that Damien guy alone are worth more than ten others. Where did you find these gems? Just three more like them, and I wont have a worry in the world. In just a week, Damien Nadal had earned high praise from Maclines top vassal.

Chapter 113

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