Count Gavin North was over forty, tall and powerfully built, with rugged facial features that did not diminish his heroic bearing. A scar ran through the space between his brows. Yet it was very faint, adding instead a touch of martial vigor to his appearance.
When he sat beside Duke Ted North, Dark had the feeling that this "Tiger of the North Wind" was practically a one-to-one replica of Duke North.
Though they displayed two utterly different attitudes toward the same matter at present, that was most likely due to their difference in age.
Another reason was likely Stanley Longfellow beside him. Count Stanley Longfellow was thin, with unfocused eyes. At first glance, he looked like a useless drunkard hollowed out by wine and women. But that was clearly nothing more than an unconvincing disguise.
Anyone who underestimated him because of that was not someone worth fearing.
As the person secretly dispatched by the King to handle matters related to Mount of Gods, Stanley Longfellow was far from as weak as he appeared.
Though Dark did not know how he had done it, he had clearly drawn Count Gavin North over to his side.
That was why this meeting had taken place.
Dark had no interest in how he had recruited Gavin North. But Stanley Longfellow's actions, and the outcome they had produced, were clearly advantageous to the Academy.
Since it was advantageous, why dig into the details?
Resting his hand beneath his chin, Dark smiled faintly at Count Gavin North. "So it seems Count North intends to cooperate?"
Count Gavin North answered steadily, "Change is imminent. If we stubbornly cling to the old ways, elimination is our only fate. My father is advanced in years and does not wish to take risks, but staying still does not mean one