Kano walked along the creek of the manor, a thick mist enveloping him and a heavily armed Sean behind him.

When the mist cleared, a knight on a horse with a black air flow appeared in front of him.

His face was blurred, but the intensity of resentment was hard to ignore.

"This is King Mark's grudge?" Sean asked curiously.

Kano nodded wordlessly, pulling a steed out of the fog. His clothes instantly turned into heavy armor, and wooden swords, bows, and spears all grew out of the ground.

King Mark stood quietly by the river with his resentment, and Kano made preparations for a knightly duel.

"Choi... Stan—" The resentful body hissed, and the horse charged at Kano.

Canora shoots her bow and arrows at King Mark's helmet. King Mark deftly dodged the arrow and swung his spear at Kano.

Kano fired the shot with his shield, and the wooden sword in his right hand returned the favor, which was also blocked by King Mark with his shield.

"He's strong and fast, Kano, be careful." Sean was already on his horse, and he watched the battle nervously.

Before the words fell, the black qi on King Mark's body was great, and the violent magic power gathered into his body, and the scene was strangely quiet.

"Be careful! He has opened the trait, it should be his own enhanced type, similar to Gao Wen! Sean immediately reminded.

Turned on the feature?

Kano tentatively shot an arrow, and King Mark flew the arrow like an insect.

King Mark rushed in an even more furious manner, and he swung his rifle and fought with Kano. King Mark's strength and speed suddenly increased by about double, and half of Kano's body began to go numb after several consecutive stabs.

But it doesn't matter, the last thing Kano lacks is the experience of fighting against the wind.

Just as his shield was about to shatter, Kano discarded his sword and dismounted from his horse by King Mark's spear, plunging the wooden sword into the neck of his opponent's mount.

The two fell from their horses at the same time, the heavy riding spear was thrown aside, and Kano no longer had a shield, he held his sword in both hands, and continued to confront King Mark, who was wielding both swords and shields.

The two began another round of attacks, leaving each other with deep and shallow wounds. Kano's wound was wrapped with a faint black qi, and the healing speed had decreased significantly, and although King Mark was also injured, he didn't seem to feel pain.

The situation was very unfavorable for Kano, and King Mark continued to attack tirelessly, while Kano's movements, which had many wounds on his body, had begun to deform.

Sean wanted to help, but it was a serious insult to disturb the knight's duel, and he could only stand aside and do it in a hurry.

At this point, Kano jumped out of the battle circle and breathed a sigh of relief. King Mark immediately approached, not giving him a respite.

Unexpectedly, Kano took out his wand from his bosom and threw it at the ground.

King Mark jumped backwards, his body still crooked by the scattered flying stones.

"I'm sorry, I'm more than a knight."

However, the knight's strength over the mage was in the battle, and before Kano could recite the second spell, King Mark had already rushed up like a bull.

Kano snapped his wand, and vines shot out of the land, pulling King Mark in his footsteps.

Kano instead held the sword in one hand, casting a spell to hinder King Mark's movements, while constantly maneuvering with him.

If it was an ordinary mage, his head would have fallen to the ground at this time, but because of his druid status, Kano omitted the spell and directly manipulated the plant, which stabilized the scene.

King Mark was pulled by the vines as he fought Kano, and it didn't take long for the situation to turn around. Kano kept moving his hands, constantly wandering around King Mark, and more black mist began to emerge from King Mark's body, and his form began to slowly collapse.

Eventually, before Kano's magic was completely depleted, King Mark's resentment fell to his knees, shattered into a cloud of black mist, and merged into Kano's oak sword.

The lines of Arthur's blood on the oak sword darkened a little, and the blade seemed sharper.

At the same time, Kano felt a warm current injecting into his body, and his muscles relaxed as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

"Whew, it's dangerous." Kano sat down on the ground as the fog cleared, and he and Sean returned to the present world.

"Kano, your magic is so fast!" Sean stepped forward to help him up, "If it weren't for the fact that you trapped King Mark with vines in the back, it would be dangerous today." ”

"yes, why is this King Mark so strong." Kano was about to stand up when a burst of vertigo knocked him to the ground.

"Kano, Kano?" Sean quickly shook twice, but Kano let out a slight snoring sound.

Sean laughed twice, put Kano on his horse, and slowly walked towards the manor, where Robert hurried out.

At this time, Kano was groggy and dreaming, and his consciousness left his body again.

He felt himself floating in the air, seeing Tristan and Isolde tryst in Cornwall's palace while King Mark watched them jealously.

Compared with Tristan and Isolde, who are just in their youth, King Mark is already gray-sided, and he is an out-and-out old man.

"If I were young, Tristan wouldn't be my opponent."

That's what the jealous King Mark thinks, knowing he's no match for Tristan, but he blames it all on the ruthless years.

"If I were young, my queen Isolde wouldn't have fallen in love with Tristan."

He doesn't know that Tristan and Isolde have long been in love with each other, and that he is the one who snatches love from each other in this story.

"If I were young... Why am I no longer young? ”

King Mark's face contorted in jealousy. In Kano's field of vision, bursts of black mist rose from King Mark's body, hovering in the air, and finally converging into a younger, slender knight with gloomy eyes.

This is exactly the young King Mark, who thinks he is the most powerful in his mind.

Then, Kano watched the battle between himself and King Mark from the perspective of a bystander, and eventually, the exhausted body of resentment poured into Kano's wooden sword, and everything calmed down.

"Canopus, thank you."

A handsome red-haired knight appears beside Kano on horseback, and Kano knows that he is Tristan.

"The soul of the Lord Monarch has already entered reincarnation, but his resentment still hovers near my bloodline." Tristan sighed, "Thank you for letting him rest in peace." ”

"His resentment is gone, what about you and Isolde?" Kano didn't hold back and asked.

"Hehe, what's my grudge against Isolde? We are all human beings imprisoned by fate. Even the lord and he just can't see through it for a while. ”

"We've all struggled, we've suffered, and now that the past has gone with the wind, let's put an end to this story."

Tristan took out his harp, plucked the strings gently, and sang an old ballad.