I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

Chapter 191 Recruitment?

"Indeed, it is so."Magat nodded and said:

"Fink, this child, has had great talent since childhood, and his body is trained to be exceptionally tough, standing a cut above his warrior peers of the same level."

Upon hearing this, Lis smiled, seemingly a bit interested.

While Lis and Magat were having a light-hearted exchange, Fink found himself in a tough battle.

From the brief engagement, Fink had already realized one thing.

It was that the strength of this Forest Python's body was much more powerful than his, so when Fink swung his Long Spear to leap away using its momentum, it seemed the Forest Python hardly felt the impact.

There was no helping it, as most human warriors of the same rank could not match the physical fitness of a Magic Beast, thus they had to rely on refining their combat skills and coordination to make up for it.

Although the Forest Python was not a particularly clever Magic Beast, its lengthy growth process had endowed it with some battle wisdom.

For example, right now, the Forest Python was facing Fink head-on, coiling its lower body as much as possible, trying to protect its softer parts.

Fink took a deep breath to adjust his status, his hands gripping the spear, knees slightly bent, poised to strike.

The spear tip radiating a cold light was aimed tightly at the Forest Python, as Fink continued to

And Fink, for his part, didn't seem to have any complaints; despite his murmurs, Lis could see that he was quite obedient to Magat's discipline.

"When we were young, we were all like that, so someone needs to give him a nudge."

Magat said with a smile, a stark contrast to his earlier stern demeanor.

In fact, he was very satisfied with Fink's performance.

"Fink is a fine young man, Mr. Moriarty."

"I think so too."

Lis shrugged, feigning a lack of understanding of the implications in Magat's words.

The eager recommendation of Fink clearly aimed to secure him a brighter future.

For an ordinary mercenary, aside from relying on one's own strength, it was indeed easier to advance with the favor of those higher up.

However, Lis wasn't planning to uproot Fink, who was still a young sprout, just yet.

After all, Lis was not sure about the opportunities that might lie in Fink's future, and interfering rashly might not be in Fink's best interest.

Seeing that he hadn't persuaded Lis, Magat sighed silently within.

Although Fink was a promising young fellow in the Mercenary Group, talented and hardworking, highly valued by their leader,

no matter what, there were so many talented mercenaries each year, yet how many of them managed to grow successfully?

Being able to join the household of Nobles, possibly even the Great Nobles of the Kingdom, even the leader of the White Wolf Mercenary Group wouldn't stop Fink's opportunity.

But now, it seemed the time was not ripe.

Magat did not consider telling Fink the truth, to encourage him to strive for it.

Sometimes, who can predict the moods of great figures?

Better to let things take their course and leave it to Fink's luck.