Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

"This is way too much of a cheat." Just before Roy landed, the hood fluttered in the wind, and the blonde girl, whose hair was flying like a waterfall, thought to herself with a wry smile.

Although she had indeed seriously demanded that Roy respect their match and absolutely not hold back, she never imagined that the difference in their abilities would be so great that the outcome would be decided in a single move.

If possible, she would like to hold back a little, at least for a hundred rounds, to enjoy the match with Roy, since he was like a prince charming who had fallen from the sky.

But who would have thought that this "blue" prince who appeared out of nowhere had no intention of wasting time together?

"Hoo—" With a long exhale, Viviana released the force from her arm at the last moment.

It's not so bad to be defeated by such an epic move. Every future legend needs someone to set them off, right?

With that thought in mind, she closed her eyes.

"That was...that was an attack like a comet hitting Terra! It seems the battle is over! Let's congratulate them..."

"Wait." Charne's voice interrupted Mob's commentary. Following his gaze, in the very center of the stage, Roy, who had descended from the sky, had a broken blade in his hand, and the longbow on his back remained unstrung. On the other hand, Viviana, who was kneeling on one knee and almost touching him, had a rapier in her hand that, although fallen to the ground, was still intact. It seemed that if she wanted to, she could immediately pick up the sword and hold it to Roy's neck, who was so close at hand.

The weapon is broken?

Big Mouth Mob was stunned for a moment; the situation seemed to have taken a surprising turn. He immediately shouted:

"Wait, Knight Roy! Knight Roy's weapon is shattered! The Independent Knight's sword clearly wasn't purchased from Howling Industries. A weapon that hasn't passed the twenty-four professional forging tests of Kazimir has caused such a huge blunder at this crucial moment. Will the Candle Knight seize this opportunity to retaliate? The Candle Knight picked up the sword from the ground. The Candle Knight is about to retaliate!?"

Viviana stared blankly at Roy in front of her, her bewildered eyes seeming to ask, "Little brother, what's wrong with you?"

But when she met Roy's smiling eyes, she suddenly understood his intention.

The last knight Roy defeated directly as a novice knight was Rusty Copper Olmer Ingra. His crushing defeat has faded into obscurity along with him. And she, Viviana, singled out by the spokesperson and Rebirth Pharmaceuticals to defeat Roy, has now suffered a crushing defeat and is even contemplating giving up. How will this affect her future?

Roy is still thinking about himself!

Under Viviana's gaze, filled with complex emotions, Roy slowly turned his head to look at the shattered blade in his hand and the faint light seeping from the crack, and loudly praised:

"As expected of a titled Grand Knight, no one can stop my Fallen Angel attack, yet you managed to seize a sliver of hope in the face of death and find another way to break the deadlock. Indeed, with my weapon destroyed, how can I cast spells again with my bare hands, and how can I resist your magic? I have learned a lot."

Viviana gave him a deeply moved look, and then, to Roy's astonishment, she reached out and handed him the rapier, slowly helping him to his feet.

"It's nothing but a trick, Lord Roy."

She smiled, picked up the broken candlestick that had fallen to the ground, and said:

"I've never been good with a sword. In fact, I should be the one whose weapon was shattered first."

As she spoke, as if she had made up her mind, she took Roy's hand, intertwined their fingers, raised her hands high, turned around, looked up at the commentary platform above, and said:

"Commentator, please announce the winner."

"I have lost my magic, and in hand-to-hand combat alone, I am no match for Lord Roy. He should be the victor!"

Mob turned around upon hearing this and glanced at Charne behind him. Charne, the spokesperson, had a smile on his face, and this time, Mob was certain that the smile was absolutely genuine.

“Announce it,” he nodded. “Do as Miss Candle Knight says.”

Through the glass window, he looked at the two people standing hand in hand amidst the cheers, and muttered to himself:

"Knowing when to advance and retreat, understanding the situation, and acting with discretion—is he truly the man who creates miracles?"

"Wait a moment, please invite Lord Roy to my lounge. I have important matters to discuss with him."

P.S.: I'm so angry! How could they ban posts for a month?!

Upon seeing this news, I went straight to eat while I was typing. I devoured three large bowls of food, still seething with anger.

