People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"Very powerful spell, Miss Candle Knight."

The Blood Knight spoke, looking at the stunned Candle Knight. His painful expression was mixed with a bit of uncontrollable satisfaction.

"But unfortunately, you seem to have let down your guard against me because I didn't carry a staff with a spellcasting unit."

"Unfortunately, I am an infected person."

The Blood Knight raised his head proudly and issued his victory declaration:

"I am my own staff."

With a swing of his arm, thousands of sharp blades forged with blood flew towards the Candle Knight.

“Wonderful, amazing, perfect! Shocking twists and turns, victory by wit!”

"Even though the Candle Knight defended against thousands of weapons, he never expected that the strongest attack would come from the Blood Knight's body!"

"Let us congratulate Blood Knight Dikaiopolis for winning the 23rd Casimir Knight Competition Special Championship!"

Chapter 387: A freshly minted teacher, Ermengarde!

"Blood Knight wins the championship, calling on Casimir to add an infected knight system!"

"In the new era, the champion of the 23rd Casimir Knight Competition has been announced!"

"The National Council convened a special meeting overnight to discuss the feasibility of the infected knight system with the Knights Association and the Supervisory Council."

"Both generations of champions are infected? The champion is actually one person! Revealing the things that Dikaiopolis and the Linguang family had to say before."

Who wrote this report? The Blood Knights have a trade relationship with our family?

Mainna frowned, but found that he had asked a somewhat unnecessary question.

There was only one newspaper in all of Casimir that could come up with such an eye-catching headline as "Yeragond is actually a feathered serpent".

No, we can’t let them continue to spread rumors like this, we have to take strong measures!

Go to the Supervisory Committee now!

He looked up at Maria, who was spreading a lethal amount of jam on bread at the table, but she couldn't wait to know the result of yesterday's final. Unfortunately, Maria's parents were very strict, so she could only finish her breakfast honestly.

But even so, she still kept her eyes half closed, trying to use her good eyesight to get a glimpse of the contents of the newspaper in Maina's hand. But by chance, her sight met Maina's eyes when she raised her head.

Maria immediately lowered her head guiltily and stuffed the slice of bread in her hand into her mouth, then choked by the excessive sweetness of the jam.

Seeing this, Maenna could only sigh slightly, rolled up the newspaper, stood up, took his suit from the coat rack, and said as he put it on:

"Maria, I'm going to go out for a while. Just leave your dishes in the kitchen after breakfast. I'll be back to wash them."

Maria blinked and raised her hand ambitiously: "I can wash it myself!"

Who knew that Ma Enna was not moved at all, but her eyelids twitched several times in a row, and she stopped him:

"Save some money for plates for the family."

Maria lowered her head in disappointment when she heard this.

Maina believed that Maria must be disappointed that she could not help, rather than disappointed that fewer plates would be broken today.

Fortunately, Maria quickly perked up and looked curiously at Maina who had already started putting on her shoes:

"Uncle, where are you going? These days are your days off, right?"

"The Supervisory Committee." Marna didn't even raise her head. Maria wanted to ask more, but Marna stopped her mouth with one sentence, "I found a part-time job. It's all troublesome. It's better for a kid not to ask too much."

Maria pursed her lips and could only say, "Then can I go out later?"

Only then did Maena raise her head and look at Maria, who was acting coquettishly with her eyes wide open, and smacked her lips:

"Okay, but don't go near the Knight Arena."

"I know what you're thinking. Your favorite Candle Knight lost in last night's match. I don't know what's so interesting about such a playful fight that makes you so interested. You're just like Margaret."

"I'm going out, and I left the money on the entrance partition. Save some money."

After giving her instructions, Maena opened the door and walked out of the house. Maria's distant voice echoed behind her: "Okay!"

In fact, strictly speaking, he is not short of money now.

The Chamber of Commerce paid an advance payment, and the Supervisory Council also provided a lot of subsidies. The problem of [Long Cavalry] that had been plaguing the Linguang family was temporarily ignored with the tacit approval of the two major forces of Casimir.

