The old nobleman introduced himself to the King of the Underworld. The tall demonkin was none other than the boss of several criminal organizations who controlled everything illegal in this city. Let it be black market, assassinations, kidnapping, slave trading.. All of it.
He had been holding that title for more than 10 years already and killed hundreds of people to reach there and hold his rule together.
His bodyguards and trusted men followed him inside and stood against the doors and windows.
"What does a nobleman want from someone like me? If not for you paying 50 thousand gold dramus, I wouldn't have even attended this meeting." replied the demonkin in a skeptical tone.
"Apologies, sir. It's just that we require your services and your connections. How would you feel about doing some business with the House Vivaldi?" spoke the old man who had a well-trimmed mustache and a beard.
GASP!
Everyone in the room gasped in surprise.
