Chapter 25

In the game *Feudal War*, each hero unit was assigned a grade.

The grades ranged from the lowest F to the highest SSS, a total of nine.

‘Could it be Wazir…?’

If Otto’s guess was correct and the old gentleman with white hair was indeed Wazir, the Duke, it would mean that an SSS-grade hero unit had appeared.

‘Nah, it can’t be.’

A named hero unit wasn’t something you could obtain as easily as picking up a stray kitten.

Otto put aside his expectations and slowly approached the old gentleman with white hair, speaking to him.

“Is there a seat here, sir?”

The old gentleman puffed on his pipe and replied.

“Seat? Nonsense. In such a small riverside, where would there be your seat or my seat? You sit down, and it becomes your seat.”

“Thank you.”

Otto plopped down and glanced at the old gentleman.

‘Could it really be…? No, it can’t be. I’m getting confused.’

Otto was half-believing, half-doubting.

“What are you staring at?”

The old gentleman, sensing Otto’s uneasy gaze, spat out a remark.

“Could you… be His Highness Wazir von Basil, the Duke?”

“Know me, do you?”

“Huh?!”

“How did you recognize me? I didn’t think there would be a young person who would recognize me in such a rural backwater.”

“Oh, my God.”

Otto nearly fainted upon realizing that the old gentleman with white hair was indeed Wazir, the Duke.

**Wazir von Basil**

A legendary politician, administrator, and diplomat.

His title of Duke is a very noble status recognized throughout the continent.

In the past, he proved his abilities by working like a mercenary in various countries, showcasing his genius, and is also known as the mentor of many outstanding rulers of this era.

He completely retired from the front lines ten years ago and is currently traveling the continent, enjoying his retirement.

**Classification:** Hero

**Race:** Human

**Age:** 77

**Affiliation:** None

**Grade:** SSS

**Special Skill:** National Revival