The students who were practicing around rushed over when there was an accident.

Naturally, they all heard Jason's words.

One by one, they thought Jason was crazy.

Or rather, scared silly!

How can a horse understand a human speech?

"Flash ......"

The students shouted loudly, but before they could finish their words, they saw a scene that they would never forget—

Wow!

With a long neigh, the galloping horse raised its front hooves.

And then

Knelt directly in front of Jason.

Horses don't understand human speech.

However, it could feel the breath of a superior predator.

As Jason spoke, breathing slightly, it received the message.

That's a message from the depths of the soul!

If you don't want to be eaten, stop!

Immediately, immediately!

Horses that follow their instincts obey immediately.

Everyone watched this scene in amazement, including the female knight Ted Flute on horseback.

She looked at Jason, who was close at hand, and subconsciously pulled the reins, but the horse did not stand up at all, but ......

The whole body trembles!

Completely uncontrolled.

Because, Jason's eyes were always on it.

It's going to be eaten!

Eaten!

The horse neighed lowly.

Then, Jason looked at the female knight.

"How many years have you tamed it?"

Jason asked.

"Three, three years."

The female knight stammered a little, because, being stared at by Jason, she always felt hairy in her heart, those eyes were too sharp, as if they were knives.

It wasn't that she hadn't seen anyone with similar sharp eyes, but no one had ever been as terrifying as Jason.

"Is it usually docile?"

Jason continued.

"Very docile!"

"Radish is not a grumpy horse!"

Teddy said, and then, not stupid, she quickly reacted to what Jason meant.

The knightess explained:

"It should have been the training that had just been made to make it exciting, for something like this to happen."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"I'm too confident in myself."

With that, the knight turned over and dismounted, first saluting the female pastry chef and then Jason.

The etiquette is not the etiquette of ordinary people, but the chest-beating ritual used by knights and warriors.

"It's okay, Teddy."

The female pastry chef immediately took her friend's hand and whispered.

However, the eyes were on Jason.

Jason's eyes looked around at the students present.

Everyone who looked at Jason felt their eyes tingle and couldn't help but tilt their heads.

Then, he walked towards the horse farm.

One by one, the students who gathered around involuntarily got out of the way.

Jason walked towards where the horse had run before.

It's not far, only a dozen meters.

Standing on this piece of loess tamped down, Jason pointed to his feet and said:

"Dig!"

"Digging?"

The female knight was stunned.

The bewildered female pastry chef on the side looked serious, she looked at the horses, and then at the place where Jason was standing, and immediately said, "Teddy, please believe Jason, dig up there and see." ”

With the persuasion of her friends, the female knight, who was already guilty, did not agree unexpectedly.

When the female knight ran to the stable to get the tools, the students around her also took action.

"Help the president together."

A boy said.

Then, a dozen students with shovels and the like came out and joined in the digging.

It is very laborious to dig the tamped loess.

But there is power in numbers.

In a short time, a pit was dug up to a meter deep.

But there was nothing.

Some tired students looked at the female knight.

The female knight looked at Jason.

"Do you want to continue?"

The knightess asked.

"Go on."

The respondent was a female pastry chef.

The female pastry chef has been scouring the loess that has been dug up.

When her friend asked, she finally found what she was looking for.

He pulled out his handkerchief, picked it up, and handed it to his friend.

"This is?!"

The knight looked at the contents of the handkerchief and immediately gasped.

The faces of the surrounding students changed dramatically.

One student couldn't help but whisper:

"Hands, fingers!"

In the center of the handkerchief dragged by the female pastry chef was a truncated finger.

The flesh and skin are long gone.

Slender and neat at the roots.

There are still cracks on it.

"When Tai Di rode a turnip towards me just now, the usually docile turnip suddenly became uncontrollable because he stepped on this finger!"

The female pastry chef explained.

Everyone suddenly realized and nodded their heads.

"I see."

Then, the crowd changed color again.

"There's a finger here."

"Isn't that down there?"

The female knight swallowed and smeared, and suddenly, she felt that the soil under her feet was a little hot.

The same is true for others.

Although they are members of the St. Mungo's Student Council, they also carry on the tradition of St. Mungo's and train as knights.

But it's just training, and there's no real fighting.

At most, it was because of injuries and bleeding from training.

As for the corpses?

That's really not seen.

The female knight tried to jump straight out of the hole, but she didn't act.

The members of the student council next to him jumped out one by one.

This made the female knight feel ashamed.

After all, there is an 'outsider' here.

Looking at Jason, who was standing on the edge of the pit with an indifferent face from beginning to end, the female knight shouted, "Have you forgotten the oath you took when you joined the student council? Have you forgotten the oath you took to get your sword? Have you forgotten the oath you took when you chose your horse? ”

The students who had just jumped out of the pit were extremely ashamed to be questioned by the female knight.

One by one, they bowed their heads.

And then—

The female knight suddenly shouted:

"Between light and darkness, there is always a power that has not changed."

"In holiness and decay, there is always a power that is sublimated."

The voice of the female knight made the students who had lowered their heads raise their heads one by one.

They looked at each other and shouted their next vows almost at the same time:

"War, hunger, poverty, make that power eternal."

"Peace, abundance, abundance, make that power precious."

"Courage!"

"Justice!"

"Dreadnought!"

"Sacrifice!"

"Under the witness of the morning light, we ...... Fearless! ”

The sound is getting louder and louder.

Until the end, it has long become high-pitched.

Courage dispels fear.

The students returned to the pit again and began digging.

Jason stood aside, his eyes flashing with surprise.

Does he believe that a student union would have such an oath?

It's a different version of the Knight's Oath entirely.

"That's the motto of St. Mungo's College."

"It is said to have been left behind by one of the vice-chancellors who founded St. Mungo's College in the first place."

The female pastry chef explained.

"Vice Chancellor?"

Jason was stunned, he thought it was the headmaster who had stayed.

"Hmm."

"It is rumored that the vice-principal is a hunter or a lumberjack or something, and he used to live in a log cabin in the corner of the academy, but that log cabin is long gone."

The female pastry chef said, with pity on her face.

She genuinely wanted to meet the vice-principal who could say such an oath.

Jason too.

Because, such an oath always reminded him of old sir.

It's a pity that the two can't see each other.

If you meet......

It's going to be a sight to be, right?

Jason shook his head slightly, shook the unreliable thought out of his head, and began to focus on the pit.

The members of the student council are digging harder than before.

Under such a premise, about half an hour later, they made a discovery.

"Got it!"

A male voice cheered.

But then, such cheers turned into exclamations—

"It's Bella!"