"I wonder what field this talent specializes in," Velin asked softly.
Fenius replied with a smile, "Military affairs. He is a little wasted under my command. Your territory lies on the border and needs someone suitable to command troops, so I wanted to recommend him to you."
"Thank you, Brother Fenius."
Velin showed his gratitude. He did not know whether this was the king's intention, Fenius's private decision, or whether Fenius genuinely got along with him and intended to offer him a capable subordinate.
Regardless of what motives might be hidden behind it, Velin decided to accept first. If it really was merely a recommendation, then like Devonshire, he would spend ten years observing him before gradually accepting him.
If the man truly had other motives, Velin would arrange an idle post for him. It would be no different from keeping an idler around, preserving Fenius's dignity on the surface. In any case, it would not cost much money or resources.
Seeing this, Fenius did not hesitate. He waved over a guard and ordered, "Go call Cyrus."
"Yes, my lord."
A short while later, a red-haired young man entered the hall and bowed.
"Velin, this is the talent I intend to recommend to you. His name is Cyrus, a young genius from the Task tribe. He is twenty-eight this year, already at Silver Intermediate, and currently serves as an officer in the castle guard," Fenius introduced warmly.
"He is an impressive young man. Thank you for the recommendation, Brother Fenius," Velin replied with a smile.
"Hahaha, let us end tonight's Banquet here. I will take you to admire my treasure," Fenius invited him enthusiastically.
For a dragon, bringing a stranger to admire his wealth was undoubtedly the highest form of welcome.
Naturally, Velin accepted Fenius's invitation, taking the opportunity to