A while later, Kyle stared, dumbfounded, at the massive wall before him, cluttered with numerous mission postings. Speechless.
"1, 2, 3... 12 Battles?"
He counted, his brow arching slightly as he scanned the multiple mission pages where his name was written in bold. He could not believe Ares had put his name on so many battles. He was just a new member of the clan. What was wrong with that man?
Next to him, Gvette chuckled softly. The man reached out to shake his shoulder, to console him perhaps, only to trip when Kyle moved back and avoided his hand. Gvette's smirk stiffened, but he let it go and forced out a polite smile as he looked at Kyle.
"Don't worry much. We will cheer for you from afar. Just return back intact."
Kyle's lips twitched violently.
Return back intact?
Did that mean... there was a chance he could lose a limb or two in these battles?
