Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Marner stared at Roy, his brow furrowed into a deep line. After a long silence, he took a deep breath and suddenly said, "I'll fight."

"See, Roy, I told you, Marna is the most annoying... Hmm? Huh? Ha?"

Zofia turned around abruptly, uttering three exclamations in quick succession to Marner's face, her incredulous gaze scrutinizing him as if she were examining whether the person before her was indeed Marner Nearl.

Is there something wrong with her ears? What did Marna just say?

"I'll hit her." Seemingly noticing Zofia's surprise, Marna repeated calmly.

Zofia's voice was ethereal, as if her soul had already departed: "What are you fighting?"

"Knight's Arena".

Zofia turned around, took Maria's small hand, and said, "Maria, you slapped me. I feel like I'm dreaming."

However, Maria wasn't in much better shape. Hearing Zofia's words, she was stunned for a moment, then, in a daze, slapped Zofia across the chest. A crisp "smack" echoed through Zofia's living room.

Roy and Marna, adhering to the principle of not looking at what is improper, averted their gaze. Zofia's eyes, however, instantly regained their clarity, her face visibly flushing red. Her brain seemed to evolve from the steam engine of the Industrial Revolution to a quantum computer, with immediate and noticeable effects!

She flicked Maria's forehead hard, threatening, "You little brat, just wait and see how I deal with you!" She then shooed her into the room. Turning back, she looked at Marna and asked seriously:

"Marna, are you serious? You finally admit it..."

Marner raised her hand, interrupting her, and said bluntly:

"It's just that I switched to a job that pays a little more, to supplement my family's income. There's nothing else to it."

Then, he paused, as if speaking to Roy, and said the second half of his sentence: "However, since it is work, I will naturally do my best to complete it, there is no doubt about that."

In terms of sheer strength in a head-to-head match, let alone the few big shots and small fry in the Special Major, there aren't many players in the entire Casimir region who can beat Marner.

He said that doing his best is the best reputation.

Since things had come to this point, Roy was naturally more than happy to go along with it, saying:

"Would you like to team up with me? I'm just missing a teammate for the duos competition."

Marna scoffed and replied, "What about salary and compensation?"

"Tell me your expectations?"

"The prize money will be split 30/70, with the Cavaliers sponsoring it for 20/80."

“We’ll split all the pay 50/50. Let’s make friends, and consider it all for Maria’s sake,” Roy laughed. “You don’t want Maria to never be able to come home, do you?”

Marner's brow relaxed slightly. After a moment's thought, he nodded: "Deal."

Uncle Kazimierz has officially debuted!

Volume 1: Chapter 52 Special Module: The Last Knight!

Kazimir, Grand Knight Commander Kavaleriaki, Knights Guild.

The receptionist gave the blond, black-clad middle-aged man a suspicious once-over, then pursed his lips in disappointment, shook his head, and looked at Roy beside him, hesitant to speak. Only after Roy nodded earnestly at him did he reluctantly pick up his pen and, as if on cue, begin his routine:

"Name?"

“Marna Linguang”.

"The Linguang family?" Upon hearing this surname, the receptionist looked up again, glancing at Marna in surprise. But upon seeing the dark circles under her eyes, which resembled smoky makeup, her initial interest vanished. "It seems that not all members of the Linguang family are like the Radiant Knights."

Marna's forehead veins throbbed, but fortunately, his composure, cultivated over more than a decade, kept him in check, and he did not show any dissatisfaction.

The receptionist then asked, "Have you ever served as a racing knight?"

Marna shook her head decisively: "No."

He has always looked down on the profession of competitive knighthood, and even though his views have changed somewhat recently, it's not directed at the "knights" themselves. He can respect those who bleed and sweat on the field, because they are earning their rewards through their efforts. But to think that they represent knighthood is a long shot; how could he possibly have participated in knightly competitions?

Moreover, he doesn't even qualify as a combat knight, let alone a gladiator knight. Strictly speaking, his former identity was that of a "wanderer," a free spirit who roamed the land, doing as he pleased, and upholding justice. The title of "Lightless Knight" is purely nominal, neither recognized by the Knights' Guild nor recorded by the Supervisory Council. Only those who are close to him still address him as such.

