"So how can I help you, Prince Sven Milton?"
"I'm no longer a prince, just a simple commander of a mercenary company."
One of the captains beside Sven shifted slightly at those words. Lucen noticed, but he did not comment on it.
"Well, I guess that is true."
The second Lucen said those words, it was brief, but he saw the captains' glare at him. One of the captains drew breath to speak, but Sven raised a hand.
"Lord Thornehart merely agreed with what I said."
The two men reluctantly eased their expressions. Harlik, who was watching them from behind Lucen, had his lips curve up a tiny bit. The leader always had a way of provoking others.
"Then, Commander, how can I help you?" Lucen changed his way of addressing him and once again asked Sven.
"I wish to acquire your rifles, gatling guns, and cannons."
"Straight to the point; I like that. Still, you ask quite a lot."
