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He’d heard about Lord Mancey. Everything he’d heard about this great man had only engendered a feeling of deep respect.

“Who are you, young man?” The Lord’s voice boomed. “And why are you stirring up trouble near my fort?”

“I beg your pardon, honorable General,” Hadjar bowed even lower. “The long trip here has thrown my nerves into disarray.”

Hadjar took the letter out of his spatial ring. As soon as the General saw the seal belonging to Mentor Orune, the expression on his face changed.

“Are you a disciple of his?” He asked.

“No,” Hadjar decided to add that he might soon become one, however.

“That’s good,” the General nodded. “If you’d told me you were, I would’ve killed you immediately.”

“Why?” Hadjar asked in surprise.

“Old Orune never takes anyone as a disciple,” the Lord snorted. “He refused even my own son! His sworn nephew! However, that doesn’t matter right now, come on in. We have a lot to discuss.”

Magnificent Flower disappeared into Frederick’s spatial artifact, he gave a br
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