"I remember you're all still 'White Blades,' Tier Three Field Staff, right? After everything you've been through, it's time for a promotion."
As she spoke, Asvir took out a wooden box, placed it on the table, then turned it toward Colin and opened the lid.
Inside the box were five rings.
Engraved on the face of each ring was a robed figure holding a sword and a shield. Compared to the figure on the previous ring, this one had an added shield.
"You are now 'Shields of Strength,' Tier Four." Asvir relaxed, leaning back in her chair. "Are you settling into your apartment alright?"
"It's not bad."
"If you'd like, you can move to an apartment in the Trade District—that's also free of charge. Then, your squad's monthly stipend will be raised to eighty Gold Coins. That comes out to twenty Gold Coins per person, per month. It's really just a food allowance, nothing much. Also, you'll be exempt from all taxes within Thousand Masts City."
"Yes, I understand." Colin nodded silently.
