"Sir Jet… I would like to officially apologize for any inconvenience my Party Members caused you, as well as congratulate you joining the ranks of the strongest Adventurers in this City."
Noah Sherlock's expression was serious as he gazed upon the man in front of him.
He didn't know who Jet was, or how he got to the level that he did, but there was one thing he knew about him.
'He's strong. The same applies to the girl that's his partner.'
As one of his Class Privileges, Noah had something like a sixth sense that informed him of how dangerous a person or situation was.
Something like a Thief's Intuition that told him whether a risk was worth the reward.
'I've encountered many Adventurers in this city, and I've met all the strongest ones, so I kno my place in the pecking order.'
The Guildmaster was definitely stronger than him, but Noah felt like he could probably win under the right circumstances.
