Candle Knight

The excitement quickly faded.

A six-star didn't really mean much.

Without Elite promotion, an ordinary six-star's combat power could hardly be considered a mainstay at this stage, unless they were a support class with percentage-based bonuses or possessed a powerful talent suitable for sharing with him.

He was pleasantly surprised purely because the odds were so low.

It was like pie falling from the sky.

Whether he needed that bite or not became irrelevant.

Lothar suddenly thought of something and called Chernina over.

Under her questioning gaze, Lothar took out a pendant. Set into the silver chain was a sky-blue crystal brimming with magic power, its surface faintly etched with flickering magical runes—the Guardian Pendant he had just drawn.

Chernina asked hesitantly, "This is?"

"For you."

Lothar paused, then teased, "What, do I look like the kind of person who'd take it out to ask if it looks pretty, then put it away for myself?"

"No, of course not."

Chernina felt rather embarrassed. That really had been what she was thinking. What if this necklace was merely a gift Lothar intended for someone else, and he had only taken it out to ask whether it looked pretty? If she directly asked, "Is it for me?" only to receive a denial, that would be far too awkward.

Lothar had not considered so much.

Chernina was a fragile assassin. Though she was difficult for enemies to hit, once she really took a heavy blow, an assassin like her, who walked along the blade's edge, was the most likely to suffer an accident.

"It could save your life in a crisis. Once we get back, remember to test the limits of this necklace's shield with Fringilla."

Lothar gave her a reminder.

The necklace was of extraordinary quality. The shield it raised could not