Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 65: This mysterious talent

It was like telling the King that he would stage a coup and take all his power by rebelling.

But Maxime remained calm, and contrary to what Charles thought, he was smiling.

"Oh? And what position in the nobility are you aiming for?"

"Aren’t all nobles the same?"

Maxime laughed lightly.

"No, even nobles have classes. It goes from the baron who precedes the viscount, himself inferior to the count, then the marquis, after the duke and finally the king."

Charles opened his eyes wide at this.

"So if I can become a duke in my lifetime, I’ll be happy."

"A duke then, eh? Quite an ambition for someone who could never have the strength of an unassisted knight."

Maxime looked at Charles with a certain mockery.

But Charles took no notice and looked at Maxime with great surprise.

Then his face turned pale.

"I could never have the strength of a knight, why?"

"Because you don’t have the talent to become a knight. That means that even if I were to place a breathing method in front of you, you wouldn’t be able to do anything with it."

Charles lowered his eyes in rage.

All his life he’d thought it a certainty that he’d become a knight.

"What’s even funnier is that you have a talent as powerful as it is useless."

Charles looked up, suspicious.

"A powerful and useless talent?"

Maxime casually took another bite of charcuterie.

"Yes, you have the talent to become a dragon tamer."

But before Charles could become happy, Maxime poured him the cold shower.

"But what kind of dragon would enter into a contract with a human incapable of becoming extraordinary?"

"Isn’t that ironic?"

Charles was completely flustered after all this information.

His thoughts were completely chaotic.

"Well, that was before you met me. Haven’t you already felt some changes in yourself?"

Saying this, Maxime grinned broadly as he continued to eat.

"Changes?"

Charles was curious and intrigued.

"I have a talent that allows the men under my command to improve their potential."

"For example, for you, your potential has gone from 3 stars to 4 stars. You now have one of the highest potentials in the Kingdom, if it isn’t already the highest."

Charles was completely shocked; he didn’t know that each individual had his own potential.

He was even more shocked to learn that he had one of the highest potentials in the kingdom!

Even he knew from the depths of his village that in the Kingdom there were at least millions if not tens of millions of people!

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"With that kind of potential, you could have the strength of a knight without practicing any knightly methods, isn’t that incredible?"

"Max...Chief! Thank you for this opportunity!"

Whatever his arrogance, Charles knew that at this stage the best future he could hope for was alongside the man in front of him.

"My talent will only evolve in the future. So the people who follow me will also become stronger and stronger. By being at my side you can hope to one day become a noble and above all take advantage of your talent and become a true dragon knight."

"But once you’re no longer under my command, you’ll lose absolutely everything I gave you, and you’ll more or less revert to the person you are today."

Charles didn’t hesitate for a second.

"I promise I’ll stay by your side forever, and become one of your sharpest swords."

Maxime smiled slightly.

"Eat and drink, I’ll have you meet the other mercenaries after this."

If people in the future, whether in the world of Eternity or in the real world, knew that the famous dragon knight, Charles, had sworn his loyalty in this way, countless people would simply take it as a mere joke.

What kind of existence is a dragon knight?

Zhao Ru, one of the strongest existences on the Asian continent, is a dragon knight!

To become a dragon knight is to become one of the individuals who stand at the top of the world!

What prestige and honor that implies!

Charles didn’t know it, but he knew he could have a bright future following the man in front of him!

Henry and Ultia, who were eating and drinking not far from Maxime’s table, overheard the discussion.

"So that’s how it is..." murmured Henry, looking at Ultia.

"Are you thinking what I’m thinking?" asked Ultia of Henry.

"Let me think some more."

Henry’s mind was still muddled by the dilemma he found himself in.

The days passed quickly.

Maxime counted up and among the 75 mercenaries recruited, there were 3 who originally possessed 2-star talents.

2 came from the village of Hénor, while the last came from Plouta.

Including Andrew, Ernest and Laura, this directly doubled the number of 3-star mercenaries in the saber-toothed tiger group.

Such numbers already represented the pinnacle of mercenary groups in the Kingdom.

However, only a few common talents such as enhanced strength and agility were discovered.

There were no special talents such as Rodrigo’s or Charles’.

Romuald’s talent was also excellent, enabling him to surpass the limits of his potential to some extent.

During these days, the old mercenaries did their best to train the newcomers.

Everyone understood that the stronger the comrades, the better everyone’s chances of survival.

So everyone put a lot of effort into getting to know each other, as well as intensifying training as much as possible.

The old mercenaries took great pleasure in observing the surprised expressions of the new mercenaries, who discovered that their talent had changed.

Maxime also introduced Charles to all the old mercenaries.

It didn’t take long, since there were only 25 of them left.

Charles was frightened when he learned that the former mercenary group had grown to over 60 members, and that after just one battle, half the mercenaries had died.

Of course, this didn’t include the logistical staff who had stayed behind in the bandits’ cave, looking after the children and building houses in the surrounding area.

When Charles met Andrew, who had already fully recovered after 3 days’ rest, and saw the large scar on his abdomen, Charles was deeply impressed.

At the same time, he firmly whispered to himself that he would always be very careful on the battlefield.

Only those who survive will know glory, while those who die will gradually be forgotten.

Of course, he kept these words to himself.

In the tavern, Charles found himself with 3 former mercenaries from the saber-toothed tiger group.

"Charles, I’m going to teach you something about the chief."

A former mercenary whispered lightly with a certain malice.

His red face showed he was already rather drunk.

"What’s that, Pascal?"

Charles didn’t expect much from these ordinary mercenaries, but to get a good image in the group he tried to socialize as much as possible.

"The leader, his talent...it doesn’t just consist in improving the potential of the mercenaries, hic..."

The red-faced Pascal began to hiccup, while his breath smelled strong.

At the same time, a certain rage could be seen on his face.

The other two mercenaries, who were more sober, became worried.

They had all been recruited at the same time in Nansoy, and had formed a beautiful friendship together.

"Cut the crap Pascal."

Tristan, one of the two mercenaries, frowned and intervened with a certain firmness.

But Pascal became even more annoyed.

"Humph! If he’d used his talent, Orta wouldn’t be dead!"

*boom*

Tristan tapped the table heavily, shaking the drinks on the table and startling everyone in the inn.

A certain silence settled over the 4 mercenaries’ table.

But after a few seconds, the atmosphere in the inn returned to normal.

"You yourself know that if he had used it, he might have been able to save many people, but he would have put us all in danger at the same time!"

Tristan’s words grew weaker, as sadness and a sense of helplessness could be felt in his words.

Charles watched in incomprehension.

Pascal was still unhappy, but said nothing.

"It’s better this way, otherwise, if a knight had attacked us, we’d all be dead."

Pascal didn’t seem to agree, but continued to say nothing.

"Tristan, what exactly is the chef’s talent you’re talking about?"

Charles was very curious when he asked, it was the first time he’d heard of it.

"It’s the asset of our mercenary group."

Tristan’s answer was very careless, not wanting to give any more details.

"Pascal, what’s this talent you’re talking about?"

Charles wouldn’t budge.

Pascal began to open his mouth, but just then, Piedro, Andrew and Terry entered the inn.

No matter how drunk he was, he wasn’t stupid enough to talk about it right next to important mercenaries.

"I hope you never know, hic."

"Why?"

"Because it means the shit’s really hit the fan, and the group’s facing extinction, hic."