Before Charles could respond,
the man who had been eating and drinking walked over slowly, casually wiping his greasy hands on his pants. He said:
"Kid, you might as well take a shower and go home to sleep. The place we're headed to isn't the outskirts of the Golden Mountain Range. It'd be a shame for a young pretty boy like you to die."
"Captain, he looks like he's only about seventeen or eighteen, and he's dressed so plainly. There's no way he has three Gold quality mystical beasts. Don't waste your time on him." the man continued.
The captain of the team nodded, agreeing that it was a bit of a waste of time.
After all, an ordinary civilian would never be able to contract three Gold quality mystical beasts.
The boy before them looked like just an average person, and it was uncertain whether he even had the level of a three-tier Beast Master.
