Chapter 50: The Duel
Chapter 50: The Duel
"This is my new retainer. Say hello to everyone, Marlus!" Lothar said to the crowd as he walked out of the manor’s main building.
Following him, like a dark cloud descending from above, the towering figure, reminiscent of Mars, the god of war from ancient Roman mythology, instantly dominated everyone’s vision with an extreme sense of pressure.
’Heavenly Father above!’ Ryan and Moder instinctively swallowed. This two-meter-tall, giant-like, terrifyingly stout man had muscles as hard as granite. If he were clad in heavy armor on the battlefield, they simply couldn’t imagine anyone capable of withstanding him.
Ryan exclaimed, "If he were a knight, I can’t imagine what kind of magnificent steed could bear such a mighty frame."
Moder said succinctly, "He should be in the Eastern Empire’s Varangian Guard!"
The Eastern Empire’s Varangian Guard were the most elite infantry in the world.
"Heh, though Marlus is a bit strong, he’s actually a blacksmith—the top-tier kind, who doesn’t go to war."
Although Marlus had high base stats, his Constitution value was only twice that of an ordinary person. Lothar was unwilling to send such a precious technical talent onto the battlefield.
Yet, one could imagine that if Marlus were to appear on the battlefield, he would absolutely be a war-god-like figure, no less formidable than a legendary warrior of old.
Hans looked at Marlus’s face and suddenly realized something, stammering a little, "A-are you that Great Master Craftsman from the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth?"