“How many?” a man with an Austrian accent that went by Florian asked.
“Sixty-seven,” Marc answered.
“Why else would you kill?” Aelred asked.
“Duty, honour, and love.”
They assumed he had broken out of the trance and was kissing up to his sponsor. Such a feat, even as a temporary slip, worked in his favour.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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