Chapter 36: The Rabble

"Sir, with your outstanding calligraphy skills, I was wondering if you could spare some time to write some for me." Marcellus chuckled, shamelessly making his request. He had no reason to doubt Keaton's words. This man was someone the High Lord had instructed him to serve well, so it was only natural that he was proficient in calligraphy. Moreover, given the man's stature, there was no need for him to show off with calligraphy. "You've got quite the shrewd plan," Keaton said, glancing at him....