Chapter 419: When You Misjudge, You Pay Up

"The Commoner Marquis… Marcel Warth?" Cripple Shirvinton blurted it out on instinct. The smile he wore year-round froze so hard it was obvious to the naked eye. He had spent most of his life running the backroads around Sweetvein. The old, dusty stories of the Westermarch Domain had long since been carved into his bones. "That's right. It's him," Diego Santee said evenly. "How much do you know about this Commoner Marquis?" "As far as I know, the Commoner Marquis is a legend in the Westermarch...