"As long as you are patient enough, you can do anything."

"And the training of the Forgotten Mage." Nathanos reminded, "please."

"I do my best." Merriel nodded.

The Withering Man's attitude towards the Mage was seen by others. In their impression, Nathanos had never been so polite to a person. This situation attracted many questions, and even Belmont felt... it was too much.

"If nothing else, the meeting ends."

"Master," Belmont said in a low tone, "I hope you can find some time to talk to me later. I have something that may interest you very much."

Except for him, there may not be anyone else who dares to arrange work for Nathanos like this. He frowned at the leader of the Annul organization and spoke to speak, but then carefully observed his expression.

Nathanos once spent a lot of time observing various faces, judging the temperament behind these faces and the words spoken by these faces. Belmont wanted to chat in private and avoid other members, which showed that what he wanted to say was very important.

"Don't last too long."

Maraton has many dark corners for conversation, and Belmont should have found a place to talk in advance. "Master, we sent an important information from the spies of the tribe. There is an orc shaman named Rega Earth Wrath. In his hands, there is something you will definitely be interested in."
Chapter completed!