Caslo's Appreciation

"More reinforcements?" Caslo's face twisted. He had already discovered dozens of mercenaries—were these merely the vanguard?

"What exactly are they planning?" Caslo murmured. He mulled over those words carefully and sank into thought. What exactly are they planning?

"My lord, do you usually use this sword?" Wes's somewhat strained voice came from nearby.

"Of course! What, do you like this sword too?" Caslo looked at Wes struggling to hold his sword and immediately teased him with a smile.

"Of course! I like every sword, but unfortunately, I don't have one of my own..." Wes looked at Caslo enviously, his eyes filled with longing for a sword of his own.

"Oh? You want to become a warrior?" Caslo asked curiously.

"Of course! I want to become a great mercenary! Then I can protect my home and Grandpa! Those Orcs won't be able to chase us away and force us to move anymore!" Wes raised his head proudly, sincere light gleaming in his eyes.

"A fine ambition. You'll succeed!" Caslo nodded, acknowledging his dream. After all, Wes was an innate combat professional who had awakened Battle Qi early. He had been born for this path, and his talent was far greater than Caslo's. Caslo had at least needed guidance to awaken Battle Qi Flame!

"Definitely! I'm going to become a powerful warrior!" Wes was pleased by Caslo's words.

"My lord, how about I become your apprentice? Teach me combat skills!" Wes suddenly changed the subject.

"Oh? Why do you want me as your master?" Caslo became interested. Could this child have noticed something?

"Your armor is so magnificent, and your weapon is so good. You look much more impressive than those mercenaries, so you must be stronger than them!" Wes raised his head, his eyes full of admiration.

"Uh, please forgive him,