The group of people stepped out of the shadows, exchanging glances. They wore the attire of Alliance officials, not bothering to disguise themselves—after all, the Alliance had always been known to invest in its relationship with this Praetor. "Praetor, what he mentioned earlier is precisely our request," the leader spoke bluntly. "If you are willing to assist us with this favor, we can at least promise you this figure afterward—"
He stretched out his hand, making a gesture.
The Marquis squinted his eyes in silence for a moment. "I want to convert a third of the money into your gold."
The group exchanged another look, seeing the joy in each other's eyes but still showing difficulty: "This... there will probably be some operational challenges..."
"If not, then forget it."
"Wait, Praetor," the man hurriedly spoke, "it's just some difficulties, not impossible. But we would like to ask, why do you wish to do this?"
