Seeing this, an irritated look appeared on Karl's face.
"Working again huh? Dammit… Did she forget she has a husband?"
Muttering to himself, he staggered toward a cabinet and began opening drawers and rummaged through them noisily.
What was he doing?
Of course, he was searching… searching for money lying around.
Soon, his eyes lit up brightly.
"Good thing she is not around. Should I visit that place again?"
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The morning sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows of Reinhardt's private office, casting a golden light across the polished oak floor.
Reinhardt sat on his high backed chair with a slight frown etched on his handsome face. In his hand were numerous letters.
Their senders were none other than commanders of the Seven Great Knight Orders.
The letters reported on troop readiness, logistical preparedness, and any sightings of demonic activity across borders.
Each parchment was a weight, a reminder of the looming war with the demonkind.
