Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Natasha, who was about to argue, paused upon hearing this, pouted, and lowered her head in shame. Meanwhile, Brutus took a deep breath, shut his mouth, and cast a questioning glance at Mikhail, clearly wanting him to make the final decision.

This scene surprised Roy, who raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Mikhail.

The staff officer who came out to greet him seemed to hold a high position within the three-man forest ranger group.

Natasha was clearly a Margaret-like girl, straightforward and decisive, with unwavering convictions (and a stubborn temperament). Even when Mikhail yelled at her, she surprisingly yielded. As for Brutus, according to Mikhail, he was Natasha's adoptive father, a very experienced forest ranger, who would also seek Mikhail's advice in such situations.

Speaking of which, Roy did indeed forget to ask which faction Mikhail represented among the forest rangers.

Not a war orphan, nor a retired soldier, what supports Mikhail's high reputation?

Roy decided to leave this question aside for now and ask Anna, Balot, or Anbennar later. He looked at the two people in the staff who seemed slightly puzzled after Mikhail's introduction.

"This is Roy, the Knight of the End, the champion of the 23rd Knights Tournament. He and his companions rescued two forest rangers who were attacked by Ursus while traveling in the wilderness, and helped them contact the rescue team. After we explained the situation, he said he was willing to help us, and Anbenal brought him back to camp."

"You rescued two forest rangers?" Natasha asked excitedly, "Which two?"

Roy answered truthfully, "There is one Elafia named Anna, and another Kuranta named Balot."

“Barlot, she’s still alive, that’s wonderful.” Natasha breathed a long sigh of relief. “When she went missing, I was thinking about how I would explain to her parents after I died. She was so young.”

A rare smile appeared on her tense face. Although she looked tired and bitter, she still tried her best to extend a warm invitation:

"If you don't have anything else to do later, please come to my camp. I need to thank you properly; you saved my family."

“Natasha, is this the time for a banquet?” Brutus retorted, making the atmosphere tense again. “Mikhail said Mr. Roy is here to help us. A gladiator knight? Ha, how much skill do you have? The Ursus people aren’t just all show and no substance on the field. If you don’t have the ability, you should pack up and go home. Don’t get involved in this kind of thing!”

"Of course, I will remember your merit in saving the two forest rangers. I will arrange for two people to escort you and ensure your safe passage through the wilderness back to the Great Knight's Territory. What do you say?"

Roy's eyes flickered, and he made up his mind.

Miss Natasha is loyal and devoted to her family, showing great enthusiasm towards him for saving Anna and Balot. Mr. Brutus, on the other hand, prioritizes strength and, being a former knight of the field, is less friendly towards Natasha, a mere gladiator. This aligns with their initial character portrayals.

Having just arrived, I hadn't expected to be able to guess who the mole was right away. However, leaving was definitely not an option.

Let me show you a little something first.

“Mr. Brutus seems to doubt my abilities, so how about this…”

Roy, unperturbed, effortlessly assumed a martial arts starting stance and said:

"I'll just give you a small demonstration."

The [Chongyue] module has finished loading.

Is the staff room well-furnished?

P.S.: Last night I accidentally spilled a whole cup of hot water on my keyboard, and now it's completely ruined.

My new keyboard hasn't arrived yet, so I have to make do with my laptop keyboard for now, which is frustrating.

Volume 1: Chapter 138 Even flying flowers and plucked leaves can injure people!

"Thump thump thump! Boom!"

"Whether it's formed or not, whether it's intended or not, go back and practice some more!"

Outside the staff room, a passing forest ranger nudged the arm of the person next to him and curiously pointed to the tightly closed door of the staff room: "What the hell is going on in there?"

"How would I know? But since Staff Officer Mikhail is guarding the door, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

"That makes sense, let's go."

Watching the two forest rangers hurry away, a bead of sweat slowly slid down Mikhail's forehead, down his square face, and landed on the ground, just as a muffled thud came from behind him.

There's nothing wrong... really nothing wrong? There shouldn't be any problems, right?

Mikhail was also unsure of his own judgment.

Mikhail didn't object to Roy wanting to show off his skills. At any time, ability is the best proof of worth, especially for a former soldier like Brutus. Demonstrating strength is the quickest way to gain his approval. Besides, Mikhail was also curious about just how good Roy's "championship" really was.

