"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"
The elder knight nodded.
The man finally turned around and gave Odin a glance. The latter straightened up immediately—but Dulun's Praetor shook his head: "No need for such formality, Mr. Odin, you Holy Choosers are naturally different from us..."
Odin replied with an awkward smile: "Apologies, it's a habit, Praetor sir."
The Praetor nodded: "The Super Competitive Alliance has asked you to assist us, and the Prime Minister is very grateful. We will remember the help you've provided to His Majesty in this world, and one day you will receive the corresponding reward."
"Ragnarok is very thankful."
The man nodded and went straight to the point: "So, what are your thoughts on that combat, sir?"
"The opponent is not weak," Odin thought for a moment and replied, "I mean at this level, the opponent's strength is quite formidable. And, our people spotted Silver Weslan's members in that Adventure Group..."
