Chapter 637: Trouble
Vlad turned to the elderly man with a broad smile, genuine excitement flickering in his crimson eyes. "Master Tyron, if you’re interested, I could use your help to further refine and enhance the new version of the Demon Cage Runic Formation. Would you be willing to join me?"
Tyron displayed extraordinary insight, coming up with a novel usage that even Vlad, the creator himself, hadn’t foreseen.
Such ingenuity was rare, and Vlad knew how valuable it would be to have such discerning eyes assisting him. Moreover, modifying and optimizing intricate runic diagrams was a challenging endeavor, even for him. Having the expertise of a Peak Sage Runic Master by his side would undoubtedly smooth the process considerably.
"Of course! It would be my pleasure," Tyron immediately responded without hesitation, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.
It was obvious to all present that Vlad was an extraordinary talent in the realm of runic crafting. For Tyron, collaborating with someone as gifted as Vlad could finally provide him the spark he needed to surpass his longstanding limitations and step into a new realm of mastery.
Janus observed this exchange with amusement, turning toward his cousin Agamemnon with a teasing smirk. "Haha, cousin, it seems that your man just stole away my Runic Master!"
Agamemnon responded by puffing out his chest proudly, an expression of exaggerated pride on his face as he bragged playfully, "What can I say? My eyes for discovering talent are unmatched."
Vlad overheard their banter but only shook his head softly, smiling in amusement.
In truth, he had come to deeply respect Agamemnon. Throughout their adventures, the young man had repeatedly demonstrated unwavering honor, standing bravely by his comrades even in the face of overwhelming danger.