Maxim was well versed in the techniques of using twin swords in the Vulture Swordsmanship.
"Not bad, you already have the demeanor of a strong warrior."
The loyal servant stepped out of the tent and received Murphy's praise and affirmation.
A deep laughter came from beneath the visor, Maxim cheerfully said:
"I'm still not on par with you, my lord, you have already begun the transition from a gallant warrior to a great ruler, and I am not being sycophantic at all."
"I seriously suspect that the Black Iron Trial released the potential of eloquence in you first, you were not this talkative before."
Murphy rolled his eyes and waved his hand forward.
The master and servant quickly blended into the night, leaving the survivor camp that was still under curfew. Both of them had achieved the Black Iron Rank, their speed increased alongside the growth of their own power.
