The Mage’s mind is always a bit more nimble than that of the Warriors, although most of the ti, Olaf absolutely refuses to admit it.
"If the Frost Giants are looking for you, do you think it’s possible they might mistake the Soladin Kingdom’s team as being associated with you?"
"Yeah! Why didn’t I think of that?" Olaf’s eyes widened.
This trick was just the ploy that mysterious young man and the Drow Elf used on him before.
Now it’s just right; he can play it in reverse.
The Frost Giants have always had a very hostile attitude towards humans, whether it’s them, or the Soladin Kingdom, even the most powerful people from the Urein Empire, in the eyes of the Frost Giants, they’re all the sa.
"I’ll cast a group invisibility technique later, so we can hide in those snow hills over there. But first, perhaps I should cast a snow rainstorm to erase our footprints and scent." Salno said with a smile.
"Great idea!" Olaf nodded repeatedly, while grinning at the ’Dusk Sword’ squad, signaling them to regroup imdiately.
...
Ten minutes ago.
In Henry’s team.
Schneider watched a few knights clad in gold-plated armor swiftly kill two Ice Owl Bears and couldn’t help but praise: "This speed rivals Mr. Rein."
Upon hearing this complint, the corners of the mouths of several Royal Guard officers twitched slightly.
What kind of complint is that?
After all, as Royal Guards, being compared to a small-town youth is a bit hard to swallow.
anwhile, Henry’s mouth curled into a smile upon hearing this.
Although he looked down a bit on Schneider, the captain of a re Black Iron Level Adventurer Squad, due to his curiosity about Rein, he asked further:
"Captain Schneider, have you known Rein for a long ti?"
"Well, earlier our squad encountered a mutated Ice Spirit while trying to kill an Ice Spirit. We couldn’t handle it at first, and it was only with Mr. Rein’s help that we solved the problem."
"Oh? Mutated?" The young features on Henry’s face showed a slight interest.
Generally speaking, Ice Spirits aren’t sothing that particularly interest or concern soone at his level, after all, they’re only Challenge Level 3.
However, if they are mutated, that’s sowhat intriguing.
"Yes, at that ti Mr. Rein had just stepped into the Classes realm."
"Hmm? Just stepped into Classes? You an Classes Level 1?" Henry asked in astonishnt.
"Yes!" Schneider nodded emphatically.
Amazing?
Just having beco an adventurer, being able to kill a mutated Ice Spirit?
Those Royal Guard officers in gold-plated armor exchanged glances, clearly skeptical.
"Was it Rein alone?" Henry asked again.
"Not exactly. Our entire squad assisted, totaling six or seven people."
After hearing Schneider say this, Henry gave a slight nod, thinking ’at least honest, not too braggy’.
After all, for most adventurers, aside from adventures, ’drinking, bragging, finding won’ is the norm, and since Schneider doesn’t brag much, he’s among the minority.
"This Mr. Rein, is he really that formidable? After tasks, doesn’t he usually drink, brag, find won?" A nearby officer, showing off a sense of superiority of being in the Royal Capital and in his profession, asked.
"Find won?" Schneider cast a sidelong glance at him, "Even I disdain looking. Let alone Mr. Rein! Did you not see those beautiful young ladies?"
"Does he need to look for streetwalkers?" Schneider retorted.
"This..." The officer wanted to continue saying sothing, but upon recalling those ridiculously high-quality young ladies, his lips moved but no rebuttal ca forth.
Though ho-grown flowers aren’t as fragrant as wild ones, if there are four or five ho-grown flowers, and they are of extrely high quality, even wanting to look for wild ones should be a far-off concern.
"As for drinking, Mr. Rein rarely drinks, but he does enjoy fine cuisine."
Schneider was quite familiar with Rein, several tis he wanted to invite Rein for a drink, but realized Rein isn’t fond of drinking, rather he has an interest in food.
Though Rein loves food, since Laisa’s presence, Schneider found opportunities to invite Rein out for dining were increasingly few.
Schneider had to admit, even the skills of the chef at the Fireplace Bar, Mill Town’s hottest spot, were far from matching Laisa’s.
"Fine cuisine? I fear there aren’t many fine foods in town?" Another officer raised his brows and asked.
"Not many, but Mr. Rein is different. That Miss Laisa, in the white apron, is of the Sand Race, has traveled the continent, mastering a variety of unique cuisines."
Wow, a traveling continent beauty chef? That’s just too...
The officer’s eyes widened slightly, his mouth opened, yet no words ca out.
anwhile, the usual smile hanging on the corner of Henry’s mouth also retracted.
Because he found that, though he isn’t short of chefs, they’re mostly burly n, oh, and one elderly woman who makes pastries, far from the terms ’beauty’ and ’continent traveler’.
"As for bragging, Mr. Rein indeed never engages in such acts." Schneider continued to refute.
"How so?"
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