The Knights' Association never called to urge him again, and the Linguang family quickly regained the treatment of the top knight nobles. In fact, due to changes in the external social environment and material conditions, the welfare benefits he can enjoy now are even more generous than when his father, Cyril Linguang, the war hero of Casimir, was still alive.

This has to be said to be a kind of irony. Mainna asked himself that his achievements were far inferior to those of his father who had protected the country several times from the invasion of Ursus. But this was the fact. Even if he showed an expression of great disgust and disdain, as long as he nodded slightly, huge sums of money and privileges would immediately pour in, almost overwhelming his head.

Looking back to half a month ago, he still had to humbly answer calls from his boss, being urged to submit plans and change the design. But what about now?

The boss called him last night and asked him humbly if he could give him a chance to include the name [Maenna Linguang] in the company's partners.

Haha…..hahahahaha!

It made Mainna so angry that she almost laughed out loud.

If it were someone else, they might have been completely confused by this sugar-coated bullet, but Mayenna was very clear-headed, so clear-headed that it was scary.

After all, he still read the Red Wine News, and he knew that even though everyone seemed to be trying to please him, even though his current status seemed to have reached the pinnacle that a [Knight] could reach, even higher than the Blood Knight who had finally won the championship, in the eyes of the capital, he and the Linguang Family were no different in essence from the Blood Knights, and they were still just pathetic playthings.

He also has to thank the Red Wine News for writing this report, which is indeed a newspaper that "digs out the truth and tells only the truth."

Helping him made him more determined to send Maria and Margaret to Kjerag.

Mainna's eyes were sharp as he walked towards the direction of the Supervisory Council. Just beside the street he was walking on, in the towering Shihuaiya-Victoria Hotel, a conversation was also taking place.

Flemont looked at the yarn ends in front of him that were almost tangled into a ball of wool. He squinted his eyes and carefully distinguished them for several minutes before he reached out and accurately twisted up the white thread that looked no different from other yarns.

One end of the thread was in Fremont's hand, while the other end was suspended in the air, as if it had disappeared into the void, with no end in sight.

Then he pulled it.

There was a vibration from the other side of the thread.

Flemont raised an eyebrow.

Does this mean "wait"?

Hey, little brat, do you dare to ask your ancestor to wait?

What if you don’t wait?

He increased his strength and pulled twice. The other side of the thread suddenly shook, which meant "It hurts, it hurts."

Flemont snorted softly. Do you know it hurts? If you know it hurts, why don't you come over quickly?

He loosened the thread and waited for a while, but to his surprise, there was only a signal of pain from the other side of the thread, and then there was no movement again.

Flemont also got angry. He simply stretched out his hands, grabbed the thread end, and pulled it hard as if it was tug-of-war!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

This time, a clear scream came from the other side of the thread.

"I'll be back, I'll be back right away!"

A few minutes later, Ermengarde covered the small black hole in his chest and opened the door of the hotel room in embarrassment.

"Where have you been?" Fremont asked calmly, sitting on the sofa and taking a sip of tea.

It would have been better if he didn't ask. As soon as he asked, Ermengarde immediately gave him a look that could not be more resentful.

Fremont's urging caused her to lose a lot, a lot, a lot!

"I'm playing the knight guessing game! I've won nine rounds! If I win one more round, I'll become a millionaire!"

The great prospect was already within sight, but because of Fremont's pull, she almost had her soul pulled out!

Liches are a race that cherishes their lives very much. She doesn't want to experience the feeling of almost ascending to heaven and meeting dead souls again. Therefore, even if there is a lot of money in front of her, Ermengarde can only reluctantly give up and return to the hotel.

And according to the damn rules, once the betting starts, she must play a full ten rounds. If she leaves early, she won't be able to take a penny with her.

My cosmetics, my skincare products, my little sweet water and the limited edition Kjerag camel blind box!

Flemont ignored her reproachful look and asked, "Still playing? Have you finished your graduation project?"

"No." Ermengarde pouted. "Didn't we agree that there would be two more years?"

