It was like telling the King that he would stage a coup and take all his power by rebelling.
But Maxi remained calm, and contrary to what Charles thought, he was smiling.
"Oh? And what position in the nobility are you aiming for?"
"Aren't all nobles the sa?"
Maxi laughed lightly.
"No, even nobles have classes. It goes from the baron who precedes the viscount, himself inferior to the count, then the marquis, after the duke and finally the king."
Charles opened his eyes wide at this.
"So if I can beco a duke in my lifeti, I'll be happy."
"A duke then, eh? Quite an ambition for soone who could never have the strength of an unassisted knight."
Maxi looked at Charles with a certain mockery.
But Charles took no notice and looked at Maxi with great surprise.
Then his face turned pale.
"I could never have the strength of a knight, why?"
"Because you don't have the talent to beco a knight. That ans that even if I were to place a breathing thod in front of you, you wouldn't be able to do anything with it."
Charles lowered his eyes in rage.
All his life he'd thought it a certainty that he'd beco a knight.
"What's even funnier is that you have a talent as powerful as it is useless."
Charles looked up, suspicious.
"A powerful and useless talent?"
Maxi casually took another bite of charcuterie.
"Yes, you have the talent to beco a dragon tar."
But before Charles could beco happy, Maxi poured him the cold shower.
"But what kind of dragon would enter into a contract with a human incapable of becoming extraordinary?"
"Isn't that ironic?"
Charles was completely flustered after all this information.
His thoughts were completely chaotic.
"Well, that was before you t . Haven't you already felt so changes in yourself?"
Saying this, Maxi grinned broadly as he continued to eat.
"Changes?"
Charles was curious and intrigued.
"I have a talent that allows the n under my command to improve their potential."
"For example, for you, your potential has gone from 3 stars to 4 stars. You now have one of the highest potentials in the Kingdom, if it isn't already the highest."
Charles was completely shocked; he didn't know that each individual had his own potential.
He was even more shocked to learn that he had one of the highest potentials in the kingdom!
Even he knew from the depths of his village that in the Kingdom there were at least millions if not tens of millions of people!
"With that kind of potential, you could have the strength of a knight without practicing any knightly thods, isn't that incredible?"
"Max...Chief! Thank you for this opportunity!"
Whatever his arrogance, Charles knew that at this stage the best future he could hope for was alongside the man in front of him.
"My talent will only evolve in the future. So the people who follow will also beco stronger and stronger. By being at my side you can hope to one day beco a noble and above all take advantage of your talent and beco a true dragon knight."
"But once you're no longer under my command, you'll lose absolutely everything I gave you, and you'll more or less revert to the person you are today."
Charles didn't hesitate for a second.
"I promise I'll stay by your side forever, and beco one of your sharpest swords."
Maxi smiled slightly.
"Eat and drink, I'll have you et the other rcenaries after this."
If people in the future, whether in the world of Eternity or in the real world, knew that the famous dragon knight, Charles, had sworn his loyalty in this way, countless people would simply take it as a re joke.
What kind of existence is a dragon knight?
Zhao Ru, one of the strongest existences on the Asian continent, is a dragon knight!
To beco a dragon knight is to beco one of the individuals who stand at the top of the world!
What prestige and honor that implies!
Charles didn't know it, but he knew he could have a bright future following the man in front of him!
Henry and Ultia, who were eating and drinking not far from Maxi's table, overheard the discussion.
"So that's how it is..." murmured Henry, looking at Ultia.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Ultia of Henry.
"Let think so more."
Henry's mind was still muddled by the dilemma he found himself in.
The days passed quickly.
Maxi counted up and among the 75 rcenaries recruited, there were 3 who originally possessed 2-star talents.
2 ca from the village of Hénor, while the last ca from Plouta.
Including Andrew, Ernest and Laura, this directly doubled the number of 3-star rcenaries in the saber-toothed tiger group.
Such numbers already represented the pinnacle of rcenary groups in the Kingdom.
However, only a few common talents such as enhanced strength and agility were discovered.
There were no special talents such as Rodrigo's or Charles'.
Romuald's talent was also excellent, enabling him to surpass the limits of his potential to so extent.
During these days, the old rcenaries did their best to train the newcors.
Everyone understood that the stronger the comrades, the better everyone's chances of survival.
So everyone put a lot of effort into getting to know each other, as well as intensifying training as much as possible.
The old rcenaries took great pleasure in observing the surprised expressions of the new rcenaries, who discovered that their talent had changed.
Maxi also introduced Charles to all the old rcenaries.
It didn't take long, since there were only 25 of them left.
Charles was frightened when he learned that the forr rcenary group had grown to over 60 mbers, and that after just one battle, half the rcenaries had died.
Of course, this didn't include the logistical staff who had stayed behind in the bandits' cave, looking after the children and building houses in the surrounding area.
When Charles t Andrew, who had already fully recovered after 3 days' rest, and saw the large scar on his abdon, Charles was deeply impressed.
At the sa ti, he firmly whispered to himself that he would always be very careful on the battlefield.
Only those who survive will know glory, while those who die will gradually be forgotten.
Of course, he kept these words to himself.
In the tavern, Charles found himself with 3 forr rcenaries from the saber-toothed tiger group.
"Charles, I'm going to teach you sothing about the chief."
A forr rcenary whispered lightly with a certain malice.
His red face showed he was already rather drunk.
"What's that, Pascal?"
Charles didn't expect much from these ordinary rcenaries, but to get a good image in the group he tried to socialize as much as possible.
"The leader, his talent...it doesn't just consist in improving the potential of the rcenaries, hic..."
The red-faced Pascal began to hiccup, while his breath slled strong.
At the sa ti, a certain rage could be seen on his face.
The other two rcenaries, who were more sober, beca worried.
They had all been recruited at the sa ti in Nansoy, and had ford a beautiful friendship together.
"Cut the crap Pascal."
Tristan, one of the two rcenaries, frowned and intervened with a certain firmness.
But Pascal beca even more annoyed.
"Humph! If he'd used his talent, Orta wouldn't be dead!"
*boom*
Tristan tapped the table heavily, shaking the drinks on the table and startling everyone in the inn.
A certain silence settled over the 4 rcenaries' table.
But after a few seconds, the atmosphere in the inn returned to normal.
"You yourself know that if he had used it, he might have been able to save many people, but he would have put us all in danger at the sa ti!"
Tristan's words grew weaker, as sadness and a sense of helplessness could be felt in his words.
Charles watched in incomprehension.
Pascal was still unhappy, but said nothing.
"It's better this way, otherwise, if a knight had attacked us, we'd all be dead."
Pascal didn't seem to agree, but continued to say nothing.
"Tristan, what exactly is the chef's talent you're talking about?"
Charles was very curious when he asked, it was the first ti he'd heard of it.
"It's the asset of our rcenary group."
Tristan's answer was very careless, not wanting to give any more details.
"Pascal, what's this talent you're talking about?"
Charles wouldn't budge.
Pascal began to open his mouth, but just then, Piedro, Andrew and Terry entered the inn.
No matter how drunk he was, he wasn't stupid enough to talk about it right next to important rcenaries.
"I hope you never know, hic."
"Why?"
"Because it ans the shit's really hit the fan, and the group's facing extinction, hic."
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