"Do you know him?"
Roland shook his head helplessly.
If he counted the days he'd spent as a Horse Boy for the young noble, then they could barely be considered acquaintances.
But from the looks of it, Dalko had clearly forgotten all about the boy who once led his horse and held his whip.
'Then what on earth does this young master Dalko want with me?'
Roland pondered for a moment, recalling the scene from yesterday's assessment. A theory began to form in his mind.
'Could it be that this young noble saw my talent for forging and came specifically to recruit me?'
He couldn't help but feel a little hesitant at the thought.
After all, from what he understood, the nobles of the Golden Valley Kingdom weren't exactly in the habit of treating talented commoners with respect.
Someone like Hawke was already an exception.
Based on his observations from studying under Hawke these past few days, the old Blacksmith's Forging Skills were truly exquisite.
