Amon put away his sword and shield, then adjusted his Monocle.
"How was that?"
Romier fell silent for a moment before asking thoughtfully, "Were you demonstrating the direction I should take when choosing my Spirit Ring?"
"Looks like you're not completely hopeless." Amon smiled.
For the first time, Romier felt that he still had room to improve when it came to provoking people.
"Then what kind of Soul Beast do you think could grant me a soul skill similar to yours?"
Romier did not dwell on what Amon's Martial Soul was or why he had not manifested it. Right now, he only cared about how he could achieve what Amon had demonstrated.
He had originally wanted an offensive soul skill to make up for his shortcomings and enhance his individual combat ability.
But Amon had shown him another path—one that balanced offense and defense while retaining room for growth. Both the shield's defense and the sword's attack could grow along with his Martial Soul!
"That answer isn't free," Amon said flatly.
"Fine. I'll join your team."
Romier did not treat joining the team as a bargaining chip to trade with Amon in exchange for help obtaining this kind of Spirit Ring.
Because he understood that once he joined, even if he said nothing, Amon would help him. Otherwise, there had been no need for Amon to demonstrate it specifically for him.
"Heh... Right now, you can't be considered a member of the team. At most, you're one of the candidates I favor." Amon shook his head.
Romier suddenly had the urge to turn hostile... I already agreed, and now you're saying you still need to consider it?
You were the one who came to me first!
Amon's next words made him suppress that impulse.
"As for what Soul Beast to