As the old saying went, people only learned contentment after making comparisons. At this moment, Punk deeply agreed with the wisdom of those words.
To the caster, a teammate like Kane—talkative, troublesome, sinister and mysterious, and not easily led into traps—had already seemed like an utterly helpless choice. Adventures with someone like that could mostly only be described as utterly exhausting.
But now that Punk had become the leader of the First Group and met the first bizarre member under his command, he suddenly felt that Kane actually seemed rather dependable.
At the very least, the mad knight was absolutely capable in battle. When facing an enemy head-on, he would not drag anyone down.
But if it were replaced by an ogre mage who looked both foolish and clumsy, radiating an air of "mysterious confidence"...
Punk could only silently shake his head before saying expressionlessly to Babong:
"I hope your strength is as impressive as you boast it is..."
"Babong is not boasting! Everything Babong says is true!"
Rudely interrupting Punk, the ogre, having clearly noticed the suspicion in the caster's tone, angrily rose to his feet. Amid a raging gust of wind, the bony helmet atop his head, with its two enormous horns, punched two holes straight through the tavern ceiling.
Ignoring such details, the ogre continued roaring with his storm-stirring spiritual power:
"Babong Hammer will prove himself with strength! Babong never retreats from a fight! If we go to war with that Sage Owen person next second, Babong will charge at the very front!"
"It is Rune Sage Owen Ririrdi. Before boasting about your combat ability, I suggest you at least remember the enemy's name!"
Seeing the hostile tone of his team member, Punk's already unpleasant mood began to kindle with anger.
In the cautious Legendary Mage's eyes,