“By the way, that’s incredible,” said one of the Praise the Orc members who was stirring a large pot of stew. His name was Alex.0

“He abandoned his country to reach a higher level of swordsmanship…”0

Adantadore glared at him, and Alex carefully chose his words, “What I mean is that you are diligently practicing your swordsmanship to the point that you are putting your country behind for a while. Haha.”0

Adantadore was a named NPC. He was known as the strongest knight even in the southern region, which had the largest number of human players. The one who defeated Adantadore in a duel was the most famous of all named NPCs, the Northern Conqueror—Crockta. Those two were sitting around the pot with the other members of Praise the Orc. It was the greatest luxury an Elder Lord player could enjoy.0

“Is it because you grew up taking everything for granted?” Crockta suddenly said.0

“Huh?”0

“Look at you. You abandoned your country and came here just because your swordsmanship faced a little hurdle. As a noble, you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, so you became someone who does everything their way.”0

Hearing Crockta’s biting remarks, the members of Praise the Orc glanced at Adantadore warily. Adantadore sat still, but his hands were trembling with anger.0

“In addition, he is also quite talented and he knows how to put in the effort. That’s why he turned...0