Frémont smiled and said, "Can you finish it in two years?"

Ermengarde turned away guiltily and looked away: "Believe in the deadline, believe in miracles, believe in my future self."

"Haha, nonsense." Fremont waved his hands and didn't believe it at all.

Ermengarde rolled her eyes in frustration. "Chief, you called me back just to scold me? I'm really going to be angry!"

She went all in in the end. If she won the bet, she would get the money! Why would she worry about whether she finished her thesis or not?

Just spend a small amount of money and find a few hundred poor lich seniors to do it for you!

As for losing the bet? Impossible! She had won all nine rounds, how could she lose in the last round?

At worst, I can just do something quietly!

Fremont specifically called her back, and of course it wasn't just to scold her.

This is just an additional purpose.

His real purpose, of course, was to send Ermengarde, the lich graduate student chosen by her mentor, to work on his behalf!

"I have a task here. If you take it and complete it, then I will consider it your graduation project. Are you interested?"

Flemont said, in a bewitching tone.

Ermengarde blinked, and after a moment's reaction, her eyes immediately lit up:

"What mission? What type? Is it troublesome?"

"No trouble." Frémont shook his head, "Just go into the mountains to collect information about the Balrog."

"Hey, collecting information about the Balrog?" Ermengarde was stunned, raised his hand and pointed at himself, "Me?"

"Is there anyone else here?" Flemont crossed his arms and placed them on his chest. "To be honest, I also feel it's a bit difficult to choose you. But this responsibility really belongs to you."

"Why?" Ermengarde asked in confusion.

"Because you are the only student I have taught in these decades."

Fremont said.

In fact, there is more than one, but there are differences between students. We can't ask the Caprinis in the university to complete this task, right?

He also wanted to go by himself, but it was a bit too difficult to ask for the consent of the twin queens. The lich clan knew a lot of secrets of Leitania. Unless there was a special situation, he, as the clan leader, had to stay in Leitania and could not leave for a long time.

And Ermengarde is the only candidate.

If we look further out, it's not that there are no other liches who can take on this task, but those liches are not Fremont's students, or rather, they are not completely Fremont's students.

The Lich King's Court is different from other Sarkaz courts. Although Fremont is the lord of the court and the nominal person in charge, his words are not completely final.

Because of the special nature of the lich's fate knot, their lifespan can be extended to a level far beyond the limitations of the flesh. The lich clan has many old creatures who are secretly hiding in their own corners, doing their own academic research!

What would these people, who were more thirsty for knowledge than anyone else, do if they got word that Kjerag now had a Balrog to visit?

When the time comes, if I choose other liches to visit the Balrog, who knows if they will have some sparks with some old guy somewhere? Can I be sure that the signature on the written visit report is mine?

As the contemporary leader of a race that values ​​knowledge, he knows a lot about academic competition, which is no more benign than business wars and political struggles! Not to mention, it’s academic competition among the Sarkaz!

Therefore, there was no way. Even though his own apprentice looked unreliable, her advantage was that she was indeed unreliable - Fremont knew her inside and out, and she definitely had never been involved with those old guys, otherwise she would not be at her current level.

As for other questions, Fremont said that they were not important. Anyway, Kjerag's level of burning books and burying scholars was just the difference between dropping out of prenatal education and completing it compared to the Sarkaz. Ermengarde was not as good, but that was compared to the people in the Lich King's Court. To Kjerag, she was not a prophet, but she could be considered an intellectual.

Believe first!

Anyway, her life was still with him. The worst that could happen was that she would be beaten half to death in Shelagh, but she would still be alive.

Faced with Frémont's reason that was so irrefutable, Ermengarde could only open her mouth but could not say anything.

"Any other questions?" Fremont asked.

Ermengarde shook her head. "No."

Frémont: "What about this mission?"

Ermengarde's mouth curled up, and a smile of joy could not be suppressed on her face.

It was a kind of ecstasy from the bottom of my heart when I could finally slack off on my homework, finally completed my graduation project, and finally that annoying teacher would never appear again!