"It's authentic," he checked it for a few moments, moving it in his hands before adding, "you got a normal C assessment in this mission. I'll add this to your team's record."
"Thanks," that silver grade disciple moved the moment he saw the elder stamp a piece of paper. William watched him leave with a big smile on his face. William's attention got attracted to the words this disciple said.
"Team's record… That means his team isn't established here…" William's eyes shone brightly when he realised such a little detail.
He once heard about the arrangement and rankings of teams from one of his past life masters.
It was a tiny detail, one he easily missed. If not for the words of that disciple, William wouldn't have recalled this.
"That spirit master spoke about the ability to establish any team inside any Mercenary department in any academy or safe zone like Scorching Lands… But there is a big difference between the two…"
