With this new skill, Silva was happy and pissed at the same time.
The reason he was pissed was simple, he could make exactly ten clones with his buff, but it didn't stop there— all his clones would be ten times stronger than him.
It made him happy because his strength had generally increased, but the fact that even his clones would be stronger than him made him feel a little bad.
Well, there was no reason to mull over it too much; at the end of the day, it was still his strength.
The carriage traveled until it was dark, and they set camp at a clearing. The guards gathered together and made food that they would eat.
The baron stayed with his children in a special tent that was brought, while Silva patrolled the area. He went out a bit and found Fang waiting for him; there was something they had to discuss.
"So Fang, the person that you said was watching from a distance, did you manage to get him?" Silva asked.
