Jared lifted his cup, sipped, then let the porcelain kiss the table again. "Your praise flatters me, Sir, but I suspect your invitation is about more than wine and compliments. What do you really want?"
Ieuan's approving smile deepened. "Very well... I shall be frank. I want you to remain in the kingdom and serve at my side."
"Serve at your side?" Jared echoed, letting the words hover. "The king has already asked me to investigate the stolen Roaring Storm Bell. If I tether myself to you, wouldn‘t that contradict His Majesty's wishes?"
Ieuan's tone softened, yet a flick of disdain colored it. "His Majesty is kind... Perhaps too kind... The kingdom now throbs with threats inside and out..."
"The Roaring Storm Bell is missing, demonic souls gather, and the Celestial Palace watches like a hungry hawk. Stand beside me, and once I hold the reins of power, I will name you the Great General, grant you ten thousand acres of land, and pile mountains of celestial stones at your door. All the rare resources your Golden Dragon Bloodline craves will be yours."
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