"Let's just go." Hans look at the other group which is consisted of elf, all of the elves in this group wear leather clothes with a hood to cover their head. Hans sees that most of them wear a pair of gauntlet and boots made of iron.

[Armament Name]: Spirit Imbued Iron Boot

[Armament Tier]: Tier 1

[Armament Grade]: White

[Armament Skill]: [Terrain Adaptation Level 1]

[Armament Effect]: None

[Armament Name]: Firm Iron Gauntlet

[Armament Tier]: Tier 1

[Armament Grade]: White

[Armament Skill]: [Shock Absorption Level 1]

[Armament Effect]: None

'I guess the armaments they wear is ma.s.s-produced, the quality is low but all of them wear armaments. Wait they seem to wear Chain mail armament too, their sword also armaments.' Hans observed the elves equipment to find that all of them wear armaments although it was just a bunch of white grade armaments, it was still better than not wearing one.

"Kid, what are you looking at?" Hans stopped looking at the elves after someone call him, he looks to see the blacksmith dwarf Khudghumir staring at him.

"You win last night but I will not lose next time." He stares at him with eyes full of battle intents, Hans only looks at him calmly.

'I guess I win last night huh? That's right I pa.s.sed out after this guy pa.s.ses out first.' Hans now remembers what had happened last night, he was on a drinking contest with him both of them were drinking through the night until he pa.s.sed out first just a few seconds after knowing that he had won Hans pa.s.sed out.

"d.a.m.n, you actually win in a drinking contest with a dwarf." Hans feels a creepy aura coming from behind him followed by a voice without even turning back he knows that it was Manarion, his aura isn't something that can be ignored or forgotten.

"I am just lucky, I pa.s.sed out a few seconds after him it was nothing to be proud of." Hans smiled, he doesn't think his win is something to be proud of as he only wins in a drinking contest.

" Nonsense, beating a dwarf in a drinking contest is something to be proud of. The dwarf is known not only for their craft but also their drinking ability most of the dwarf is expert at drinking and beating one in a drinking contest is hard." Manarion patted his shoulder and continue to tell him how awesome he is for defeating Khudghumir in a drinking contest, Hans only smiles and laugh not knowing what to do about it.

"Did all of the elf army wear Armaments? These elves that were sent out are geared with more than three armaments although all of them are white grade." Hans asked Manarion about what he sees as someone who is a member of the military he should know something about it.

"Not all of them wear armaments, all of the elves blacksmiths is working for the military right now and they even told Khudghumir to work for them too but he was able to deny it with his strength only Prince Lotis's Big brother could win against him and i hear that he will lead these group of elves." Manarion turns serious as he explained what he knows.

"They know that I was skilled so they told me to craft armaments for the elite army for them, but I ended up accepting as there is the way they will let me go without doing anything." Khudghumir look annoyed as he speaks about his experience.

"Don't talk about them when they so near to us like this." Ryouma reminded the group that they are near the military, they feel silent and exchanged a glance with each other.

"Let's talk about it when they far from us."

"Sure."

"Agreed."

...

"Prince Dyros is here, made a way for his highness."

Everyone look at the splitting crowd, they see a male elf riding on a white unicorn his royal demeanor deterred the other and make them feel awe and fear. Blue eyes, white long hair and a pale white face. Prince Dyros come toward Hans' group slowly, he looks at them and said, "If your group ready let's depart."

His voice is raised and he obviously doesn't like them let alone respect them in his voice they could feel his strong arrogance, he looks at them as if they were nothing but an ant that he can step into anytime he wants.

"My group is rea..." Just as Ryouma replied, the prince bellowed "Everybody set out! Stay close to my group remember that." The prince leaves them without caring about giving them any face, all of Hans' group gritted their teeth seeing the prince's arrogant way.

"What a jerk!"

"He obviously doesn't care about giving another face."

Hans look at the back of the prince with hostility on his face, when someone not giving him any respect he will do the same to them with an interest! Hans sighed even though he wants to make him pay he still have rationality not only he was a prince he also a strong card master.

[Name]: Dyros Runefall

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[Race]: Wood Elf

[Rank]: 5-Star Card Master

[t.i.tle]: [Nature Blessed]

[Skill]: [Nature Blessing] [Nature Healing][Holy s.h.i.+eld][Blessing of Holy Light][Beast Heart] [War Cry]

[Condition]: Healthy

[Affliation]: The Elf Kingdom, Elf Settlement, Runefall Royal Family

[Monster Card]: 1.[Soul Card] Purity Heart Unicorn 2. Earthen Golem 3. Ancient Wood Treant

[Talent]:[Child of the Forest][Royal Presence] [Friend of Light Element] [Great Rider]

"Let him be no need to take it to the heart, I hear that he was always like there." Hans looks at beside him to see Manarion looking at him, he looks worried that he will do something stupid.

"Don't worry about me, they are already departing let's go."

"Yeah."

The group followed the prince's group behind them with some distance between them and the prince's group.