"Hahahaha!"
Bael laughed heartily. "Huo Ling, my lord, I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"
Huo Ling could only laugh along with him.
After Bael's laughter subsided, he said, "Huo Ling, my lord, I was merely joking just now. Guarding the Bronze Citadel takes little effort; there is no need for you to come defend it."
"As for the recommendation you need to seek an audience with His Majesty Asmodeus, I have long since prepared it for you!"
With that, Bael took out a golden scroll and had an attendant beside him deliver it to Huo Ling.
Huo Ling accepted the scroll, his heart stirring faintly.
The duke's recommendation was now in his hands. It seemed almost too easy.
Huo Ling first put away the scroll, then bowed. "My lord, it is not merely for your recommendation that I wished to be stationed at the Bronze Citadel. I simply wish to make greater contributions for you and for Avernus!"
Bael could say such words, but could Huo Ling truly believe them?
Of course not. If Huo Ling did not agree to continue serving at the Bronze Citadel, whether this scroll would still be effective was no longer something he could know.
Bael wanted face, so Huo Ling gave him that face.
Sure enough, upon hearing Huo Ling's words, Bael nodded approvingly. "Huo Ling, my lord, I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"
"Very well. Since you hold such thoughts, I cannot disappoint your good intentions."
Bael pondered for a moment before saying, "In that case, Huo Ling, my lord, come serve at the Bronze Citadel for fifty years!"
After saying that, Bael added, "You may come to the Bronze Citadel after you have finished your audience with His Majesty Asmodeus!"
Huo Ling sighed softly to himself. Fifty years.
Had it even been