Hagler was definitely skilled, but not skilled enough to be a Sword Master. If he had been one, Henry’s magic would not have been enough to stop him. Henry helped Hagler to his feet and brushed the dust from his clothes.

“How curious. Why is someone like you on the run, Mr. Hagler?”

“H-how did you know?”

“It’s obvious. Why else would a person of your level of skill come all the way here with your family? Anyway, shall we continue discussing this after you gather your family members?”

“Yes. And, uh…”

“Is there anything else?”

“You’re going to be my superior from now on, so I would appreciate it if you could be less formal with me,” mumbled Hagler. It seemed he was accustomed to maintaining a degree of respect.

“Oh, that’s all? Well, I’ll keep my formalities just for today. It’s our first meeting, after all,” replied Henry.

“Thank you.”

Then, through an assistant, Henry made it known that the first successful applicant had joined the corps. This sent the other applicants into a frenzy.

“Someone passed the exam? So you’re saying they’ve already passed the third test?”

“Whoa… I’m jealous. That person is set for life now…”

“Damn, there really are people out there who can pass the first test.”

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