Early the next morning, Loa found someone at his door, blocking his way out.
The visitor was somewhat unexpected. Green hair hung loose over his shoulders, his build was as burly as a bear's, and an absurdly large greatsword rested on his back. Behind him stood two Rank 7 Warriors in refined steel armor, their backs straight and their eyes fixed ahead.
Loa took one look and knew who he was.
The Fenlai Kingdom had only two ninth-level experts. One was King Clayde himself. The other was the man before him-Caesar, the Wild Thunder Squadron's instructor.
"You're Loa, right?" Standing in the doorway, Caesar looked him up and down, his tone somewhat condescending. "I'm Caesar, instructor of the Wild Thunder Squadron. I've come today to invite you to join us."
As he spoke, a proud expression appeared on his face. "The Wild Thunder Squadron belongs to the Fenlai Kingdom and answers only to the royal family. Outside, we receive the same treatment as a marquis."
He paused, then added, "And even our weakest members are Rank 7 Warriors. With your eighth-level strength, you'd still have plenty of room to improve with us."
His expression made it look as though he had bestowed some tremendous favor on Loa.
Loa understood.
This fellow had heard somewhere that he was an Eighth-level Warrior and wanted to recruit him. But he clearly didn't know Loa had the strength to kill a ninth-level fire dragon-someone was probably using him as a weapon.
"Lord Caesar," Loa said calmly, "I appreciate your kindness. But I have no plans to join any faction for now."
They were in Fenlai City, and the man did represent the kingdom, after all. Loa had to show him some courtesy.
But Caesar didn't seem to have listened.
"Good! As long as you've