That last statement made Rothgard's eyes widen. A holy knight was no small comparison—those were warriors blessed by destiny and reached a realm that could change the tides of war.
"A holy knight, huh?" he repeated softly, "If he's that skilled, why have we never heard of him?" this question appeared in his mind.
It was common during the war for certain individuals who had performed excellently and who stood out among the rest, to spread like wildfire.
Soldiers discussed these legends during their meals taking them as idols or goals. However, he had never heard of the mercenary named Simon before. If his strength was really comparable to that of a holy knight, then his name should have been very famous.
"He claims to hail from the demi-human continent" Dravik answered shaking his head.
Just as the two were discussing that, the sounds of footsteps approached near before a voice came knocking in. Both men exchanged glances... "Speak of the devil".
