‘No, you just have to give me a reward!’ 

Why did they have to give him another mouth to feed? Minhyuk felt disappointed at the moment.

Conir was a boy with big doe-like eyes and fair skin. He looked very simple and naive. It seemed like he was around 15 years old.

‘But he’s a Sword Saint?’

Minhyuk checked his information right away.

(Conir)

Rank: Sword Saint

Type: Vassal

Level: 601

Attack: 5,916

Defense: 3,173

Special Abilities:

•Active Skill: Faramil Swordsmanship

•Active Skill: Sword Saint’s Invincibility

•Passive Skill: Tenacity

•Passive Skill: Divine Blessings and Curses

Potential: 159

Experience Value: 87% / 100%

‘…Wow.’ 

Even if Minhyuk was dismayed, his mouth still widened in shock. Conir’s attack, defense, and potential were overwhelming when compared to Ghost Spear Ben. Furthermore, since he had high potential, it meant that he could grow further.

Next, Minhyuk checked the Faramil Swordsmanship. The moment he checked the skill, he realized that there was something off. It resembled the swordsmanship that Barchel and his knights used earlier. However, the only difference was that Conir’s version was much more powerful and destructive. When he saw the description…

‘A sword art created by a young and innocent boy to protect others.’

That was when Minhyuk realized that Conir was the one who created the Faramil Swordsmanship. Surprising things kept on appearing one after the other. He was wondering how a 15-year-old boy could create such a...