Chapter 32
While Clayton was still lost in thought, someone suddenly patted him on the back.
"Hey, Clayton! What's up with you? Are you alright?"
Startled, Clayton turned around and saw that it was Arthur.
"Oh, Arthur. I'm fine. Just got a little too caught up in my thoughts. Anyway, what brings you here?"
"Nothing urgent. I just wanted to ask if you've joined a patrol group for tomorrow. If not, you're welcome to join ours."
Before Clayton could respond, an unpleasant voice cut in.
"Arthur, are you sure you want to invite him? I've never even seen him fight. If he joins our group, he'll just be dead weight."
Clayton turned to find Bravus glaring at him with thinly veiled disdain.
Bravus had always looked down on Clayton, believing he relied too much on magic scrolls and mini skeletons. Sure, his magic was strong—but in Bravus's eyes, if the scrolls ran out or the skeletons were destroyed, Clayton would be useless.
Over time, others began to believe the same. To them, Clayton looked weak.
What they didn't know was that Clayton wasn't just strong—he was a dual-class practitioner: both a mage and a knight.