You could say Samlet had found Bulos's weak spot.
And even if things did not turn out as Samlet hoped, the result could hardly get any worse.
Bulos's hand froze in midair. Samlet's words were indeed rather offensive. If he had been a nobody, he would probably have faced Bulos's wrath.
But then again, how could a nobody stir the emotions of Bulos, a prince all but confirmed as heir to the throne?
So Bulos showed no anger. In fact, Samlet's neither-servile-nor-overbearing manner made him appreciate him a little.
That appreciation had its limits, of course. He appreciated Samlet as a capable subordinate.
If Samlet had had a powerful faction behind him, Bulos would never have forgiven him so easily.
"Brother Sam, you have the spirit of a wandering hero. Neither servile nor overbearing—I admire that."
"Please, take a seat."
Of course, Samlet was no fool. He knew when to play along.
"Thank you for the invitation, Your Highness."
Once they were seated, Bulos raised his cup to Samlet, then said with a smile:
"With the spirit Brother Sam showed just now, no wonder King Father praised you. This time, you're fighting for our country. Let me toast you."
Samlet was not particularly surprised. If, as Bulos had said, Qianxi was clamoring to marry him, King Como would naturally have sent people to investigate him.
What he did not know was what kind of past the Guild had given his cover identity—one that had even earned King Como's praise.
Just then, a young man seated beside Bulos raised his cup.
"His Highness is right. I've read Brother Sam's record. Back in the Southern Barbarians, he fought and killed a Redfire Demon Ape King with nothing but peak Gold Rank strength. That was a High-grade Magic Beast."
"The only other person