Dole thought, Do I need you to remind me of my combat strength? If I weren't afraid of causing a world-shaking uproar, I could reach demigod level in minutes and crush anyone in this city.
He looked at the other man and said with a hint of amusement, "Save your drool for recruiting someone below level seven. Don't think that just because I'm alone and have comprehended life-related rules, you can recruit me. You really can't afford my price. Unless you can offer something above the level of rules, don't come out here and make a fool of yourself."
After mocking him twice, Dole turned and walked away.
For those above level eight, recruitment was basically impossible unless one had something above the level of rules to offer. Large families generally cultivated their own high-level combatants. As for Wizards wandering alone outside, unless they were incapable of alchemy or potion-making, they would never pledge themselves to a particular family.
Of course, that was Dole's understanding.
Watching Dole leave, the guards' expressions all turned ugly.
Wolf, however, remained composed. Looking in the direction Dole had gone, he inexplicably felt that this man was hiding secrets.
A wandering Wizard who had comprehended the rules of life had become a level-seven Apothecary in just a few months and was earning nearly two hundred million magic crystals a month. That was rather unbelievable.
Who was he? Where had he come from? What special abilities did he possess?
He lowered his head and looked at a pocket-watch-like device in his hand, but found nothing unusual.
He was neither an outsider from beyond the heavens nor someone who had ascended from the lower realms. He was a native of this world. Could it be that he had accumulated strength for years before bursting forth?
As he