Damon smiled. Anyone whom this idiot criticized was basically above average and had the ability to become at least a Master in the future. Recruiting these people in bulk would only net him profits in the long run. He could potentially start a huge company and forge industry unlike anything this world had seen.
Why settle for three when he could recruit dozens? With enough smiths under his command, Damon wouldn't just supply his army, he could dominate the market.
Weapons, armor, enchanted alloys, even experimental blueprints that the fraud tore apart, he could gather them all, cultivate them under his banner, and mass-produce greatness. An industrial monopoly under the Blood Hall's crest.
And the beauty of it was simple. These so-called failures had already been branded useless by the academy. No one would fight Damon for them, not even their peers. They would cling to him with desperate loyalty once he offered them what they had always been denied, recognition.
