"Please, let me take the test! I really want to join the Steelhearts!" A young man in his late teens kneeled in front of the table.
"You're not qualified, young man. Please, step aside and don't disturb the registration." A middle-aged man said impatiently.
"Then, let me join the Steelhearts. I'm fine with being anything! I can do chores—"
Before the young man could finish his sentences, James cut him off as he asked curiously. "Why do you want to join the Steelhearts so bad?"
…
He intended to take back his wine because at the end of the day, only strength matters the most, and with his strength, he could forcibly take an item out of a low-level spatial ring like James wore.
However, when he checked the contents inside, he raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes wide, as his bottle of wine was nowhere to be seen. Not only that, but he also couldn't sense the Aurenwood Tree's leaf inside.
He quickly probed James' body thoroughly and didn't find any other spatial ring.
