Chapter Eighty-Six: Building Faust's Strongest Squad
After dawn the next day of Faust's Cathedral, Ares got up to clean up, had breakfast, and went straight to the ground.
Along the way, Ares met several professionals, who were also walking towards Faust Cathedral, and looked at each other, and the other party obviously recognized Ares, but Ares did not recognize each other.
With a faint look of doubt, Ares walked into the Cathedral of Faust.
"Aunt Mia!" Looking at Mia standing in the center of the main hall of Faust Cathedral, and a person next to her who was wearing a mage robe, the fiery red mage robe looked extremely conspicuous, and there was a magical aura rippling on her body, it was easy for people to judge her profession, this is a mage professional.
Aunt Mia was chatting with the mage profession when she heard Ares' shout, and turned to Ares; "You're coming"
Obviously, he was not too surprised that Ares appeared here, and watched Ares walk to his side, directly took Ares's hand, and introduced the mage professional to Ares and said; "Let me introduce you, this is the genius of our Sword Adventure Group, Pfister,"
"This is also the genius of our party, Ares," Aunt Mia said as she continued to introduce Ares after introducing the mage professional Pfister.
"I know him, I've watched the first-division games, and I'm not a genius in front of Ares," Pfister said with a faint smile on his face.
"Pfister, you claim to be below level 10, the strongest mage, and now you are only level 7, but you are stronger than those level 10 professional mages," Pfister's words sounded comforting, no matter how he talked about another genius, admitting that he was inferior to you, and taking the initiative to praise you, it sounded a unique sense of achievement.
I don't know this Pfister Ares, but his name, Ares has still heard of it, and when he was at level 6, he won the title of the strongest mage among the professions below level 10, and it can be said that before Ares and Garon were born, half of Faust's talk about genius was occupied by this Pfister.
Praise below level 10, which is rare, if it weren't for the fact that Pfister is very low, it wouldn't be below level 10, but the strongest mage in Faust.
It also belongs to playing with fire magic, Antonio is really small compared to this Pfister, and the talent Pfister has is one of the five talents suitable for mages, the Flame Lord.
Flame Lord: Increases Fire Magic Affinity, Fire Magic Cost -30%, Fire Magic Power +30%, Bonus Fire Magic Damage +20.
Ares has heard of Pfister, it is because of Pfister's talent, the Flame Lord, is too dazzling, in the previous life, the talent that was summed up, this Flame Lord ranking is high, although in this life because of the value of defense talents, other talents have depreciated a lot, but this Flame Lord still has a place.
In the future, when it comes to the Dark City, this Flame Lord can be promoted to the Flame King, and its growth is not weak at all.
Ares knows so much about this Pfister, not because this Pfister is the best team member of Ares's team, but unfortunately this one already has a fixed team, and the relationship between the two sides is not low, just like Sia and Antonio, when they were never professionals or alternate professionals, they followed friendship, unless it was the rest of the team, all of them died, otherwise Ares had no hope of recruiting at all.
This made Ares sigh, and it was not that Faust did not echo the members of Ares' best squad, but that these were all famous flowers.
"Pfister, you're here, too?" An indifferent voice came out, and a man dressed as a hunter strode up to Pfister's side and snorted coldly.
"What? You have a big opinion that I came here, Stephen! A cold light also flashed in Pfister's eyes, and he looked at this one and said disdainfully.
"Humph!" The Stephen snorted coldly, then turned around and walked away directly, walking towards the other side.
Watching the hunter dress up as a professional, Ares was surprised, he was another genius, what the hell is this Archbishop of Althea going to do, not only Pfister, who has the talent of the Flame Lord, is here, but also Stephen, whose talent is not weaker than Pfister.
This is simply a concentration of geniuses, and the geniuses of Faust are all coming here.
Seeing this scene, Ares finally knew why he was at odds with Nagaron, and the two sides kept clashing.
As a mage, Pfister's professional orientation is output, and the same is true for hunters, they are all geniuses who take the output route, and they usually naturally have the heart of comparison, and who has the highest output, this is the root of the contradiction, and usually the natural urine is less than a pot.
Ares glanced at all the professionals in the main hall, there were now nine professionals, and Ares stood with Pfister and Aunt Mia,
Stephen chatted with a man dressed as a priest, and the other four professionals, who were scattered separately, looked for a place on their own, apparently without acquaintances.
"Didn't Garon come?" The figure of Archbishop Althea slowly walked out of the back passage, dressed as before, dressed as white as snow, holding a snow-white staff in his hand, walked to the center of the main hall, glanced at the nine professionals present, and finally asked Stephen.
Archbishop Althea's eyes were relatively indifferent, and he summoned many professionals, only Garon did not come, coupled with Garon's performance in the past, so that Archbishop Althea faintly revealed dissatisfaction.
"Garon left Faust after the celebration was over, and he was not able to inform him," Stephen heard Archbishop Althea's words, and his face was arrogant, but the male priest standing next to Stephen quickly explained.
"If there is anything important, I will inform the head of the regiment and send someone to Faust to look for it," added the male pastor.
"No need," Archbishop Althea said, waving his hand and indifferently in his mouth.
"I wonder what the archbishop is going to do when he summons us all here?" A professional leaning on the pillars of the main hall asked at this moment.
"This time, we have gathered everyone to come, and the purpose is very simple, which is to build the strongest team of Faust!" Archbishop Althea spoke.
"I disagree!"