Mebis, who has returned to the tavern, quietly looked at the "Continental Biography" in the attic The land under his feet is called the Ash Continent, : The knight's cultivation relies on the continuous improvement of physical fitness, and the special breathing method is the key to the knight's practice, and the detailed realm can be divided into: knight guard, official knight, big knight, and finally, it is also considered the final point of the knight, the legendary knight, to this realm, the power of the knight's whole body is concentrated together, stimulating the "seed of life", becoming a mountain crack, and a powerful existence with one enemy and one hundred. Mebis was not interested in this, for him, as long as he obtained more advanced ingredients, he could use his hunger to improve his strength, and he didn't need to go through hard and complicated training, and he had to make a break between life and death, thinking of this, Mebis lay flat on the plank bed and slowly fell asleep.

At night, the town of Grimm seems to be relatively peaceful, outside the brightly lit Daddy Tavern, there are knights wearing silver-white armor and wearing imperial cross swords, and their stern eyes scan the pedestrians passing by, compared to the sheriff in the town, this group of knights stands more upright, and their tall and strong bodies are more prominent This is a powerful army of knights, at this time they are strong walls, and no one can buy to break through their defenses.

Simon, whose black and white hair was draped over his back, was covered with malt liquor and had a beard. August's brother to the current king, now the Earl of Blood, lord of the entire province of Stock. At this moment, his limbs were spread out, and he was sitting on the wooden chair of the wine coffin for some years, and he was shaking from time to time to make a strange sound of "Ge Ge".

The handsome and dashing, well-behaved Earl, now like a drunkard, with an alcohol-red face, with white teeth "haha" smirk, while holding the wine glass, he directly grabbed the golden rabbit leg with his hand and tore it.

On the opposite side is a dignified aristocrat, wearing an elegant black tuxedo, lined with white velvet underwear, thick blonde hair is combed neatly, older, white curly beard naughtily cocked, eyes wearing a pair of gold wire mirrors, a pair of hands that do not see the traces of time are elegantly cutting meat chops, cut into the right size and slowly put in the mouth, showing a smile of enjoyment.

The strange thing is that the father actually sat next to the two, three opposites, his thick hand grasped a bottle of cold rum, stuck in his teeth and poured a big sip, like a comfortable "ah". The three of them went about their business, and no one spoke.

The first to break the embarrassment was the blonde aristocrat who was shaking a wine glass on the side,

"I heard that His Highness Olid, who has been missing for a long time, has appeared in this town?" The nobleman asked in a nonchalant tone.

The father, who was gulping down, had his pupils retract violently, stopped the bottle, and looked directly at the blonde aristocrat.

"It's impossible to say anything, since 15 years ago, when Almodek led the young Highness out of the siege and northbound in Nord, all news about His Highness has disappeared, as for appearing in this remote town," the old man groaned

"I've lived in this town since I left the Royal Guard, but I haven't heard anything about His Highness Olid." Daddy replied respectfully.

The blonde nobleman nodded slightly, not saying anything more.

"That Brand's hatred is too great, and it is clear that it has nothing to do with this child," a look of sadness appeared on Count Simon's flushed face.

"What if... That didn't happen... That's it," the count whispered as if to himself, taking another sip of the spirit.

"Well, let's not talk about it, the two of us came from the royal capital overnight because we had a more important matter," said the blonde nobleman, putting down his wine glass, and said solemnly.

"If it is not handled properly, I am afraid that the war... It is coming," said the Earl, in a tense tone, word by word,

"In Misiliu, which is rich in cane sugar in the south of the Mocao Plain, traces similar to wizarding laboratories were found" When I heard the word 'wizard laboratory', the air was filled with a solemn atmosphere, and my father clenched his trembling hands,

"It has been less than a week since I found out, so Your Majesty urgently ordered us to find a strong person above the peak of the official knight to go there, and secretly eat this rich cake before the news spreads throughout the continent." Saying this, the blonde nobleman had a crazy look in his eyes.

Daddy looked at the somewhat crazy blonde nobleman, and at the frowning Earl Simon, who looked into his eyes and said heavily

"You have to go this time, the pinnacle of the Great Knight, the former captain of the Royal Praetorian Guard, and only one step away from stepping into the legendary former empire's strongest man. Ares. Monral"

"Of course, we are not going to die, according to the strength of the barrier around that laboratory, it should be an apprentice who has not advanced to the rank, with you and our 20 official knights, there is not much danger in going. Since His Majesty wants to get more demonic items to use, at the "Wizards' Conference" next year, a few more royal children will be sent. Count Simon said hurriedly.

"Without the support of wizards, our Lanchester Empire would have had no room for improvement a long time ago"

"The Ash Continent where we are located is nothing more than a small island backward in their eyes," the Count laughed helplessly.

"Without further ado, we'll leave for Missiliu, and the carriage is ready," said the blonde nobleman in an anxious tone.

The old man looked at the two in front of him suspiciously, and asked the earl with a trace of disdain

"We?"

Count Simon stood up angrily, and slapped his powerful hands against the wooden table, making a loud 'bump'

"Don't forget, I'm also a great knight"

As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue, licked the wine stains on his lips, and said defiantly:

"Old man, let me see if the brave tiger has become a kitten now?"

Ignoring his father's smiling expression, he walked out of the tavern with a hearty laugh.

The golden nobleman stood up and bowed, politely saying "Thank you for the hospitality", and returned to the motorcade outside the tavern with rhythmic steps.

The old man walked up to the attic gently, and looked at Mebes, who had long since fallen asleep, and was constantly saying strange words, his big rough hands brushing the delicate skin of the young man, and his loving eyes were fixed tightly, as if he wanted to remember him forever.

Turning into his bedroom, he pulled out a neat and huge box from under the bed, and pulled it up with his hand to slowly reveal it, and the hideous armor polished to bright white was clearly marked with green thorns. The cold, huge and heavy one-handed crosssword shows how powerful his master was in the first place, and the moment he put on the armor, he was called "Ares. Monral", hastily wrote a letter, placed it on the table in the back kitchen, then closed the sturdy wooden door, stepped into the carriage, and gradually departed with the sound of iron hooves.