Little problems

'They want a single group of mercenaries to protect them, is something wrong with their minds?' This what was Tobi thought inwardly, when he first saw the group of mercenaries and the first impression of the man, putting aside his sh*t face.

Daniel was currently or above level 3 of rank 3, with a close inspection he could feel the weak enchanted items emitting light traces of mana.

Though he didn't know durable it was just from staring at it, Tobi knew that punching it with his bare physical strength would leave the item completely shattered, that's if he ever came close to it.

Looking at again that wasn't all, at least, the members behind him could also be considered strong and what would be described as the cream of the crop in the human continents, among the group easily spot a 'sorcerer' who had a faint bloodline resonating from her veins.