"That tal Series witchcraft just now is quite rare, isn’t it?"
"Does anyone know what kind of witchcraft this is?"
"I don’t know, but from its power, generally, a Third Level witchcraft’s defensive power would not be able to withstand Carl’s Instantaneous Slash."
For a mont, the onlookers whispered among themselves.
...
Carl, at this mont, was staring blankly at the hilt of his Dual-Handed Greatsword, letting out a wry smile.
"Lord Rein, I lost!"
Rein felt a slight fondness for his straightforward admission of defeat.
Just then, another young man in linen clothing, standing nearby, flushed as he stepped forward, as if he wanted to speak, but Carl stopped him with a hand.
"I believe what Lord Rein just said is true."
"With Lord Rein’s strength, defeating Greenwood with a single move is more than enough; there is absolutely no need to say such things to him."
Upon hearing Carl’s words, the young man seed to understand sothing, nodding slightly.
The logic is indeed simple. Even Carl, a formal disciple, was taken down in one strike; Greenwood is simply no match for the opponent. An elephant doesn’t need to, nor will it, shout at ants.
"Lord Rein, however, not everyone thinks like , especially Sir Lambert, my teacher’s first disciple." Carl, while leaving, paused and turned back to remind.
"Thank you." Rein nodded, indicating understanding.
...
While Rein was being challenged at the Dragon Knight Reserve camp, Olena, after receiving the ssage sent by Major General Tatia, hurriedly made her way to the Rein Mansion.
As Rein was not present, the short-statured Matteo greeted Olena.
Being well aware of the identity of the competent lady who had visited several tis before, Matteo naturally knew about her close working relationship with their Lord Rein.
"Lady Olena, Lord Rein, along with Lord Luther and Lord Halowin, went to the Dragon Knight Reserve camp early in the morning." The short-statured Matteo did not conceal from the hurried lady.
"Did Lord Rein ntion when he would return?" Olena asked with a hint of worry on her face.
Seeing Olena’s expression, Matteo imdiately realized that there might be sothing urgent. After thinking for a mont, he said, "Lord Rein didn’t ntion it, but he estimated it would be at least in the afternoon; however, he will definitely return for dinner."
"Oh? At dinner ti?"
"Yes, because Miss Lagaray is coming, Lord Rein will definitely return for dinner," Matteo added.
At this ti, Lagaray, who hadn’t yet gone to sleep, heard soone downstairs ntioning her na. She imdiately got up and peered outside from the second-floor window.
She saw the sowhat familiar short-statured Matteo speaking with a competent lady but found it a bit strange why Matteo brought up her na.
However, shortly after, she heard the words ’Olena’ and imdiately recalled that Rein had ntioned this person previously, seemingly his contact at the Sword Holders.
"Hmm, but this ssage of mine is rather important. I should inform Lord Rein as soon as possible. Hmm... I’ll head straight to the camp to find Lord Rein," Olena nodded.
Having just received news about the Secret Snake Sect, she felt it was crucial to inform Lord Rein at once.
As Olena departed the mansion and boarded the carriage once more, the driver began to slowly steer the carriage.
Suddenly, two figures in black robes swiftly approached Olena’s carriage from the side of the road, one from the front and the other from behind.
The black-robed figure at the front of the carriage swiftly leaped onto the empty co-driver’s seat, placing a short dagger at the driver’s back neck, forcing him to halt the carriage.
This puzzled Olena inside the carriage, wondering why the driver had stopped without her signaling.
"Creak~"
The carriage door opened, and a black-robed figure nimbly dashed in like a squirrel.
"Don’t be alard, Lady Olena, and refrain from shouting or resisting; otherwise, more holes might appear on your beautiful body," the black-robed figure said with a smile, brandishing a thin sword at Olena.
Olena’s body stiffened; her sense of her opponent’s aura hinted at a Great Knight level. At this distance, although she had a Sorcery Scroll in her arms, she dared not use it.
Being a Second Level Wizard Apprentice, even to retrieve and activate the scroll, within a ter’s distance, required ti.
She was certain she wouldn’t make it in ti if she attempted.
This realization drove Olena’s heart to the depths of despair.
Had this occurred in Mingster, she would have arranged for an escort, but here in the Imperial City, at her level, she had not yet reached the point for the Sword Holder Headquarters to assign an escort.
In her mind, she assud the safety of the Imperial City to be assured and naturally wouldn’t discuss escort arrangents with Rein.
At this mont, not far away, a young lady dressed in a noble huntsman’s outfit observed the scene with thoughtful eyes.
Apart from her outstanding appearance, her pair of shapely long legs were particularly eye-catching.
The noble maiden observing was none other than Cleya.
In fact, she had returned to the Imperial Royal Academy from ister a while ago.
But recently, as she was at a crucial stage of enhancing her strength, she had been in seclusion within the academy.
Now, due to the activation of her family bloodline, her strength had rapidly soared to the level of a Peak Knight.
In recent days, even within the Imperial Royal Academy, the incident of the ’Carver’ Harold being killed stirred quite a commotion.
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