“As expected of the top talent of the outskirts’ younger generation , maybe even the entire Desert Province.”

Before Stefan could stand up with a horrible expression, Master Roben had already walked forward while playing with his crossbow.

“If Stefan’s even half as good as you, I wouldn’t have to see you today.

“Speaking of, he’s quite the lucky man. He caused you a great deal of trouble, but he still managed to earn your friendship. I’m relieved.”

Master Roben’s words had deep meaning; he seemed to understand a lot about Harvey, along with why Stefan would try to challenge Amos at such a moment.

That said, he only implied all that without actually speaking about it. No matter the case, he couldn’t hide the admiration he had toward Harvey.

Harvey chuckled.

“You’re kidding. I’m not from the outskirts, or the Desert Province. I do think that Stefan fits the title more, though.”

Stefan felt a little prideful after hearing Harvey’s words. He knew he was no match against Harvey, but