Yojimbo explained about the berry in his hand. Frankenstroheim was a migratory mercenary before he was hired into the Swedish royal family’s royal guard. Before that, he had been a knight and a guildmaster of some European guild. As a respected guildmaster and knight, he had handed over the ownership of the guild to some aristocrat for an enormous amount of money and had entered a bigger international guild. However, he failed to accomplish a few missions in the new guild. As a consequence, he a majority of his subordinates, and he was kicked out to work as a mercenary. Anatoly Ivachenko had recommended him to the Swedish royal family.
“You can deal with guilds?” asked Kang Hyuk.
“Of course. There’s nothing you can’t sell or buy,” answered Yojimbo. “You just need to meet the requirements.”
“Then why’s Frankenstroheim addicted to that rotten fruit?” asked Neruva, with his fingers still over his nose.
“It smells rotten now, but this berry is the main ingredient to a ‘Berserker’ potion. And the best kind too.”
“You mean the potion that turns one berserk?”
“Yeah. That’s why Frankenstroheim used to drink it often. Apparently he didn’t reall...
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