Jack Brooks looked at the woman in front of him with a gaze that seemed to stretch back to an ancient, icy abyss.
He was Hades. The King of the Underworld.
Did she really think he cared about money?
He remembered the day the Six Elders of the Imperial Central Command had come to Alchemy Demon Island. They had offered him the fiefdom of Westwind. They wanted him to command the 300,000-strong Westwind Army, bestowing upon him the titles of King of Westwind and Grand General of Strategy. He would have been a warlord with power rivaling the state itself.
He remembered Slade Yates, the Supreme General of the Southern Command and commander of the Dragon Cavalry. The old general had personally carried betrothal gifts to the prison gates, begging Jack to marry his daughter and inherit his lega
