People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"A very powerful spell, Miss Candle Knight."

The Blood Knight spoke, glancing at the astonished Candle Knight, whose pained expression was mixed with a hint of barely suppressed satisfaction.

"But unfortunately, you seem to have let your guard down because I wasn't carrying a staff with a spellcasting unit."

Unfortunately, I am infected.

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

"I am my own staff."

With a swing of his arm, thousands of blades forged in blood flew toward the Candle Knight.

"Brilliant, amazing, perfect! A stunning reversal, full of twists and turns, a victory achieved through wit!"

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

"Let us congratulate Blood Knight Dikeopolis on winning the 23rd Kazimir Knights Tournament Special Championship!"

Chapter 387 A freshly baked teacher, Emengard!

"Blood Knights win the championship; calls for the introduction of an Infected Knight system in Kazimierz!"

"In this new era, the champion of the 23rd Kazimierz Knights Tournament has been crowned!"

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

"Both generations of champions infected? The champion is actually the same person! Unveiling the untold stories about De Caiopolis and the Nearl family."

Who wrote this report? Does Blood Knight have some kind of business relationship with our family?

Marna frowned, realizing that she had indeed asked a somewhat unnecessary question.

Only one newspaper in all of Kazimir could produce such an eye-catching headline, comparable to "Jelagund is actually a feathered serpent."

No, we can't let them continue spreading 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 dose of jam on her bread at the table, but he was already eager to know the result of yesterday's final. Unfortunately, Marna's family was very strict, so she could only obediently finish her breakfast first.

Even so, she squinted, trying to use her good eyesight to peek at the contents of the newspaper in Marner's hand. But by sheer coincidence, her gaze met Marner's eyes as she looked up.

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

Seeing this, Marner could only sigh slightly, roll up the newspaper, stand up, take her suit from the coat rack, and say as she put it on:

"Maria, I'm going out for a bit. Just leave the plates in the kitchen after you finish eating breakfast, I'll be back to wash them in a bit."

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

To everyone's surprise, Marna was not moved at all; instead, her eyelids twitched several times as she tried to stop him:

"Let's save some money on buying plates for the family."

Maria lowered her head in disappointment upon hearing this.

Marner believed that Maria was more disappointed that she couldn't help than that fewer plates would break today.

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

"Uncle, where are you going? Are these your days off?"

“The Supervisory Council.” Marna didn’t even look up. Maria wanted to ask more, but Marna shut her up with a single sentence, “She found a part-time job. It’s all troublesome stuff, so it’s best for a child not to ask too many questions.”

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

Marna then raised her head, looked at Maria who was pleading with her eyes wide open, and clicked her tongue:

"Yes, but don't go near the Knights' Arena."

“I know what you’re thinking. Last night, your favorite Candle Knight lost. I don’t know what’s so interesting about that childish fight that you’re so interested in. You’re just like Margaret.”

"I'm going out. I left the money on the partition in the entryway. I need to be more frugal."

After giving her instructions, Marna opened the door and walked out of the house, with Maria's distant echo following behind her: "Okay!"

Actually, strictly speaking, he's not short of money anymore.

The Business Federation made an advance payment, and the Supervisory Council also provided a considerable subsidy. The problem of the Long Riders that had been troubling the Lin Guang family was temporarily ignored with the tacit approval of the two major powers in Kazimierz.

The Knights Guild never called to urge them again, and the Nearl family quickly regained the treatment of the top-level knightly nobles. In fact, due to changes in the external social environment and material conditions, the benefits he can enjoy now are even more generous than when his father, Cyril Nearl, the war hero of Kazimierz, was alive.

It's ironic, really. Marna knew his achievements were far inferior to his father's, who had protected the country from the invasion of Ursus several times. But that was the truth. Even if he put on an expression of utter disgust and disdain, a slight nod would bring him a flood of money and privileges, almost to the point of making him lose his mind.

Looking back just two weeks ago, he had to answer his boss's calls in a humble manner, being urged to submit plans and revise designs. And now?

Last night, his boss called him and humbly asked if he could give him a chance to include the name "Marna Linguang" in the company's list of partners.

Hahaha... Hahahaha!

This made Marner so angry she almost laughed out loud.

Anyone else might have been completely blinded by these sweet words by now, but Marna was very clear-headed, frighteningly so.

After all, he still reads the wine newspaper, and he knows that even though everyone seems to be flattering him now, even though his current status appears to have reached the pinnacle of what a "Knight" can achieve, even surpassing that of the Blood Knight who finally won the championship, in the eyes of capital, he and the Nearl family are no different in essence from the Blood Knight; they are still just pathetic playthings.

He also has to thank Wine News for writing this report; it truly is a newspaper that "digs out the truth and only tells the truth."

Helping him further solidified his resolve to send Maria and Margaret to Sherag.

Marner's eyes were sharp as he walked toward the direction of the Supervisory Council. And right next to the street he walked, in the towering Swire-Victoria Hotel, a conversation was also taking place.

Fremont stared at the thread that was almost tangled into a ball, squinting as he carefully examined it for several minutes before reaching out and precisely picking up the white thread that looked no different from the others.

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

Then, he tugged at it.

A vibration came from the other end of the thread.

Fremont raised an eyebrow.

Does this mean "wait"?

Hey, you little brat, you dare tell your ancestor to wait?

Why not wait?

