Chapter 1450: Chapter 445: Selected, Disciple of Barre Shepherd, Curse God Card_2 Chapter 1450: Chapter 445: Selected, Disciple of Barre Shepherd, Curse God Card_2 The identity verification also passed.
That ant Leonard Churchill had already stepped halfway through the gates of the Royal Academy.
The verification had been from morning till afternoon, and after changing clothes, a Knight Captain led these young people to tour the City Lord Manor.
Then they ate in the military camp’s cafeteria.
Dozens of rough wooden tables and benches were filled with famished young people, and the food was potato soup and dry bread… thankfully, there was no shortage of at.
The taste wasn’t great, but they were generous with the ingredients.
Leonard Churchill and his new teammates sat at one table.
Everyone present were Card Master Apprentices, whose caloric needs were usually only a bit more than an average adult.
However, curiously, their table was piled into a small mountain of at.
Seeing the looks from others, the short youth wearing a sowhat comical horned helt seed a bit embarrassed, grinned, and said, “Hey, my na’s Garfield, just call Dodo. I’m from the Dwarf Race. Now we’re all teammates, we need to look after each other!”
Short, yet incredibly robust.
His forearms were thicker than the legs of most of the youths.
Those ats were all piled in this “Garfield’s” bowl.
Nun Jessica, a demure girl with so freckles, introduced herself, “My na is Jessica, I plan to follow,”
She then curiously asked, “Dwarf Race, aren’t you very skilled in forging?”
Garfield responded, “Yes. I was a blacksmith before coming here. Our clan is in the Red Ridge Mountains of Black Dragon North County, right next to Duke Landon’s territory. The Clan Leader arranged for to join the knight selection… The Clan Leader said I should get along well with my new teammates…”
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Listening, Leonard Churchill couldn’t help but smile inwardly.
This age was truly the age of innocence, and Dwarves even more so, seeming to speak whatever was on their mind.
He had heard about the Dwarf Race in the Southern Continent before.
Now having seen them in person, he found it quite fascinating.
The Dwarf Race had divine strength bestowed by the Gods, so it was normal that they required more food.
Before, Leonard Churchill had observed, this guy hadn’t officially changed his job yet but could easily swing a Battle Axe weighing over a hundred pounds.
This was racial talent.
Not only did the team include a Dwarf, but there was also a Lizardman.
When they were tested for Elental Affinity, this guy stood out as well, a natural-born Mage Card Master.
Compared to them, Leonard Churchill felt that the human body really didn’t have many advantages.
Assassin Gael was a gender-neutral young woman with short hair, who spoke very little, only introduced her na, and then focused on eating.
Leonard Churchill did the sa, less talk, more eating.
There were differences in age and tiers, and he didn’t have much in common with these teammates. He planned to dedicate himself to hard training in the future.
He thought he would just wait to leave after that.
Unexpectedly, before they even finished eating, a small incident occurred.
Suddenly, there was a loud shout, “Stand up!”
Before the youths understood what was happening, the Knight Captain, who was with them for the al, imdiately stood up straight.
Everyone looked over, only to see a young man in a black robe surrounded by guards at the door.
The knights saluted and said, “Greetings, Your Highness Sack!”
Although the youngsters had just joined Duke Landon’s Mansion today, hearing this, they also understood and followed with salutes.
Leonard Churchill looked over, a young man with a stern face walked in, saying as he walked, “I ca to see how good the knights my father chose for are!”
Dragon Descendants mostly developed fully around thirteen or fourteen. The youth, over one ter seventy, had purple pupils that shimred with a sharp, thunderous gleam.
This was Sack, the 39th legitimate grandchild of Duke Landon, whom he would study with in the future.
As soon as Sack arrived, it was like he was examining his future class base, he glanced over them and seed pleased.
But then, he said directly, “Is there anyone who thinks they can fight? Step forward and let’s see!”
His words were simple and brutal, apparently wanting to see if there were any top talents that pleased him among the group.
Listening, Leonard Churchill’s gaze sharpened slightly; he knew this was a good ti to show himself.
If he perford well, he might truly qualify to access advanced courses at the Royal Academy with this young master in the future.
However, now was not the ti.
There would be plenty of opportunities in the future, and in Duke Landon’s Mansion, it was better to keep a low profile.
The other youngsters didn’t have so viele reservations, they all knew what this ant.
They were all chosen from thousands for their talent, and naturally, these young people had their own pride.
As soon as the words fell, over twenty of them stood up straight and proud.
Young Master Sack looked at the turnout and pleasedly said, “Good, you will be my bravest knights in the future. Each of you receives Fifty Gold Coins!”
Upon hearing this, the twenty-odd people who had stood up cheered.
Fifty Gold Coins was a considerable sum for these young people.
What mattered most was that their bravery had been recognized by the young master, and their futures were promising.
Then Sack continued, “Now, I want to see your strength. Anyone who can defeat this guy will receive a hefty reward! Moreover, you will have the opportunity to beco my personal guard in the future!”
With that, he pointed to a dark-skinned young man following behind him.
As soon as he said this, everyone’s gaze turned in that direction.
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Leonard Churchill also looked over.
The young man looked unremarkable, dark-skinned, wiry, and appeared slightly malnourished, certainly not from a good background.
But his eyes were sharp; amid so many scrutinizing gazes, he showed no hint of fear, instead, his eyes sparkled with determination and dominance.
Most striking was the Slave Collar around the youth’s neck.
“A slave?”
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