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At the entrance of the camp, two soldiers on duty nervously watched the four individuals outside. Three of them were clad in chainmail, each carrying a long-handled battle axe on their backs and a one-handed sword at their waists, exuding an air of intimidation.
The fourth person was entirely different in both demeanor and weaponry. With his bare upper body showcasing solid muscles and various scars, he wore arm armor on his right arm and held a small one-handed sword at his waist. In his left hand, he carried a steel shield, while only his calves were protected by iron greaves. It was evident that he was a fierce character, a seasoned veteran skilled in combat, a champion of the arena.
Ding! The three warriors and the gladiator had now come before you; please accept them.
Information about the four appeared in John's mind. The three warriors were noble mercenaries who had fallen in battle, drawn to John by tales of his achievements and abilities; they were elite infantry. As for the gladiator, named Quilardi Steve, he was John's distant nephew, a gladiator slave who had fought his way to freedom in the arena and had come to seek refuge with family.
Ah, what an arrangement! A thirty-something gladiator—what a surprise it is that he is my nephew.
"Uncle, I am Kuiradi. I held you when you were just a child," he said.
Coughing slightly, John felt overwhelmed by the unexpected reunion. "Yes, I remember you. What brings you here?" He feigned ignorance of their intentions and began inviting them into the camp.
"Johnny, prepare some food for my nephew," he instructed.
"Yes!" Johnny hurried off to the kitchen, occasionally glancing back at Kuiradi while muttering to himself. "I can’t believe the boss has such a big nephew; I’d believe it if they said he was the boss's uncle."
"Haha, John, you have quite the nephew!" Redman chuckled at the sight of Kuiradi, who was even larger than him. "Just call me Uncle; I’m your uncle’s fiancée's older brother."
John suddenly felt that his professional persona was rather lacking in intelligence. This unexpected appearance of someone who had held him as a child was quite disarming. Yet, to maintain credibility, he could only play along.
"Kuiradi," he called out.
"Yes, Uncle?" Kuiradi responded without any hesitation, as if this were perfectly normal for him; after all, aside from his own sudden appearance in this scenario, everything else felt real to him.
Redman hadn’t anticipated such an open response from Kuiradi; it made him seem like he was taking advantage of the situation.
Cough, you.
To ease the awkward situation, John quickly signaled for Kuiradi to leave, leaving only himself and Redman in the tent.
After sneaking a glance at Kuiradi walking away, Redman finally relaxed and picked up a drink from the side, downing it in one go.
“Tsk.”
Noticing the empty cup, he turned to John with a complaint. “What’s going on, John? Suddenly there’s this big nephew of yours who’s even older than us.”
John didn’t know how to respond. Could he really just tell the truth?
“I don’t know either. Sigh, there’s nothing I can do about it. But don’t worry, my relative is definitely reliable.”
“You say that, but reliable or not, I really don’t care. I’m just afraid that you—”
Redman trailed off, but his meaning was clear. He had seen too many situations like this: a Lord suddenly dies, leaving no heirs, and relatives swoop in to claim the Lord's position.
John knew that with the template guarantee, there wouldn’t be any issues. However, he needed to reassure Redman.
“Don’t worry. Kuiradi is incapable of having children; he can’t possibly take over my territory.”
Internally, he thought: It’s necessary to put some pressure on Kuiradi; someone with the Template Reward profession is just normal after all.
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