He pulled harder, tugging twice more. The other side of the thread jerked violently, as if to say, "Ouch, ouch!"

Fremont gave a soft snort. "You know it hurts? If you know it hurts, why aren't you coming over here?"

He loosened the thread and waited a while, but unexpectedly, after a painful signal came from the other side of the thread, there was no more movement.

Fremont's temper flared up, and he simply stretched out his hands, grabbed the end of the thread, and pulled it with all his might like a tug-of-war!

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

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

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

A few minutes later, Emengard clutched the small black hole in his chest and awkwardly opened the door to his hotel room.

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

He should have kept quiet, because the moment he asked, Emengard gave him a look that couldn't be more resentful.

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

"I'm playing the Knight Prediction Game! I've won nine rounds already! Just one more win and I'll be a millionaire!"

That great prospect was already within reach, but because of Fremont's tug, she almost had her soul pulled out of her body!

Liches are a race that values ​​life immensely, and she absolutely didn't want to experience that feeling of nearly dying on the spot again. Therefore, no matter how much money was offered to her, Emengard could only reluctantly withdraw and return to the hotel.

According to those damn rules, once the betting starts, you have to play all ten rounds; if you leave early, you won't be able to take a single penny with you.

My cosmetics, my skincare products, my sweet toner, and the limited edition Sherag Beast blind box!

Fremont ignored her reproachful look and asked in return, "Still playing around? Have you finished your graduation project?"

“No.” Emengard pouted. “Didn’t we agree on two more years?”

Fremont chuckled. "Can you finish it in two years?"

Emengard turned his head away guiltily, averting his gaze: "Believe in the deadline, believe in miracles, believe in the future me."

"Heh, bullshit." Fremont waved his hand, not believing it at all.

Emengard rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Chieftain, you called me back just to scold me? I'm really going to get angry!"

She went all in at the end; if she won the bet, the money would come! What was there to be afraid of about a graduation project?

Just spend a tiny bit of money and find a few hundred penniless lich senior students to do it for you!

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

At worst, we can just secretly do something tampering with it!

Fremont specifically called her back, not just to scold her.

This is just an additional purpose.

His real purpose, of course, was to send Emengard, the mentor who had chosen her lich graduate student, to do his work in his place!

"I have a task for you. If you take it and complete it, I'll consider it your graduation project. Are you interested?"

"Fremont said, in a seductive tone."

Emengard blinked, and after a moment's reaction, his eyes immediately lit up:

"What kind of task? What type is it? Is it difficult?"

“No trouble at all.” Fremont shook his head. “It’s just going into the mountains to gather some information about the Balrog.”

"Huh, gathering information on the Balrog?" Emengard was taken aback, then pointed to himself. "Me?"

“Is there anyone else here?” Fremont crossed his arms over his chest. “To be honest, I also felt it was a bit risky to choose you. But this responsibility is truly yours.”

"Why?" Emengard asked, puzzled.

"Because you are the only student I've taught in all these decades."

Fremont Road.

Actually, there was more than one, but there are differences between students, so we can't expect those Caprinis from universities to complete this task, can we?

He wanted to go himself, but obtaining the Twin Queens' consent would be too difficult. The Lich race possessed many secrets of Letania, and unless there were special circumstances, he, as the patriarch, would have to remain in Letania and could not leave for an extended period.

Emengard was the only candidate.

Looking further out, there are other liches who could take on this task, but none of them are Fremont's students, or rather, not entirely Fremont's students.

The Lich King's Court is different from other Sarkaz courts. Although Fremont is the head of the court and the nominal leader, his words are not entirely absolute.

Because of the unique nature of the Lich's Fate Knot, their lifespan can be extended to a degree far beyond the limitations of the physical body. There are quite a few old Lichs who are secretly hiding in their own corners, doing their own academic research!

If they got wind of the fact that there's a Balrog they can visit in Sherag, what would these guys, who crave knowledge more than anyone else, do?

When the time comes, if other liches are chosen to visit the Balrog, who knows if they'll have some kind of romantic encounter with some old geezer? And when they write the visit report, can we be sure that the signature is theirs?

As the current leader of a race that values ​​knowledge, he understands academic competition all too well. This kind of thing is no more gentle than business warfare or political struggle! Not to mention, it's Sarkaz academic competition!

So, there's no way around it. Even though her apprentice doesn't seem very reliable, her advantage lies in the fact that she really isn't very reliable—Fremont knows her inside and out, and she definitely hasn't been involved with those old fogies, otherwise she wouldn't still be at her current level.

As for other issues, Fremont said they were unimportant. After all, the level of book burning and burying scholars alive in Sherag was only the difference between a student who had dropped out of prenatal education and one who had graduated from it compared to the Sarkaz. Emengard was no match for the people in the Lich King's Court. In Sherag, she was not a prophet, but she could be considered highly educated.

Believe first!

Anyway, her fate is still with her. At worst, she'll be beaten half to death in Sherag, but she'll still survive.

Faced with Fremont's irrefutable reasoning, Emengard could only open his mouth, unable to utter a word.

“Any other questions?” Fremont asked.

Emengard shook his head: "That's all."

Fremont: "Then this mission?"

Emengard's lips curled up, and a joyful smile spread across his face.

It was a feeling of pure, unbridled joy that came from the heart: finally being able to slack off on homework, finally being able to pass the graduation project, and finally being able to say goodbye to the annoying teacher!