Rein's punchable look made Sam a little uncomfortable.
The uncle flashed his trademark guileless smile and offered no further explanation. "I can see that you have exceptional talent for martial arts, so I intend to give you this secret method. Will you learn it?"
"Yes!"
Rein's eyes lit up, and he agreed without hesitation.
How could he possibly refuse such good fortune delivered right to his doorstep?
Sam did not waste any words. Mysteriously, he took out an exquisite-looking silver case and said solemnly, "This is my family's inherited Body Refining Secret Method. If you can learn it, consider it yours."
He was really giving it to him?
Rein felt the intense joy of suddenly winning the lottery. He took the case, froze for a moment, then seemed to realize something. He immediately shouted that he wanted to perform the formal bow of apprenticeship.
"Master above, accept your disciple—"
A master like this had extended an olive branch. If he did not cling tightly to it, would he not be an idiot?
But Sam was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He stopped him at once, pursing his lips. "I'm only giving you a Cultivation Method. I never said I wanted to take you as my disciple."
He would have been willing to accept such a gifted disciple under normal circumstances, but Rein was absolutely out of the question.
Not to mention his relationship with the Princess, there was also the unclear situation with his own guild leader. If something really happened in the future, how was he supposed to sort out the seniority?
He did not dare put on airs.
"Huh?"
The golden thigh he had suddenly latched onto slipped away, leaving Rein stunned.
Had he misunderstood?
But Sam had already given him the secret method. Why would Uncle Sam not take