According to his calculations, it wouldn't take long for him to obtain a rank 4 body too.
The man slowly turned himself, staring at the two cuts on his clothes before looking toward Noah.
He was slightly surprised by the scene.
The young man stood calmly on guard with his sabers crossed in front of him.
A black bat and a black panther were on his sides with their empty eyes fixed on him.
Four additional arms were faintly materializing on the student's torso and an aura of coldness enveloped his figure.
He was ready to fight.
'He has seen that his attacks can't pierce my skin, yet he didn't give up. It seems that the academy produced a battle genius.'
The man thought.
"Kurt, stop messing with the kid, he is clearly up for the job."
A rough voice sounded from one of the tables at the end of the room.
"Vance, come here."
Noah turned toward the voice only to see an old man with his arm stretched waving at him.
Kurt shrugged his shoulders and returned to his seat, resuming his drinking and laughing with the others in his table.
Noah moved toward the old cultivator and made a slight bow as he reached him.
"Come, come. Have a drink with us while you tell me about yourself."
Noah sat in one of the free seats near him and calmly waited for the man to talk.
"You know, there aren't many nobles from the academy willing to join our guild. They prefer to become a Royal guard and lazy around all day instead of spending their lives in beasts' lairs."
He spoke while signaling to one of the servants waiting at the sides of the room to bring a jug for Noah.
"I'm no noble."
Noah said briefly.
The other cultivators on the table were a bit surprised by his affirmation but then they nodded in approval.
Even if their status was high outside Elbas city, in the capital they were simple hunters.
They were either talented soldiers from noble families residing in the city or of noble birth without any special connection to the Royal family.
In the capital, where a big part of the population was composed of nobles and wealthy cultivators, their status was only average.
Knowing that Noah's status was similar to theirs made their attitudes more friendly toward him.
He had been a student of the academy after all!
If he wanted, there would be many families willing to hire him as a guard or attempting to rope him in with political marriages.
The fact that he had entered the academy confirmed that his talent was extremely high, at the peak of his generation!
Getting their hands of someone with such potential was a wise investment for the future power of their family.
"And how did someone without a noble status enter the academy?"
Noah shrugged his shoulders.
"Luck."
The elder scoffed and shook his head.
"Not the talkative type, I see. Don't worry though, here in the Hunters' guild we all have our secrets. Oh right, I am Ron Slassiw, I manage the new arrivals."
Chapter end
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