"That move just now was kind of cool."
Henrik nodded in approval and then leisurely added another sentence.
"It's got about half the flair I had back in the day."
"The strength and timing were just right."
Henrik analyzed earnestly.
"The blade just happened to slice the opponent's cheek, and then went through the palm of the person behind him, it seems like you really have a talent for cold weapons."
"A moment earlier or later could have resulted in terrible consequences, tsk tsk," Henrik looked Roger up and down.
"Promising."
Roger smiled awkwardly.
"Actually, I wasn't thinking that much just now…"
Henrik's smile froze on his face.
"You dared to throw without certainty?"
"What if someone had died?!"
Henrik's face turned fierce as he stretched out his hand, "Give me back the dagger!"
In fact, Roger's action was not a reckless attempt to show off with no certainty. But when his elven dagger technique advanced to level 2, his body naturally formed a kind of intuition.
