"I'm the captain of the elite squad, Daz!" A middle-aged man straightened his back and placed his fist on his chest to salute Nathan.
There were a total of nine people behind him, standing in the same position.
They looked tense, as though there was someone scary inspecting them.
Nathan smiled wryly, whispering, "This is…"
"Ahahaha. They are already aware of your identity, so it can't be helped." Sylvia let out a hollow laugh.
Nathan nodded his head and coughed to regain his composure. "Thank you for coming here even though it was on short notice. I'm Nathan."
"No. We're honored to have Master Nathan visit our humble place." Daz replied in the same upright but awkward tone.
Nathan waved his hands down while saying, "There's no need to be tense. I don't know if the vice commander has told you or not, but I come here for three things. I wish to listen to your opinions regarding the magic weapons, watch your training, and, if possible, observe your fight on the wall."
