The Mageâs mind is always a bit more nimble than that of the Warriors, although most of the time, Olaf absolutely refuses to admit it.
"If the Frost Giants are looking for you, do you think itâs possible they might mistake the Soladin Kingdomâs team as being associated with you?"
"Yeah! Why didnât I think of that?" Olafâs eyes widened.
This trick was just the ploy that mysterious young man and the Drow Elf used on him before.
Now itâs just right; he can play it in reverse.
The Frost Giants have always had a very hostile attitude towards humans, whether itâs them, or the Soladin Kingdom, even the most powerful people from the Urein Empire, in the eyes of the Frost Giants, theyâre all the same.
"Iâll cast a group invisibility technique later, so we can hide in those snow hills over there. But first, perhaps I should cast a snow rainstorm to erase our footprints and scent." Salno said with a smile.
"Great idea!" Olaf nodded repeatedly, while grinning at the âDusk Swordâ squad, signaling them to regroup immediately.
...
Ten minutes ago.
In Henryâs team.
Schneider watched a few knights clad in gold-plated armor swiftly kill two Ice Owl Bears and couldnât help but praise: "This speed rivals Mr. Rein."
Upon hearing this compliment, the corners of the mouths of several Royal Guard officers twitched slightly.
What kind of compliment is that?
After all, as Royal Guards, being compared to a small-town youth is a bit hard to swallow.
Meanwhile, Henryâs mouth curled into a smile upon hearing this.
Although he looked down a bit on Schneider, the captain of a mere Black Iron Level Adventurer Squad, due to his curiosity about Rein, he asked further:
"Captain Schneider, have you known Rein for a long time?"
"Well, earlier our squad encountered a mutated Ice Spirit while trying to kill an Ice Spirit. We couldnât handle it at first, and it was only with Mr. Reinâs help that we solved the problem."
"Oh? Mutated?" The young features on Henryâs face showed a slight interest.
Generally speaking, Ice Spirits arenât something that particularly interest or concern someone at his level, after all, theyâre only Challenge Level 3.
However, if they are mutated, thatâs somewhat intriguing.
"Yes, at that time Mr. Rein had just stepped into the Classes realm."
"Hmm? Just stepped into Classes? You mean Classes Level 1?" Henry asked in astonishment.
"Yes!" Schneider nodded emphatically.
Amazing?
Just having become an adventurer, being able to kill a mutated Ice Spirit?
Those Royal Guard officers in gold-plated armor exchanged glances, clearly skeptical.
"Was it Rein alone?" Henry asked again.
"Not exactly. Our entire squad assisted, totaling six or seven people."
After hearing Schneider say this, Henry gave a slight nod, thinking âat least honest, not too braggyâ.
After all, for most adventurers, aside from adventures, âdrinking, bragging, finding womenâ is the norm, and since Schneider doesnât brag much, heâs among the minority.
"This Mr. Rein, is he really that formidable? After tasks, doesnât he usually drink, brag, find women?" A nearby officer, showing off a sense of superiority of being in the Royal Capital and in his profession, asked.
"Find women?" Schneider cast a sidelong glance at him, "Even I disdain looking. Let alone Mr. Rein! Did you not see those beautiful young ladies?"
"Does he need to look for streetwalkers?" Schneider retorted.
"This..." The officer wanted to continue saying something, but upon recalling those ridiculously high-quality young ladies, his lips moved but no rebuttal came forth.
Though home-grown flowers arenât as fragrant as wild ones, if there are four or five home-grown flowers, and they are of extremely high quality, even wanting to look for wild ones should be a far-off concern.
"As for drinking, Mr. Rein rarely drinks, but he does enjoy fine cuisine."
Schneider was quite familiar with Rein, several times he wanted to invite Rein for a drink, but realized Rein isnât fond of drinking, rather he has an interest in food.
Though Rein loves food, since Laisaâs presence, Schneider found opportunities to invite Rein out for dining were increasingly few.
Schneider had to admit, even the skills of the chef at the Fireplace Bar, Mill Townâs hottest spot, were far from matching Laisaâs.
"Fine cuisine? I fear there arenât many fine foods in town?" Another officer raised his brows and asked.
"Not many, but Mr. Rein is different. That Miss Laisa, in the white apron, is of the Sand Race, has traveled the continent, mastering a variety of unique cuisines."
Wow, a traveling continent beauty chef? Thatâs just too...
The officerâs eyes widened slightly, his mouth opened, yet no words came out.
Meanwhile, the usual smile hanging on the corner of Henryâs mouth also retracted.
Because he found that, though he isnât short of chefs, theyâre mostly burly men, oh, and one elderly woman who makes pastries, far from the terms âbeautyâ and âcontinent travelerâ.
"As for bragging, Mr. Rein indeed never engages in such acts." Schneider continued to refute.
"How so?"