Eugene left the Fairchild territory with a grand farewell from Viscount Fairchild and the people of the castle. He also carried with him a box full of silver coins, a letter of recommendation to a count, and even a treasured sword.

‘Wolfslaughter…’

Eugene stared at the shortsword hanging from the saddle. When he first received the weapon from Viscount Fairchild, he had considered it as a simple and expensive sword. However, he could not help but be surprised as soon as he unsheathed the weapon. It exuded a cold, sharp aura.

He was even more surprised after hearing Viscount Fairchild’s explanation of the weapon’s origins, which was slightly prideful and ostentatious. Wolfslaughter was a weapon forged from a meteorite in a dwarven city located on Mount Cranfos.

It was an excellent blade capable of easily slashing through chainmail.

‘The letter of recommendation is nice, but I like this one too. He even gave me a slave as well.’

Eugene glanced back at his slaves. He now had three slaves in his possession: Viscount Fairchild had given him one and he had obtained two from Baron Bommel.

Although Eugene was still a free knight, he was equipped in plate armor, rode a famed warhorse, and possessed three slaves. He was undoubtedly a bigshot at first glance.

Moreover, the slave from Viscount Fairchild had more brawn than brains.

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