-Third Person POV-
Rainer wasn't entirely convinced that the man before him could be of any real help.
At first glance, Marcel Vonhof didn't look like someone with expertise in administration or politics—if anything, he resembled a vagrant who had lost everything.
But what bothered Rainer even more was the way this man spoke.
His words were ambiguous, as if intentionally designed to be confusing.
Still, Rainer remained focused on his task.
He straightened his posture slightly, maintaining a professional stance, and spoke in a formal tone.
"I am an emissary from my associate—a newly established noble in Lurenthia, governing a territory in the northwest near the coast."
Marcel leaned back against the tree trunk, the wooden cup still in his grasp.
"Hooh…" he murmured as he took a sip. "And why are you looking for me?"
His gray eyes studied Rainer with keen interest, yet there was a trace of mischief in them as well.
Rainer paused, carefully choosing his words.
