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She could almost hear the sigh of relief Dracomir let out.

“I prepared a contract… you’ll sign it with your blood.”

The Lord hadn’t wasted any time.

Rousse didn’t say a word. He just took the parchment and examined it.

His name wasn’t Zarek, and Victoria didn’t belong to any realm in this world.

“All right, seems fair. I just want to add that I hand her over willingly and hope to trade with your fortress in the future.”

He pretended to gain more from the deal, like any noble would.

He