Why do I always encounter these unfortunate events when writing books?

Also, writing book reviews on the cover of the magazine for a month is still a bit tough. I'm thinking of creating a book club group so we can get through this difficult time together.

If you're interested, please cast your vote to let me know how many people are willing to participate. If there are many votes, I'll create a group; otherwise, I won't. Managing a group is a bit of a hassle.

Volume 1: Chapter 26 Here's a mission for you: Stop Qingjin

Cavalellaki, Meteor Arena, Spokesperson's Lounge.

Roy handed the longbow on his back, along with the broken sword with only the hilt remaining, to the guard at the door, then pushed open the door and entered the lounge.

The spokesperson, Ciarne, sat on the sofa with his back to him. On the table were two wine glasses, a bottle of red wine, and an open mobile terminal. The fluorescent screen displayed a photo of Roy and Viviana raising their arms together to declare victory.

Hearing the door open, Charnet's ears twitched. He picked up his wine glass, crossed his legs, and greeted the doorman:

"Lord Roy has arrived. Please have a seat."

Roy didn't stand on ceremony, simply walking over and sitting opposite Charnet. He also crossed his legs, poured himself a glass of red wine, and gestured to Charnet. Charnet smiled knowingly, and their glasses clinked together lightly.

"I wonder what business it is of yours, Your Excellency, that you summoned me here?"

Roy held his wine glass, watching Charn take a sip of his drink, but didn't touch it himself.

He'd seen the plot before; this old guy had a criminal record, who knew if there was anything poisoned in that cup. Roy knew his current standing in the Business Federation; he figured if he provoked them any further, they'd send the Unarmored Alliance to assassinate him. He didn't want to be given a cup of poisoned wine and "pay homage" to death before even losing the competition.

Seeing that Roy didn't say anything, Charnet could only shrug helplessly. He wasn't too surprised that Roy was wary of him in such small matters. After all, based on the intelligence he had gathered about Roy's actions, he had always been like this: extremely high-profile in his style, but cautious in his personality.

Instead of immediately answering Roy's question, Charne coughed lightly, tossing the question back to Roy: "Before that, Lord Roy, I'd like to know, what are your specific feelings about defeating the Candle Knight?"

"Excited, I was extremely excited."

Roy answered in a manner reminiscent of a classic crime suspect in a television interview, pausing only after seeing Charne's "Am I overthinking this?" look before replying with a smile:

"I actually lost the fight. My sword was broken. Only Lord Candle Knight saw me jumping around and it was quite a struggle for him. He didn't use his sword to hit my kidneys. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had a chance to win."

Charnée then regained his relieved expression. Roy's acting was really quite realistic. If the scene were different, he could probably perform the "deep regret technique" on the spot.

This kid is a genius at playing dumb.

Silently complaining to himself, Charne waved his hand, about to speak, when Roy interrupted him:

"Oh, if you're trying to recommend your company's products to me, I have plenty of tools, I don't need tutoring, I don't need insurance, and I don't plan to invest. If you really want to sell me something, just give me money."

Charlene was silent for a long time after Roy's words, and then asked with concern, "...Were there a lot of people trying to sell to you just now?"

Roy retorted, "I finished my match two hours ago and only just got to your lounge, which is less than a few hundred meters away. What do you think?"

“I deeply sympathize.” Charne nodded with his eyes closed at Roy, adopting a solemn expression of mourning. Then, snapping out of his reverie, he quickly interrupted Roy to prevent him from veer off-topic, saying, “Lord Roy, you’re still just a novice knight, yet you’ve already defeated a single-word titled Grand Knight like the Candle Knight. Your future is undoubtedly bright. But strangely, when I retrieved your file from the Knights’ Guild, I found absolutely no information about your past. Could you please explain why?”

Charnet's gaze sharpened. The Business Federation had already discussed Roy's identity; according to the speculations of the top directors, Roy was likely from a certain warring knightly order, which explained his exceptional skills yet lack of notoriety. But Charnet didn't entirely agree.

As a spokesperson, he had dealt with many factions in Kazimierz. As far as he knew, there were bounty hunter organizations roaming the Kazimierz countryside, forest ranger organizations struggling in the forests of the Ursus-occupied Kazimierz, and even some ranger groups that had basically disappeared in this day and age. They all had hidden masters.

