Ferrol Town.
Garan, Gill, and the others went in, leaving the members assigned with public relations (i.e. social butterflies) like Luis and Sammy to answer the questions.
Anyway, now that the scary men were gone, a lot of people came closer to satisfy their curiosity. Most prominently, people asked when the next batch of interviews would be.
There was no way. Not only were the conditions and benefits extremely attractive, but they could also learn to be stronger than others!
Maybe they’d even be able to beat people beyond their level!
How amazing was that? It used to be something inconceivable—but they just saw it with their own eyes! Still one-against-three!!
"Would you really teach us your techniques? How much would you charge us?!" An eager middle-aged man and Luis smiled amicably in response.
"There would be no charges, but the skills taught would depend on specialty and position." He said, "Of course you’ll have to sign a bond with us in the Town Center, tying you to us for a couple of years."
The people nodded, as this was common practice amongst commercial and mercenary teams investing in their people. And because they would be invested in, they also asked, "Do we get equipment?"
"Yes, but the level would depend on your contribution and potential." He said, "If you make enough contributions, you may even get exclusive equipment not available in the Weapons store!"
He wasn’t lying. Their own weapons makers were both very innovative and hardworking.
Then there was a young lad looking at him curiously. They seemed to be around the same age. "This was the first time I’ve heard of you though, how come?"
"We’re new, just established a few days ago," This time, it was Sammy who answered. What he received were quite a few disbelieving stares.
"What?"
Sammy was unfazed though. "The lord of the territory became our business partner and we got some land in return."
"Really? That’s impressive…"
"Well, our boss is amazing." He said, "You may not know this but our boss is the Inventor of ’Ferrol Beef Sauce’ and ’Rolan Magic Sauce’! If you join our team, then your food will have it!"
This incited a lot of excited murmurs, and you could see the remaining inkling of doubts swept away.
"Wow…"
"Wow…"
Sure enough, good food fixed everything.
Similar questions popped up and Luis and the others patiently answered them all.
"Do you have Elementalists?" One asked, breaking the plethora of inquiries asked at once. Silence ensued and they stared at Luis, waiting for his answer.
Although they didn’t think he’d answer the affirmative, they were curious if this group would surprise them again.
Luis almost said the truth but didn’t in the end, primarily because it was too unbelievable. People might just think that he was lying.
So, instead of answering, he simply raised a palm and willed the fire elements around him. Soon a small fireball formed floating an inch above his finger, its light making the people’s eyes bright.
It was only as big as a tennis ball, but at least it wasn’t the tiny spark from before.
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