“You think she will have trouble with making the building?” Hans snorted. “Doubtful. She’ll likely grow it in a day. She’s an A-rank nine plant Mage. She’s the closest thing to a Saint I have ever seen. Heck, she trained Frank for nearly a decade.” Dale’s mouth dropped open. He hadn’t even thought to look at her cultivation. A bad habit he would need to break; even regular-seeming people could be horrifyingly dangerous if he didn’t even bother to notice them.
