So sacred, so majestic, every time he sees the person before him, Pilazzo feels the urge to bow in worship. Even after rolling in piles of corpses for twenty years, Pilazzo feels this way. The Mercenary Leader thought it's no wonder the soldiers revere their leader so much.
Seeing Pilazzo enter, Fugen continued to elegantly play his instrument. After taking more than ten seconds to finish the beautiful nocturne with a perfect cadence, he placed the lute beside him: "My Deputy Legion Commander, have you had dinner yet?"
"Not yet."
"Then let's eat together." Fugen smiled slightly, causing the Mercenary Leader to feel quite flattered. The Legion Commander's face always bore a subtle smile, and no one ever knew what he was thinking: "Alright."
