Watching the light-blond-haired young man who had donned the Urian Scale Armor, Leon sighed as he watched him impatiently grab a blunted long spear from the rack.
This youth from the Platon Village team had a good physique and looked much healthier than the average farmer, clearly not born a lowly tenant.
It was uncertain whether he was one of the wealthy, horse-riding youths that Azeryan had mentioned.
Honestly, observing his physique, if he could receive long-term training and cultivation, Leon also saw great potential in his future.
Unfortunately,
perhaps this blond-haired youth was overly eager for the grand annual salary of forty-eight gold crowns, too confident, or perhaps underestimated Leon, the young and tender-looking little knight.
Leon's gaze, through the grill of his face armor, had already foreseen the opponent's outcome when he saw the latter choose the long spear, which had the greatest offensive capability.
