"Can we change the person? I'm not qualified to recommend anyone either!" Leon said with a miserable expression.
He really was worried that he wasn't qualified. After all, he had never recommended anyone before.
If divine grace could be applied for so easily, it would have lost its value long ago.
"Fine, then I'll change the person I'm recommending as well," Count Simon said.
"Wait!!" Leon stopped him and asked suspiciously, "Who are you recommending?"
"Who do you think?" Count Simon looked at him with a smile.
Leon shot to his feet, rubbing his hands together nonstop. "It is my duty to serve the Count. I'll write the application right away."
Leon was not stupid at all. Count Simon had made it so obvious—how could he not know that the person being recommended was him?
Whether the recommendation would pass or not, he just had to work hard.
The two had many opportunities to deal with each other, so they had built a good friendship over the years. Otherwise, Leon would not have dared complain in front of Count Simon.
Another reason Count Simon was giving him a hand was that Leon came from an ordinary background, just like him.
This was not sympathy. It was entirely out of consideration for his own interests.
As the saying went, people formed factions. Simon did not want to do it, but he had no choice.
And Leon, who came from an ordinary background, was obviously easier to win over than those knights born into nobility.
Of course, the most important reason was that Leon was worth supporting, not some useless fool.
The moment luck put him in the spotlight of the propaganda campaign, someone was bound to try to win him over.
It was just that Simon had already claimed this spot,