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... top 10 merchant groups of the empire, there is a merchant group that comfortably ranks within the top 30. Layton’s Merchant Group, operated by Viscount Layton Valencia, is the largest source of money in the Vlad duchy, and he even bought the title of viscount in the empire with that money.

The man, who had reached a position that could be called a big shot in the empire, lowered his head with sad eyes. These days, living has become too difficult for him.

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