Chapter 588: Unexpected arrival
Soon, they all learned their names, their families, and the organizations or clans they came from; some commented on their hobbies and battles with the Vorometallicae, giving hints about their battle abilities and specializations. Of course, idle chatter could not last forever, and eventually, a member of the Imperial Prince’s team raised an important question.
"By the way, which among you young ones is Lord Agamenon’s Runic Master?"
The one who spoke was an elderly man with a long white beard, his sharp eyes filled with wisdom. His name was Tyron, and his very presence radiated an aura of scholarship as if he had read as many ancient tomes as there were stars in the sky. Although he was the oldest of the group, the rest of the Imperial Prince’s team seemed to keep him in a very high state.
Vlad focused on him, noting that while the old man’s energy pool was not particularly overwhelming, something told him that underestimating his battle prowess would be a grave mistake.
Without hesitation, Vlad raised his hand.
"I am the one in charge of that aspect."
Immediately, the eyes of the Imperial Prince’s team turned toward him, and many could not conceal their surprise.
Runic Crafting was an intricate, highly specialized profession—mastering it typically took decades, if not centuries. Yet, it was clear to all that Vlad was still quite young, as his vitality pulsed with the strength of youth.
Some among them could not help but doubt his capabilities.
"Do your skills truly suffice to handle the runic formations inside the secret plane?"
The one who spoke was a dwarf named Norman, a warrior brimming with muscle, his broad back carrying a trunk-shaped shield and a deadly sword emanating a dangerous aura.