The inability to find a resume is not a big deal in Kazimierz. There are plenty of people in Kazimierz whose backgrounds cannot be found. More than half of the infected wandering in Plot 0 are undocumented. Unless you infiltrate the infected community, you probably won't know anything about their lives, let alone whether they are male or female.

While it may not be as extreme as the Great Yan in the Far East, where even porters and tavern owners could be heroes who stir up trouble in the martial arts world, it would be too hasty to characterize Roy based on just these two points.

He has great value, and his value is worth exploring further.

Charné saw the value in this, so he invited Roy to his lounge.

Meeting Charne's sharp, curious gaze, Roy raised an eyebrow, pondered for a moment, then tilted his head back, smiling proudly as he said:

“We are all just mayflies on this earth, why be so fixated on pursuing each other’s empty past? If you insist on exploring the identity this earth once bestowed upon me, then I can only answer you in this way: I have been a member of the Business Federation for a long time, I have even become a member of the Business Federation.”

Roy wasn’t joking. Although the company hadn’t officially opened yet, the staff was undecided, the venue hadn’t been rented, and the boss was nowhere to be seen, their Dayuanshi Cloud Hand Sanitizer Group was thriving!

Now it was Charné's turn to be stunned. Disgusted.

He had thought it all through, but he never expected Roy to give such an answer.

His magic is unique, allowing him to leap into the air and travel thousands of miles in an instant; Charnet guesses he might be a member of the Silver Spear Pegasus. He's recently been in frequent contact with the Nearl family and has even fought with Marna; Charnet suspects he might have some connection to the Ranger Legion of the Dark Knights. He's cautious and tactful in his dealings with others, yet gives off a somewhat frivolous and unruly impression; Charnet guesses he might have also been a bounty hunter.

But to his utter surprise, Roy gave him the most unbelievable answer.

Did you vote for the Business Federation?

How come I didn't know? Aren't I the spokesperson? What about me? Nobody told me? Did I become a stand-in? Tell me...

In an instant, countless questions flooded his mind. Charne even felt a pang of regret; he should have kept his question in the dark. If he hadn't asked, he could have at least made a guess. Now, his mind was filled with Roy's riddle.

After a long pause, his mind still a jumbled mess, without a clue, Charnet finally asked, "Whom do you pledge allegiance to?"

Roy smiled but didn't answer, instead asking, "Is this something that can be said?"

I can't say. (Stand)

Charn knew, of course, that he shouldn't have asked. He wouldn't normally do such a thing, but Roy's words seemed to possess a kind of magic, as if the earth itself was whispering in his mind, making him desperately want to find the answer.

Biting his lip, forcibly suppressing his uncontrollable thoughts, Charnet downed the glass of red wine in one gulp and said, "I was presumptuous."

He paused, then said, "However, since that's the case, we are not adversaries. I hope we can reach a cooperation agreement, what do you say?"

"Oh?" There's work to do? The mention of this instantly banished Roy's sleepiness. He straightened his posture and said, "I don't work for free."

“I owe you a favor,” Charnet said. 8

With powerful backers, Roy became much bolder in his pricing and increased his offers.

Roy pondered for a moment, then nodded. The Blood Knight was at the height of his power, aiming for the championship of the 23rd Knights' Special Tournament, and as his supporter, Charne's power was currently at its peak. His favor wasn't cheap, and this price wasn't low.

Moreover, Roy wasn't just interested in Charnet's offer, but also in the system's offer. (iv)

He asked, "What kind of cooperation?"

Charne narrowed his eyes and said seriously, "Protect the Blood Knight, Dikeopolis, for me. He might be assassinated tonight."⑨

"By the Unarmored Alliance?" Roy chuckled. ②

Upon hearing Roy directly name the Unarmored Alliance, Charne's doubts dissipated considerably. He nodded and said:

"Tonight, the Meteor Arena will host a preliminary round that was postponed for some reason, and the Blood Knights will participate. After it ends, the Unarmored Alliance may launch an assassination attempt. Your mission is to stop them and ensure the Blood Knights get through the night safely."