"Master, Master! Absolutely not! Your divine power is peerless, but that Mage is a cunning rat. The pressing threat of the army might scare him away. To deal with such a Bronze Level Mage, there is no need for you to personally mobilize troops; I have my own ways."
"Sir, I also suggest this... Since Kabin has a way, why not let him try? I believe he won't make you lose face." The Steward also persuaded, not just because he had accepted money, mainly because he was worried his master might lose face on the battlefield.
Richter thought this made sense too, so he patted the shoulder of that soldier and delegated this "Holy Mission" to his subordinate.
If this young soldier truly has such ability, he is indeed worth nurturing.
After Kabin received the order, he dared not delay and rode a fast horse towards the Traveler Camp, not daring to bring anyone along.
That night, in a Nun's tent, special calming incense gently rose.
