No job: Check the cards, Loki, are there any problems with the cards?

"Ahem, it's the real deal."

Rogue could only apologize to Gilead in his heart; they were such good friends, having been through life and death together.

In short, I hope you won't mind using her name a little.

Nina, however, remained skeptical.

"Don't worry, I won't lie."

"Whether it's true or not, you can verify it by taking me inside, right?" Roger continued to deceive the young girl.

"OK then……"

The naive Nina hesitated for a moment before agreeing, but she was still a little worried, so she warned, "However... if you lie, the consequences will be severe. You'll get your legs broken and be thrown out... I advise you to think carefully before you go in."

"Don't worry, I never lie or deceive people."

"Alright, come with me!"

Led by Nina with some skepticism, Rogge stepped into the area of ​​the Sword God Style Dojo.

The moment I stepped across that threshold, the atmosphere around me changed instantly.

Everyone I met was a master of the Sword God style; those sword saints who were one in a hundred outside were everywhere here.

The disciples dressed in white swordsman's robes around him, upon hearing that the young man was a disciple of the Sword King Kyrianu, all cast curious and scrutinizing glances at him.

Rogge felt a pang of emotion.

It seems that Gilead is quite famous in the Holy Land of Swords, otherwise these people wouldn't have reacted so strongly after hearing that they were Gilead's disciples.

"I'll go inform the Sword God. You wait here and don't wander around," Nina instructed before quickly leaving.

Rogge stood there and waited.

His gaze suddenly stopped as it swept across the vicinity of the dojo.

His gaze lingered on a young man with light brown hair in the crowd, who seemed to be the youngest among them.

I don't know why, maybe it was some kind of intuition, but I couldn't help but take another look at him.

However, before she could ask the boy's name, Nina returned.

"The Sword God has agreed... He wants to see you."

Roger was led by Nina to the "Seating Room".

This is the main hall of the Sword God School's headquarters, used for formal ceremonies, duels, and the awarding of titles; it can also be considered the main hall.

The hall was very spacious, with the fighting area in the center and many people able to watch the battles around it.

At this time, there were still many disciples of the Sword God School practicing and sparring here.

The moment Roger stepped into the hall, the room fell silent, and all eyes turned to him.

After Nina led him to his seat, she quickly hid to the side, looking like she was waiting to see a good show.

"That's Kyrie Ian's disciple? The Sword King's disciple?"

"So young? He looks like he's not even an adult yet... But would someone like Kyrie Illya really take on disciples?"

"Could he be a con artist who just came here to impersonate someone?"

Whispers rippled through the crowd, and the gazes cast upon them were filled with scrutiny and suspicion.

"quiet!"

A voice rang out, carrying an undeniable authority.

The speaker was a blue-haired man with scars on his face. He looked somewhat like Nina and exuded a wild and domineering aura.

He is the master of the Holy Land of Swords.

Sixth among the Seven Great Powers, the Sword God Gal Faleon.

Sword God Garr stared at Rogue, his gaze piercing like a sword: "You are Kyrie Ian's disciple?"

Rogge looked directly into the eyes of the Sword God without flinching, and nodded: "Indeed, I am Gilead's disciple."

"I haven't heard of Gilead taking on any disciples."

"Boy!"

"Words are no proof."

A playful smirk played on Garr's lips. "You need to produce some evidence, don't you?"

"evidence?"

Roger narrowed his eyes, trying to keep a low profile. "There's no need for that. If you want to know the answer, just ask my sword."

Although he thought he had lowered his stance, his arrogant words still aroused the dissatisfaction of many Sword God School disciples present.

After all, the one standing here now is the master of the Holy Land of Swords, the sixth-ranked Sword God among the Seven Great Powers, Garfalion.

A little kid... who doesn't even use basic honorifics.

Gar didn't take it to heart, instead throwing his head back and laughing loudly: "Hahahaha! Your personality is just like Kyrie Irvine's in the past, just to my liking. You know what... I'm actually starting to believe you're her disciple now."

"........."

Roger had an expression that said, "I knew it."

When you encounter a master, an ordinary person might lower their stance and act submissively, but the master will look down on your cowardice.

However, as long as you have enough self-confidence, you can instantly attract the other person's attention.

He held his head high, his face expressionless... trying his best to look more like Gilead's disciple.

Even when the Sword God's gaze fell upon him, Rogge narrowed his eyes, maintaining a calm demeanor.

Garr's smile faded, and he stared at Rogge, asking, "Tell me, what brings you to the Holy Land of Swords to find me?"

"To become stronger."

Garr seemed unsatisfied with the answer, still staring intently into Rogge's eyes: "No!"

"If this is just a perfunctory answer, then get out of here until you give me a reason that satisfies me."

Rogge paused for a moment, then repeated, "To become stronger..."

He paused, his gaze turning serious. "It's just to take down someone along the way."

Gar laughed again, "Hahaha, the guy you're talking about, you wouldn't happen to be trying to take me down, would you?"

"Even if you're Kyrie Il's disciple, that guy's swordsmanship was taught by me. You think you can beat me in your next life?"

"That's not necessarily true. After all, you're old, and I'm still very young."

Rogge's words were like a depth charge planted in a pond, instantly causing an uproar among the crowd.

"presumptuous!"

"How dare you criticize the Sword God?"

"A rookie swordsman, you've got some nerve. Didn't that guy Kyrie Isaac teach you any of the etiquette of the Sword God School?"

Rogge remained silent.

Sword God Garr simply leaned forward, his gaze fixed intently on Rogge: "Boy, do you know what it means to become a Sword God?"

"Women, wealth, and fame are readily available. You could have more money than you could spend in hundreds of lifetimes, princesses from kingdoms, and women from noble families would all line up to beg for your favor."

"Once you become the Sword God, you can do whatever you want."

A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips. "If you want to become the Sword God, then come and defeat me in the future!"

However, the next second, Rogge shook his head: "No, Sword God, you misunderstand."

"You are very strong, but I came here to cultivate... not to defeat you."

"???"

Gar.

"???"

"Everyone in the audience."

Then, Roger looked directly into Gar's eyes and calmly said, "Because compared to the person I want to defeat, you seem a little weaker."

"what?"

What was he saying?

"They don't even respect the Sword God! How arrogant! They dare to be so disrespectful to the Sword God!"

"Sword God, please allow me to teach this ignorant brat a lesson."

The crowd erupted in uproar, with angry voices rising and falling.

Garr wasn't angry; instead, he became even more interested: "Oh? The one who wants to defeat me isn't me, so who is it?"

"Dragon God!"

The room fell silent the moment he said that.

The entire hall was deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. In front of everyone, Roger uttered not only the title, but also the man's name.