Although the Grand Knights called Roy the "fastest, strongest, and most legendary" champion knight in history, Mikhail remained somewhat skeptical. In his view, the prestige of this year's Knights' Tournament was clearly insufficient. There was neither a three-generation reigning Black Knight nor a newly crowned champion, the Radiant Knight. It was just a few so-called "champion seeds" competing against each other. By Mikhail's standards, apart from the Blood Knight who seemed somewhat worthy of being a champion, most of the rest were not up to par.

The Left-Handed Knight is all bark and no bite; he has the strength but no mentality to challenge for the championship. The Candle Knight's ambitions are impure; what has supported her to stand on the arena has never been the desire for the championship. As for this newly promoted Eternal Knight, he has been given far too little time to observe him, and his championship win has been too swift. It's almost like a pre-arranged dark horse comeback drama. Mikhail is not optimistic about him.

However, at this critical moment, it is already rare that someone is willing to lend a helping hand to the forest ranger, and he has no choice but to accept it. Everyone is at ease knowing that Roy can show some of his true colors.

but.....

"A thousand moves and a hundred techniques are contained in a single breath!"

"Bang! Ouch!"

That scream... it's hard to imagine what happened inside.

Mikhail's brow twitched. That scream was clearly from Brutus. That was Brutus! The Brutus who was known for enduring interrogations by Ursus interrogators without uttering a sound! How could he make such a pitiful sound? Lord Roy, what on earth were you doing in there?

He silently placed his hand on the handle, deciding that if another wail came from inside, he would immediately push open the door and stop the fight.

Meanwhile, the competition inside the gate had entered a fierce stage.

Contestants Roy and Brutus were now fighting fiercely, while Natasha, who was supposed to be the referee, was now cowering in a corner, looking terrified and trembling as if she had witnessed something cruel.

Brutus, who had just let out a scream, was flushed red, clearly completely out of control. Strangely, however, he had no obvious wounds; his face was unblemished, and his clothes were spotless, without a trace of tear or dust—he didn't look like he'd just been in a fight. On the other hand, Roy, who seemed to have gained the upper hand, had red-rimmed eyes and sincerely suggested:

"Um, Chief of Staff Brutus, how about we stop fighting? If we keep going like this, I'm afraid you..."

Roy's gaze swept over Brutus, lingering particularly on his feet and knees. Those two glances sent a shiver down Brutus's spine, nearly causing him to lose his balance. He raised his voice and retorted loudly:

"No way! I won't accept this! Let's try again!"

Without waiting for Roy's response, he lowered his waist, assumed a standard charging stance as a knight, and charged towards Roy with his wooden club in hand. Helpless, Roy could only sigh, raise his hand, and pick up three war pieces from the table. Light flowed in his hand, and the war pieces were instantly imbued with a divine aura.

The [Chongyue] module is installed, and its first effect is activated: [Furniture City War God!]

The enhanced wargaming pieces seemed to transform into finely forged throwing knives and daggers. They lingered briefly in Roy's hand before being hurled again, heading straight for Brutus. Brutus, caught in the midst of his charge, flashed a hint of disdain. These wargaming pieces were nothing more than wooden trinkets; they couldn't possibly hinder the momentum of a charging knight like himself, nor could they even force him to pause and raise his hand in defense. Just getting close to him would result in being swept away by the air currents emanating from him. Roy's attempt to distract him with such things was a gross underestimation of him.

He neither dodged nor avoided, but even accelerated a bit, his face filled with absolute confidence, and charged headlong into the three pieces. But the next second, he felt an immense sense of crisis envelop him.

At point right before his eyes, the wooden staff he held, serving as a spear, struck the first pawn. But instead of bouncing off, the pawn seemed possessed by divine power, unstoppable, crashing into the staff and causing it to snap back, sending splinters of wood flying. Before Brutus could react, the second pawn followed, striking the first at the exact same point. The immense force traveled through the staff to Brutus's arm, causing a sharp pain in his hand, and the staff, which had no handle, slipped from his grasp. The pain jolted Brutus back to reality, but the third pawn was already upon him, aimed at his palm.

A chill ran down his spine. The trajectory of the wargaming piece was clearly visible to him, but he had no time to back down or dodge. Based on the power of the two wargaming pieces he had just used—one breaking a stick and the other being knocked away—Brutus had no doubt that if this wargaming piece hit him, it would definitely leave a gaping hole in his body.

