"That young man from Velen's Forge has no hope whatsoever."
In truth, he had never intended to recruit anyone from Velen's Forge in the first place.
He was merely following protocol by attending.
After all, did he not already know what kind of place Greenstone City was?
The city's ceiling was limited—it was only good for acting as a feeder force to Artisan's Sanctuary, supplying talent when needed…
But that was something for the future.
So, this Enlightenment Competition had only been proposed as a test to make things difficult.
The true intent was simply to crush any ambitions the forge had and keep them focused on their work.
Greg suddenly had an idea.
Turning to the man from Artisan's Sanctuary, he said:
"Sir, if that's the case, I'd also like to participate. It would be a good chance to see the true talents of other factions… and to teach a certain frog in a well what real geniuses look like!"
The Artisan's Sanctuary representative knew exactly what Greg was up to.
