"A series of mistakes?"
Ice Storm thought to herself. With the young man's state of mind that allowed him to sleep soundly in such a noisy environment, it was impossible for him to make mistakes in the selection.
Things were getting more and more interesting.
Ice Storm pondered for a moment and said, "I want fifty recruits to take the Path of Glory. This one, that one, those three over there, and the top five who are the best at carrying stone locks, as well as this little guy."
She picked forty-nine rat people who seemed to be the strongest in one go...
Together with the skinny little guy.
Those who were selected all rubbed their hands in excitement.
Although Ice Storm had just lost a hundred-man team battle.
The fewer people she commanded, the more important the commander's personal valor was.
