Garan, Gill, and the others went in, leaving the members assigned with public relations (i.e. social butterflies) like Luis and Sammy to answer the questions.
Anyway, now that the scary men were gone, a lot of people came closer to satisfy their curiosity. Most prominently, people asked when the next batch of interviews would be.
There was no way. Not only were the conditions and benefits extremely attractive, but they could also learn to be stronger than others!
Maybe they'd even be able to beat people beyond their level!
How amazing was that? It used to be something inconceivable—but they just saw it with their own eyes! Still one-against-three!!
"Would you really teach us your techniques? How much would you charge us?!" An eager middle-aged man and Luis smiled amicably in response.
"There would be no charges, but the skills taught would depend on specialty and position." He said, "Of course you'll have to sign a bond with us in the Town Center, tying you to us for a couple of years."
The people nodded, as this was common practice amongst commercial and mercenary teams investing in their people. And because they would be invested in, they also asked, "Do we get equipment?"
"Yes, but the level would depend on your contribution and potential." He said, "If you make enough contributions, you may even get exclusive equipment not available in the Weapons store!"
He wasn't lying. Their own weapons makers were both very innovative and hardworking.
Then there was a young lad looking at him curiously. They seemed to be around the same age. "This was the first time I've heard of you though, how come?"
"We're new, just established a few days ago," This time, it was Sammy who answered. What he received were quite a few disbelieving stares.
Sammy was unfazed though. "The lord of the territory became our business partner and we got some land in return."
"Really? That's impressive…"
"Well, our boss is amazing." He said, "You may not know this but our boss is the Inventor of 'Ferrol Beef Sauce' and 'Rolan Magic Sauce'! If you join our team, then your food will have it!"
This incited a lot of excited murmurs, and you could see the remaining inkling of doubts swept away.
Sure enough, good food fixed everything.
Similar questions popped up and Luis and the others patiently answered them all.
"Do you have Elementalists?" One asked, breaking the plethora of inquiries asked at once. Silence ensued and they stared at Luis, waiting for his answer.
Although they didn't think he'd answer the affirmative, they were curious if this group would surprise them again.
Luis almost said the truth but didn't in the end, primarily because it was too unbelievable. People might just think that he was lying.
So, instead of answering, he simply raised a palm and willed the fire elements around him. Soon a small fireball formed floating an inch above his finger, its light making the people's eyes bright.
It was only as big as a tennis ball, but at least it wasn't the tiny spark from before.
This was enough to impress everyone though, and they looked at him in awe—making him feel a bit smug.
In a particularly good mood, he smiled at them. "Do you believe me when I say that we do?"
"Yes, sir, thank you for answering!"
They got an Elementalist answering questions! What an honor!
In any case, the crowd wouldn't clear up until many minutes later, appearing quite interested in what they had to offer.
It could be said that the 'advertisement' was very successful, and their name resounded throughout the territory, just as they wanted.
That night, under the illumination of the torches, the commotion finally died down, and the team underwent their usual night training inside the fence.
It was supposed to be as per their usual routine of training, with them focusing at least two hours before sleeping honing their physiques.
However, tonight, other than the team members, there were also some audiences that were unfortunately allowed to watch.
It was all thanks to her very close connection with the lord, that they had the 'honor' of having his cousin here as an audience.
Cassandra looked at the man running uniformly with his men, purple eyes warm and loving. "So charming…" She said, her eyes wondering from Gill's handsome face to the well-built body that the long-sleeved shirt could not contain.
It didn't help that the sweat allowed his lines to show. Cassandra was almost drooling. Fortunately, she was raised as a lady, and all this happened in her head.
"Well, he's definitely better than that oily ex of yours." Her friend Veronica, who had shamelessly tagged along on this trip, commented beside her.
Cassandra rolled her pretty purple eyes. "Oslo is not counted!"
She shivered just by thinking of their kiss. They should've just stayed friends!
"Gill is definitely my first love!"
"Yes, yes, whatever." The other girl said, her eyes landing on the handsome man with golden hair and blue eyes who was running with a different team from Gill.
"Brandon is also very good." She said, eyes softening. "How handsome…"
In fact, Garan was the first one to catch her attention—as would be the case with anyone—but she hadn't even entered within two meters of him and she could already feel the entire vicinity freeze.
Although she loved beautiful men, she loved her life even more.
And at the moment of 'life-and-death', Brandon appeared like the light in the darkness, the sweetness amongst the bitterness. Veronica fell in love at first sight.
Although it happened often with her, she had a feeling this one would last a long, long, time…
"Oh my, how charming!" Veronica was pulled back to the present when Cassie pulled her skin.
"Ouch!" She said, glaring at the other girl, but her peripheral vision caught sight of her future-husband and she forgot to argue.
They were sparring now, and it happened that Gill was sparring with Brandon.
They just fell in love even more.