Everyone was stunned as the crimson in Damon's hand pierced directly into the blade of the man's long sword as if it had been pierced into cheese.

The man was stunned for a moment, then quickly released his hand from the hilt of his sword.

"I lost," the man smiled helplessly at Damon, and repeated again, "Little brother, I said I lost, you should pull that strange sword out of my long sword." Although the man was smiling on the surface, he was indeed extremely shocked in his heart, knowing that this long sword was a sword that he spent more than a thousand crowns with the best steel and the most famous blacksmith in the whole continent, Black Smith, but now it was pierced by an unknown boy with a strange black sword, he only felt that the kid in front of him was not easy to mess with, or that the person behind him could not afford to mess with himself, after all, this black sword was definitely not something that ordinary people could have.

At this time, Daemon also came to his senses, he just followed the old knight's instructions, when facing the enemy, he pointed the tip of his sword at the enemy, and then stabbed him fiercely, which was not even a move.

"Give you back, now you can leave with your people," Damon kicked his sword in front of the man, raised his head, and glared at the man in front of him with his nose in the most arrogant tone of his life.

However, the man was not angry at all, but asked with a smile: "Little brother, where did you get this sword?" As far as I know, this black material is Bonian steel, which is produced in the hot land of the Lusidon Continent in the south, and it is extremely difficult to mine, and it is even more difficult to make a blade, dare to ask the little brother which family he is a son of." There was something respectful in his tone.

Dimon didn't know how to answer him, because he didn't know any of these things, and besides, Dimon was an orphan and didn't even have a surname, so where did he come from.

Just when Dimon was in a daze, the old knight suddenly opened his mouth and said in a tone full of majesty: "He is the head of the Royce family, one of the four major families in White Lion City, the son of Lord Royce, the military governor of White Lion City, Daemon Royce, the Lord sent him out to test, and the old man is responsible for his safety. "What kind of material this sword is, even the old knight himself doesn't know, let alone that he is a bounty hunter, and the old knight has realized that the man is deliberately lying.

I don't know when the old knight has put on his "gorgeous" plate armor, which actually has the Crest of the Royce family - an immortal bird with fire in its mouth.

The quick-witted Dimon immediately answered: "That's right, my father sent me out to test, maybe I can inherit his title in the future, if you kill me or my injured companion, then my Royce family will never let you go", Dimon returned to his previous arrogant appearance.

The man was obviously frightened by the words of the two, and hurriedly said: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I thought you were a fake gold regiment, although I haven't met Captain Karl, but he has always been the person I admire the most, I'll detoxify the brother on the ground first." After speaking, he pointed to the ground with a pale face, and his face was paralyzed. After all, the man knew that if he just offended a mercenary group, it would not be terrible, but if he offended the big family, then he would have no place on this continent (he would have to rely on the prey he had stolen to receive the bounty).

But Dimon was not in a hurry, pacing in front of him. "I've told you what my name is, now it's your turn to give your name." Speak, Damon

A white bottle came out of his pocket.

The man's face suddenly changed, and he scolded in his heart: "Damn, it was not easy for Lao Tzu to think of a way to keep this kid from being held accountable, but when did he take the antidote from himself, it would be very embarrassing now" The man's face gradually turned red, and he immediately squeezed out a smile and showed favor to everyone in the golden group, and threw out a bag of kronor to the mercenary who was shot in the head as a pension.

"Master Damon, my name is Cisse, Cisse Ingram" Although he was not very convinced, he still had to speak to Dimon respectfully, and there was no longer the arrogance in his words.

After a few more compliments, Cisse departed with his men, and before taking away, he gave the head of the prey he had hunted to the Golden Regiment.

After confirming that Cisse and his men had gone away, the old knight and Daemon looked at each other and finally couldn't hold back their laughter.

Dimon sensed that the old knight was hiding something from him. The story that the old knight told himself could not tell the family crest under the burqa, and the origin of the crimson.