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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