Marna had not seen those people for years, even decades.

Having no experience in esports... The receptionist hesitated as she wrote this on the team registration form, then turned her gaze back to Roy, but Roy nodded firmly.

The receptionist could only continue asking:

"If you are from the Nearl family, in what capacity are you teaming up with the Meteor Knights? Do you need me to register you as a Long Knight?"

He meant well. It was no secret in the community that the Lin Guang family lost their long riders after the Radiant Knights were exiled. The Knights Association had come to remind them more than once to register as long riders in time, otherwise they might be stripped of their knightly noble status. Although the person in charge of notifying them was not the receptionist, he had heard about it.

Since Marna is already here, we might as well take this opportunity to resolve this problem. After all, although he doesn't seem to be very strong in a fight, he's a nobleman, so even if he's not a good fighter, it's not a big deal; the Supervisory Council will naturally protect him. Even if he wins, he can't usurp the noble title, and no one would do something so thankless. Moreover, if he resolves this problem that the Knights' Guild can't handle, a promotion and raise will likely be within reach during the next performance review.

But to his surprise, Marner shook her head without hesitation and rejected his suggestion:

"I'm just earning a part-time job as a helper; there's no need to give me any other titles. I don't deserve them."

He no longer cared for those badges that had been corrupted and tarnished by money. He didn't consider them worthy of the honor, not because he couldn't bear the weight of it, but because such honor was no longer fitting for Marna.

The receptionist clearly couldn't understand Marna's logic. "You're already here. We've finally managed to resolve a long-standing problem that's been bothering the Knights' Guild. It won't do you any harm, so why refuse? Don't you want me promoted?"

He opened his mouth, intending to offer some advice, but was stopped by a hand. Roy shook his head slightly and said, "Just do as he says."

"But......."

“I’m sorry to have troubled you.” Roy took out a Kazimierz ruble from his pocket, intending to hand it to the receptionist, but the receptionist, who was usually quick to accept money, waved his hand this time and said, “It’s a matter of principle. Knightly noble families must have long riders. However, my daughter greatly admires the style of the Meteor Knight. If you could do me the honor of taking a photo with me and signing it, I would be so happy that I might forget about this for a moment, which is understandable.”

Roy was stunned. Good grief, he didn't want the money, but wanted an autographed photo?

Roy was naturally happy to oblige. Taking a photo and getting an autograph takes so much effort; who wouldn't do something for free?

I readily took a photo, signed my name in beautiful calligraphy, and added a message wishing the little girl a healthy growth. The receptionist happily accepted the photo and just as readily stamped the Knights Association's official seal on the team registration form.

As Roy walked out of the Knights Association, he stuffed the application form into Marna's pocket and whistled happily: "That's it! You can play with me tomorrow."

Marna glanced thoughtfully back at the gate of the Knights' Guild behind her and asked Roy, "You just gave him the photos like that? Aren't you afraid he'll sell them or give them to unscrupulous media outlets like the Wine Gazette to spread rumors about you?"

Roy shook his head, looking nonchalant: "I'm not afraid."

What rumors could a single photo spread, like claims of homosexuality? The only newspaper possibly capable of publishing such a report, the wine newspaper, is currently being monitored by his informants; he can rest easy. Furthermore, he doesn't believe the receptionist would be so naive as to submit the photo to the federation, after all:

"Do you know how much my autographed photo is worth now, Marner?"

"How many?"

"On the black market, a single group photo can fetch 10,000 rubles, but it's still impossible to find one. As for limited edition group photos with autographs and messages, none have been released yet. A conservative estimate would be 15,000 to 20,000 rubles?"

For once, Marna's eyes widened in surprise, looking utterly incredulous. "A photograph can sell for this much?!" she exclaimed.

Roy chuckled sarcastically, "So what? The Candle Knight's are even more expensive. People are willing to pay hundreds of thousands for a photo opportunity, let alone a blessing. The influence of celebrities and brands is terrifying. To exaggerate a bit, even a piece of ice cream can be used as an assassin!"