However, at that moment, a hand appeared out of thin air with an almost imperceptible speed, and with a light flick of its finger, the wargame's trajectory changed instantly, rushing towards the ceiling.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the wargame shattered, leaving only a clearly defined hole in the ceiling.

It's time to strengthen the materials.

Roy understood perfectly, but his expression remained unchanged. He put his hands behind his back, turned around, looked in Brutus's direction, and gave him a detached look that only a reclusive master could understand. He said calmly:

"A knight does not die unarmed. Of course, I prefer a more poetic way of saying it: even a falling flower or a plucked leaf can be deadly!"

Brutus looked up, staring blankly at the hole in the ceiling. After a long while, he lowered his head, feeling both admiration and a touch of confusion.

"Knight Heng, with your strength, why do you participate in those arena knight competitions? You could easily have a place in the Conqueror's Order, or even become the leader of an order!"

Roy shook his head, explaining with a hint of amusement:

"The greatest hermit lives in the city."

"If it's not the right time, I won't need to take action. But if the time is right, isn't it perfectly time for me to arrive?"

Volume 1: Chapter 139 A Feast is Hosted to Welcome Guests!

"Given that Lord Roy's strength far exceeds the imagination of some of us."

Mikhail glanced subtly at Brutus behind him. The old knight, caught off guard, showed a flicker of embarrassment. Thin-skinned as he was, he could only lower his head, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, meekly offering his explanation:

"I didn't expect... he's a gladiator knight... Oh well, once this mess is sorted out, I'll personally come to the Grand Knight's Domain to invite you for a drink. To be honest, I do have some influence among the war knights."

Speaking of his glorious past, Brutus's somewhat wounded pride finally regained some luster. He beckoned to Roy with a hint of mystery and whispered in his ear:

"Since you're the champion of this year's Special Championship, you must have met her before, right? Grand Knight Russell, one of the retired Silver Lance Pegasus. I know her quite well, and I'll introduce you to her. With your skills, you'll definitely be able to perform even better in the Knights' team!"

Roy paused for a moment, then nodded somewhat awkwardly: "Um..."

Grand Knight Russell, are you talking about the guy who got a month's worth of newspapers from Marna, who also took the entire Supervisory Council building with him, who didn't even attend the awards ceremony, and who announced on the spot that all my prize money would be confiscated when the champion's portrait was hung up?

If that's the case, then please don't introduce her to me. Let alone having a pleasant conversation with her, if we don't end up fighting while sitting together, then it would be a testament to Sir Russell's great self-restraint.

Roy still remembered the look of triumph on her face when she gave a public speech on television, announcing that "the illegal techniques of the Heng Knights caused a city-wide power outage in the Grand Knight Commander's territory, and they must be severely punished." Although Roy knew that once he realized what had happened, the connection between the Unarmored Alliance and himself would be discovered, and that it would only be a fine of some bonuses, without touching his assets, which was basically a way to save face and there would be no real punishment, he still subconsciously didn't want to have any face-to-face contact with the Grand Knight Commander.

How should I put it? It's like having done something wrong and being afraid of seeing the police.

Perhaps noticing that Roy's smile was somewhat forced, Brutus immediately realized his mistake.

How could I introduce Roy to the Grand Knight? Roy has made it clear that he lives the life of a hermit. If he wanted to join the army, he could have submitted his application to Russell during the Major. Why would he need my introduction?

He slapped his forehead: "Look at my brain! Oh well, I'll keep Lord Roy's secret safe. Speaking of which, I know someone similar to you. He also lives in the Grand Knight Territory, and despite his great skills, he refuses to become a war knight. Are all people like you like that?"

Roy's eyelids twitched: "The person you're talking about isn't some unmarried blonde working adult with two kids, is he?"

"Hiss—it really is! You know Marner?"

I know him very well!

Roy thought to himself, "It seems Terra is a circle. I've traveled thousands of miles away from the Great Knights' territory and gone around in circles, only to end up with an old acquaintance of an old acquaintance."

However, given this connection, things will be much easier in the future. All Roy needs to do is give Marna a letter of divorce... no, a letter of divorce, and he'll naturally get information about Brutus's past from the second-in-command of Uncle Casimir's group. That will make it easier to investigate the mole.

Roy nodded emphatically, grasped Brutus's hand with a look of relief and regret that they hadn't met sooner, and said with emotion:

"Of course! Marna and I are very close friends. During his most difficult time, I even helped him find a job renovating his own house!"

Of course, I was the one who broke it.