"Defeated, you say? What do you mean? How could the Black Wings army have lost?"
Sitting in his chair, Belfor straightened his posture and stared intently at Rick standing before him.
"I'm sorry, leader," Rick replied heavily. "I don't know the reason either, but that's the report we received from our spies."
His vague answer only fueled Belfor's anger.
What a useless fool! He cursed inwardly.
The Black Wings were renowned mercenaries who had completed countless missions on the battlefield. To hire them, he had spent nearly fifty million Sharn.
And that wasn't the only benefit he had offered—they had received far more than money could measure.
Yet now, those mercenaries had failed, defeated by the Valmire family's army. Naturally, this outcome enraged him.
"Well…" Belfor exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples. "The most important thing now is to erase every trace of our involvement with them. Have you already done that?"
His gaze turned sharp, pressing down with authority.