If the receptionist wasn't insane, she would either genuinely keep it as a keepsake for her daughter or sell it on the black market; there was no way she would hand it over.

“I suddenly don’t want to play anymore. Just give me five hundred autographed photos, and I’ll settle the payment,” Marna said, somewhat amused and exasperated.

Roy shook his head: "Not necessarily. When a loaf of bread can sell for five million, it's not always a good thing. The Business Federation is now launching a doubles tournament and has secretly ordered all knights not to team up with me. Isn't that already targeting me?"

"Just a bunch of corrupt businessmen," Marna said indifferently. If he wanted, he could even storm into the headquarters of the Business Federation and kill them all with a single blow.

But what happens after they're gone? New people will always take their place, and the cycle will repeat itself. Killing them is pointless.

Roy has the strength to rival him, so why should he care about these things?

He turned his head to look at Roy, only to find Roy deep in thought, seemingly lost in his own world.

In fact, Roy was settling his phase mission.

[Major Mission: Embark on the 23rd Kazimierz Knights' Tournament Special!]

[Note: This is a large-scale mission, unlocked in stages. Each stage has its own tasks, side quests, unexpected encounters, and individual rewards. After completing all stages, the large-scale mission rewards will be unlocked based on the overall completion rate. Please do your best!]

[Note: During large-scale missions, the module system will open a limited module pool. Completing tasks within the large-scale mission will unlock limited special modules!]

[Mission Introduction: From the birth of the first knight in Kazimierz, to the era of heroes gathering in knighthood, and now to the arena battles between knights, knights have embodied unique meanings in each era. So, tell this land your answer: What kind of knight are you?]

[Ding! Stage 1: Breakthrough, Points Race! (Completed)]

[Ding! Branch Quest 1: Achieve the highest score in the points race (Completed).]

[Ding! Unexpected Mission: ① Olmer Ingra's Obsession (Unlocked, failed to complete)]

[Settling module rewards...]

[Host has been detected to possess the special class "Lone Rider," module upgrade in progress...]

[Congratulations, host, for unlocking the special growth module: The Last Knight]

Volume 1: Chapter 53 Facing the Tide, the Knight Leaps Forward

[Congratulations, host, for unlocking the special growth module: The Last Knight]

The moment the system notification sounded, a completely different image of the module's source appeared—one that was entirely different from the previous ones. A wave of intense dizziness surged through Roy's brain, as if a heavy hammer had struck his forehead. In a daze, his consciousness seemed to leave his body, and his vision was no longer filled with the bustling streets of Kazimierz and the black-clad, masked Marna, but with a vast, boundless ocean with surging waves.

The salty, fishy sea breeze rushed into Roy's lungs through his nostrils, almost making him cough. The surging tide soaked Roy's clothes, staining them with an eerie, dark blue hue. Barely managing to open his eyes from the dizziness, a giant wave crashed towards Roy, overwhelming everything and almost blocking any possible escape route.

There was no time to react; in the blink of an eye, the wave was upon them! Seeing himself about to be swept into the deep sea, Roy almost reflexively prepared to throw a punch. However, before he could even gather his strength, a flash of cold light appeared, and the giant wave before him was suddenly cleaved in two!

A shadow instantly enveloped his body. Roy looked up, and his pupils reflected the knight's heroic leap!

The deep blue full-body armor, which didn't even reveal a slit in his face, exuded a terrifying aura that rejected everything. He held a huge lance high in his hand, and his beloved horse, which had undergone a qualitative change, was on his back. The last knight pierced through the giant wave and charged towards the behemoth hidden behind the waves!

At that moment, the sun was setting, and Terra was bathed in its golden light. At that moment, the tide surged, and the last knight charged forward without hesitation. At that moment, like a close-up of the most epic moment in a movie, Roy was surrounded by silence, the entire ocean was silent, the world was silent, as if everyone was holding their breath, anticipating this final showdown!

The next second, the knight's lance crashed into another wave that was rising vertically. Roy's view was also blocked by the wall of water, and the whole world remained silent.

Only Roy suddenly heard a distant call in his ear: