The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 630 - 4: Fifth Squad, Part 2

Is Jones closer to Erwin than Jones is to Yilin?

Of course not. So, this equipnt is undoubtedly for Yilin, not Erwin. It’s just put in different words.

After a pause, Yilin continued: "Soone will co this afternoon, he’ll be responsible for assisting you in forming and training the Fifth Squad."

"Who will it be? Will it be soone I know?" Erwin asked.

"I don’t know, maybe it’s not even a person." Yilin smiled.

Anyway, a turning point in Erwin’s fate seed to have arrived suddenly.

After Yilin left, Erwin excitedly started handling his set of armor. The new recruits in the camp gathered around to watch.

"Wow! Is this magic equipnt? So cool! It’s the first ti I’ve seen it!"

"How do you use this thing?"

"I heard there are commands, shout the command and it’ll trigger the magic inside."

"What are the commands then?"

"Uh... I don’t know." Erwin frowned: "Do I have to figure out the commands on my own?"

"I know the commands." Huoersi, standing nearby, suddenly chid in.

All at once, all eyes moved away from armored Erwin and towards Huoersi.

However, Huoersi pressed his lips and said, "But, I can’t tell you. You can’t use it yet, you have to wait for the person who is coming to assist this afternoon."

"Why?" Erwin asked.

"Because magical equipnt has a limited number of uses, after it’s used up, it must be sent back to be re-infused with magic, or replaced with magic stones. Each use is very precious."

"Hmm..." The onlookers of new recruits were visibly disappointed.

"But I can show you mine." Huoersi drew the long sword from his waist and pointed at a scarecrow used for cavalry charge practice in the distance: "See that?"

All the soldiers turned to look at the scarecrow.

"Wind Blade!" Huoersi shouted, swinging his sword heavily. Instantly, a wind blade shot out from the tip of the sword, slicing through nearly fifty ters, cutting the scarecrow in half.

"Wow—!" The observing soldiers were all stunned and cheered one by one.

"That’s amazing!"

"Just like a mage!"

"How can we get magical equipnt?"

Erwin was also amazed.

Brandishing his sword, Huoersi said: "This one of mine is an old model. It can be used a total of three tis, and this last use was just the end of it. But I just received a new model of magic sword. Hahaha. You all can get one too, the path is simple. If you are excellent enough to beco an important officer, or join Miss Yilin’s guard knights, then you can get one. Of course, joining Erwin’s Silver Moon Knight Fifth Squad can also get one, and even better."

Suddenly, the recruits looked at Erwin with much more eagerness.

Of course, the most excited of all was Erwin, who couldn’t wait to start work. But he still had to wait for the assisting person to arrive.

"Did the assisting person say what ti he’d arrive this afternoon?"

"No, he didn’t say. But he said he’d arrive in the afternoon for sure. I an, probably."

"Is he coming to the camp, or the castle? Or sowhere else? I want to go ahead and wait for him."

"I don’t know, it wasn’t said. Just that he would be arriving."

Alright, unable to learn anything, the anxious Erwin was left helpless.

Thinking it over, he decided to put on his armor and wait at the entrance of the White City’s main road. Because "arriving in the afternoon" sounded like he’d most likely arrive at the White City.

Hmm, it sounds silly, but you should understand the heart of an ordinary knight suddenly experiencing the extraordinary, he’d do anything, even for just one more minute, or even one more second, to see the other person.

Thus, by the bridge on the White City outskirts, stood a knight in lavish armor. He practiced over and over what he’d say and how he’d salute upon their first eting.

"Hello, nice to et you, my na is Alvin Schmidt, you can call Erwin."

"Hello, please call Erwin."

"Hello, thank the Holy Light we et, my na is Erwin."

"Hello, I’m the new captain of the Silver Moon Knight Fifth Squad, Erwin!"

From saluting on the ground to saluting on horseback, Erwin practiced repeatedly, even taking out a notebook to seriously jot down notes.

This fuss drew more spectators than people entering the city.

"Mom, what’s that big brother doing?" a child pointed at Erwin and asked.

His mom answered: "Mom doesn’t know either, maybe it’s a new play being rehearsed. But the armor sure looks pretty."

They waited and waited until the sun went down, and still, the person hadn’t shown up. Erwin hadn’t even had lunch, his stomach growled with hunger.

During this ti, he’d wandered back and forth between the camp and the castle twice, making sure the person wasn’t elsewhere before continuing to wait at the bridgehead.

The crowd watching Erwin dispersed, leaving him alone at the bridgehead, sitting and throwing stones into the river, constantly repeating his preplanned lines: "Hello, my na is Erwin... I’m the captain of the Silver Moon Knight Fifth Squad, just appointed, please advise..."

Glancing at the last ray of sunlight in the west, he muttered softly to himself: "Did sothing happen on the way, so they can’t co? Or... did they forget? Surely not, right?"

Staring at the sparkling river surface, Erwin fell silent.

Taking another look at the west, Erwin simply lay down on the grass in his armor, closing his eyes and mumbling again: "Hello, I am Erwin."

"Hello, I am Simon." A voice echoed in his mind.

"Simon... which Simon? Simon... Simon, Simon!" Erwin was startled, quickly turning over to stand up.

Simon, wearing a white robe and hood, stood behind him.

What? You don’t know who Simon is?

Simon is the lich who destroyed Bruto Castle!

Gently pushing back his hood, Simon revealed his bald skull.

At this mont, it was evening, most people had already gone ho, and there was nearly no one by the bridge. The only exception, a child in the distance saw Simon’s bald skull and was so shocked his mouth hung open.

Stretching his neck, Erwin softly asked: "Are you... Simon?"

"Yes, I am Simon." Simon repeated once more.

"Slaughterer Simon? Is it Simon the Slaughterer?"

"Oh? You know ?"

"Of course, I was also there during the Battle of Salted Fish Port, I snuck out back then. And I rembered the na and title of every official mber of the Silver Moon Knight Order." Erwin quickly stood at attention, gave a heavy knock to his breastplate, and saluted.

"Uh... to be honest, I didn’t rember them. So many, it’s tiring. Who wants to rember a bunch of skeleton nas?" Simon laughed: "But no matter what, you rembering my title increases my fondness towards you. Very good, young one, you will benefit from it."

"Were you sent to help form the Fifth Squad?" Erwin asked.

"Yes, it’s . To be precise, Jones wants to form the Fifth Squad, he’s willing to provide all the equipnt, but it needs Richie’s approval, plus, he’s very short on people, can’t spare extra manpower. So, they discussed, Jones provides the equipnt, Richie provides . So, here I am. Of course, the main reason is that the north is just too boring. Daily standoffs, but no battles ever start."

"So... where do we start?"

"Uh... you’re asking ? I wanted to ask you. I thought you’d have a full plan ready for . What, you didn’t prepare one?"

At this mont, both stared at each other blankly, both stunned.