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20 January 1943
20 Equraius 1639
Holy Sovereign Empire of Mirishial
City of Cartalpas
A Bar
There are many bars and hubs in Cartalpas, many for foreigners, visitors, merchants, travelers, and adventurers. However, some bars, specifically this one, were the most visited and had many foreign patrons.
Despite its simplicity, this kind of bar usually becomes a hub for information exchange, which inevitably becomes a hot spot for spies to gather and obtain information.
"Hey." A Mirishian elf called to his drinking mates, "It's already been more than a month since the war in Mu raged. It's still unbelievable that Leifor were pushed off to their neighbors' borders."
"Wha-What with the sudden change of topic?" His Muan mate asked.
"Well, I wanted to ask for your opinions. The war already been a hot news here." The Mirishian said.
"Okay then. If I remember correctly, the pact is fighting against a country named 'the Eighth Empire'?" The Muan replied.
"Yes. But, I heard from some travelers.. rumors I guess, from Mu that this Eighth Empire's actual name is 'Gra Valkas Empire'." The Mirishian told.
A Pandoran merchant that sat with them almost spit his drink as he heard the Mirishian elf. "Gra Valkas Empire? The hell you know that?!"
"Well... just hearing some rumors." The Mirishian elf answered lazily as he cupped his chin.
"Damn elf."
"Do you know about this 'Gra Valkas Empire'?" Another man, a Sonalite man, asked.
"I don't know! You think I know everything by just hearing some rumors?" The Mirishian retorted.
"Whatever.." The Sonalite man said blandly.
"How powerful is this new country is?" The Pandoran merchant asked.
"Bah! They are nothing to the might of Mirishial! They're just barbarians anyway." The Mirishian retorted in pride.
"Barbarians? I doubt that. They push Leifor and the Pact's forces far to the borders, up to the Zauberberg mountains, Nordkreuz, and Hügelbachland?" The Sonalite questioned the Mirishian.
"Tch. Th-They're still nothing compared to us! We have the greatest technology and arms in the world!" The Mirishian declared.
"Greatest technology and arms they said..." The Sonalite retorted lazily.
"You Mirishian may be the first. But remember, we beat you in the military festival in Louville." The Muan said.
"Sh-Shut up! It's just a pure luck!"
The four men continue in their own babbles and conversation.
However, at the corner of the bar, there is a man of mysterious origins, wearing simple clothes and trousers of what appear to be Muan-Leiforian origins, and also a baker boy cap.
The mysterious man drank his full pint glass as he overheard the loud four men. They're close enough for him to hear them.
"Uhh, hey." The Pandoran merchant called. "You do know there is this country named Louria, Kingdom of Louria?"
"Kingdom of Louria? Yeah, that barbarians in that continent of Rondenius right?" The Sonalite man answered.
"Well, when I was in their capital city, that country was in a state of war against their neighbors, Qua-Toyne and Qualia." The Pandoran told.
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