Supreme Magus novel Chapter 278

"I know that for you nobles your points are much more precious than commoners’ lives, but I’d like for your Lordship to realize that some of us may not come back to their families because of you brats.

"Captain, instead of wasting our time with niceties, let’s see how much a waste of space he is. What’s your status, Saddle?"

"I have a girlfriend. Don’t know if she’s the right one, though." Lith pretended to have misunderstood the question. Being obnoxious was a game two could play.

Seeing Lith’s smug expression, Khran became red from anger. Some of the officers laughed at the joke.

"I don’t give a damn about your love life. I want to know what can you do!"

Lith took a mental note that no one was defending him. Even the captain did nothing, aside from the occasional eye roll.

"His specializations are Forgemastering..." When Captain Yerna read out loud Lith’s file, multiple groans and the sound of hands slapping a forehead or a leg in a fit of rage echoed through the warehouse.

"That’s great, another one as useful as a third nostril..."

Yerna ignored Khran, raising her voice to cover the sergeant’s whining.

"...and Healing. Back in his village, White was a hunter and a bounty hunter. Last year he survived Balkor’s attack, went toe to toe with a Valor and lived to tell the tale."

Instead of wasting her time arguing, the Captain had decided to check her trainee’s personal files from her data amulet. It contained an image of his visage to recognize him and all the relevant information for the mission at hand.

Many heads turned when they heard about the healer part, a few nods followed Lith’s past as a manhunter, and clear disbelief accompanied the last sentence.

"His village?" Many echoed.

"Yeah, I’m a commoner, not a noble. I’ve worked very hard to get where I am." Since they showed him no respect, Lith was ready to pay them back in kind. His voice was cold while Death Vision showed him a series of gruesome deaths he had no intention of preventing.

"A healer from the White Griffon sounds nice." Said a brown haired man in his mid-twenties. For Mogar’s standards he was tall and lean, with his 1.74 meters. Like all the men in the unit, he was perfectly shaven.

"I’m Huren Nacth, nice to meet you. Can you get rid of this scar? The ladies don’t like it." He took Lith’s hand in his own, making the request without a hint of shame.

"I could, for a price. It will leave you exhausted." Lith was amused by the change of attitude. The scar was long and deep, going from the lower half of the left cheek down along the neck.

"A healer is damn fine as long as they are trustworthy." Khran spat again.

"Every kid still attending an academy is a survivor, so there’s no point in bragging about it. As for fighting a Valor, what kind of sick joke is that, Captain?"

"It’s no joke." The Captain replied.

Yerna’s words caused a small commotion. All the unit’s members rushed behind her to read from the hologram projected by the amulet, but it was soon interrupted by the arrival of the second student.

He was a fifteen year old boy, 1.7 meters (5’7") high with blond hair and deep green eyes. The newcomer had the build of a soldier, rather than a student. Something in his confident attitude told Lith he had to be a lady-killer at his academy.

The Captain moved to his file, hoping for another pleasant surprise.