“Those were my same thoughts as well, Master.”
‘So No.3 actually thought about the problem himself…now that’s rare…’
Suppressing my desire to make fun of him any further, I paused in thought for a second before asking: “Have you found anybody of use after conducting a headcount?”
In truth, there was a reason why I asked that question, and that was because No.3 actually had a hidden talent –talent scouting. Thinking back on the past, it was No.3 who recommended Big 4 to me. Thus, there was no doubting No.3’s loyalty towards me. Not only that, he had an eye for talent…of course, it could have all just been a coincidence.
“Master, speaking of talents…”
No.3 paused for a moment, brows furrowed as if he was mulling over a particularly annoying issue.
I furrowed my brows as well. Based on a quick glance, I could tell that he had escorted at least 800 Devils over. Being Devils, these newcomers all possessed their own inherited memories which came with their own unique differences.
Just like how humans were born with their unique traits despite coming from the same parents, for example, being a natural athlete or a brilliant scientist, Devils also possessed such uniqueness. In short, anything was possible in terms of talents…just like this certain pair of siblings I met on Earth who were so different from each other it was shocking that they were even related.
‘If memory serves me right, the Elder Brother was as skinny as a stick and the sister was basically a ball with four sticks sticking out of her and a sausage for a head.’
A famous German philosopher once said: ‘No two leaves are ever exactly alike’. In other words, even leaves from the same tree weren’t alike, let alone Devils or Humans.
What I was essentially furrowing my brows about was this: how could all 800 plus of those Devils be morons…there should at least be a couple of usable fellows…though such Devils would often be leaders…and the leaders were…basically squished to death by my Elite Abyssal Golems…
‘Hmph, who told those potatoes to be so full of themselves!’
In short, I was in a bit of a pickle right now.
“Master, there’s actually a Small Imp who claims to possess a unique talent, it’s just…”
No.3 paused once more. Looking at his hesitant form, my curiosity was immediately aroused after which I asked: “Just what?”
“It’s just that fellow has no combat ability whatsoever…”
‘A Small Imp that can’t fight? That doesn’t sound all that strange…hold on…from the Blood Sea to the Prison of the Dead and now to Sable Radiance…there’s no way that Imp hasn’t gone through countless battles. Not only that, he had to fend off his own comrades during times of hunger…feeding on the weak is the law of nature here after all.’
‘Come to think of it, there weren’t any Small Imps in the battle just now since they were just too weak. But didn’t No.3 just say that there was just such a being among the Devils he captured? Is he just a lucky survivor or is he hiding his true strength?’
‘Did I mention that he is still alive right now?!’
My curiosity was thoroughly aroused at this point. “How did you discover this unusual fellow?”
“That Small Imp appeared right after Master left…”
Through his explanation, I learnt of the rough situation surrounding this Small Imp.
After we split up, No.3 encountered two more batches of Devils. It was in the second batch that No.3 captured this peculiar Small Imp. To be exact, he didn’t capture said Small Imp, it was the Small Imp himself who intelligently chose to surrender…
In other words, that Small Imp immediately thought about surrendering the moment he laid eyes on the Elite Abyssal Golems. In fact, he even tried to persuade his comrades…
‘Perhaps it was exactly because of this smooth talking on his part that led to so many of the newcomers surrendering…’
In truth, that was exactly what had happened. Thanks to the efforts of that Small Imp, No.3 was able to bring back over 800 Devils. Lest one forgot, captives weren’t exactly the easiest of Devils to look after since they would escape at the drop of a hat. I had only given No.3 five golems with only one of them actually being combat ready. Essentially, he only had one golem who was capable of capturing those Devils, and that clearly wasn’t enough.
It was against such a backdrop that this glib Small Imp performed the crucial role of persuader…
‘A smooth talking fellow who isn’t good for anything else…that’s basically No.3’s assessment of him…that was probably why he didn’t treat him too well either…hmmm…No.3’s personality huh…if I was being generous, he could be considered a hotblooded Devil. If I wasn’t being generous, he’s just a musclebrain…ahh…brings back memories of how we first met…’
“Call him over…oh, seems like he’s already on his way here…’
Having heard all I needed to hear about this Small Imp from No.3, I was intrigued by this fellow. Yet just as I was about to summon him, I saw a Small Imp break off from the captive group. That little fellow first started off by warily glancing at the Elite Abyssal Golem standing not too far away from him. After realizing that it wasn’t going to do anything, he heaved a sigh of relief before breaking into the most innocent smile ever..not that an ugly creature like a Small Imp could ever manage anything resembling innocent. Still, he maintained that strange smile while walking towards us.
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