Matthew's Mount

Matthew let go of his hand, relieved.

Bang!

The huge mace smashed onto the ground, shattering the stone table into two halves.

The dark warrior silently looked at the remains on the ground, the soul fire in his eyes jumping slightly.

Matthew, who was fully immersed in the arm-wrestling process, did not notice this detail.

He took two deep breaths and returned to his human form.

" I'm a mage. Strength isn't my forte. If you want to see something else, I can show you some spells."

Matthew said with a pleasant expression.

The more he looked at Argus, the more he liked him. Who wouldn't love a chubby and perceptive baby?

He hadn't even entered the cemetery, yet he already knew how to save face for his leader.

It seemed that he was just being modest when he said that he was not smart.

Argus asked cautiously,

"Will you still need to bring this mace with you when you cast spells?"