Ironstone stood there at a loss, clearly unsure what to do next. Then his gaze fell on Marcus—the dark, imposing armor, the calm posture, the overwhelming presence that still lingered after the battle.
His eyes suddenly widened. "Ah!"
He slapped his forehead.
"Damn it! How could I forget about you, sir? You took down that serpent like it was nothing. You must be over Level 80!"
Ironstone shook his head at himself, muttering under his breath, "Stupid, stupid... I was so focused on retrieving that Divine Artifact from the pool myself and bringing it back to you as a token of our gratitude that I completely forgot to consider your level."
He looked back at Marcus, his expression brightening with renewed hope. "Sir, are you over Level 80? And how high is your Water Resistance?"
