บท 522: War Saint

"Dad, I would like you to go to Thersland personally."

Maya arrived in front of her father, slamming his work table with a serious expression.

The middle-aged man before her had short blond hair and deep blue eyes. He wore glasses, a white shirt, and gray suits.

Putting down his work, he raised his head and looked his daughter in the eyes. "Hmm? Sorry… I just closed it. Can you repeat it?"

"I would like you to go to Thersland personally."

"Thersland?" The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and remembered the matter. "Ah, are you talking about Theodore Griffith?"

"Yes." Maya nodded without hesitation. "I have personally witnessed his strength, and I believe he's a good investment."

"Well…" The middle-aged man scratched the back of his head as if he disagreed with her. "I don't know about his loyalty. If he goes somewhere, I am afraid I will lose a few billion."