About half an hour of walking later.
The three arrived at a castle on the city's edge.
The Mage approached the soldiers at the gate, exchanged a few words, and after a few glances from the soldiers, they came straight over to the trio and said:
"You say you're friends with Marquis Ronald. Do you have any evidence?"
"Evidence? Well, here it is."
War Wolf said, taking out a silver medal from his pocket.
"This is... isn't this the Talent Recruitment Order issued by Marquis Ronald? Those who hold such a token are all talents appreciated by the Marquis!
I didn't expect you three to have such status. Please wait a moment."
The soldiers' eyes lit up; they mumbled a few words and quickly said something to the trio.
Then they headed into the castle.
Before long, a man in his fifties or sixties, with half-black and half-white hair and a noble temperament, his face with a few wrinkles, approached.
