"In addition to meditation, there is another way to manipulate mana, and that is potions. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 As a magical energy, Mana is extremely susceptible to the attraction of magical materials, just like metals and magnets. Therefore, even an ordinary person who has never felt the existence of Mana can concoct potions with magical energy as long as he follows a certain procedure. However, such potions are the difference between dung and diamonds compared to those concocted by wizards who can actually communicate with Mana. —The Little Lighthouse Wizards' Guild and Apprentice's Handbook, by Simmons Philizaniworth

"Du, Du, Duanden!" Hearing the name, Plande's original arrogance couldn't help but shrink, and a sharp-eyed subordinate beside him pointed at the strange birthmark on Blake's jaw and exclaimed: "Chief, Chief, look, that's the Mark of Dawn! He's really Dundon!" Plander glared at the knight angrily, for his exclamation had thrown everyone into a commotion, and it was clear that the surname Duendon had given them a great deterrent.

Blake was quite pleased with the effect he had done, and he stood with his hands behind his back and tried to suppress his breath so as not to make himself seem so excited. Now that he was supposed to be put on the chopping block, Hareddick, who was slaughtered, half-leaned back on the carriage with a mocking smile as if he had seen something. And beside him, Han Long and those knights had a hard to see on their faces, just now Blake, who they had always regarded as their master, actually openly declared that his surname was Du Evilden, not the Miles family that he had always sworn allegiance to, which was undoubtedly a slap in the face of these knights who valued honor and oaths.

Han Long's face was gloomy at this time, and he walked up to Blake as if he wanted to say something: "Young Master Miles......" Although Han Long specially reminded Duke Miles of the surname left to the noble girl, but before he could say the rest of his words, he was rudely interrupted by Blake: "Shut up, you useless old dog!"

As if to show his majesty, Blake reprimanded in front of the holy knights: "Our family took you in when you knights who escaped from the war were at their most down, and we thought you would remember a trace of kindness, but I didn't expect you to collude with this damn elf slut to make things difficult for me!"

"Young Master!" Hareddick saw Hanlon's eyes, which he usually couldn't open as if he hadn't woken up, and now he was glared at this unwarranted crime.

"Do you still want to deny it!" Blake smugly glanced around and continued to scold, "Then tell me! Why did you listen to this elven slut and let me stay in that damn desert for so long! look! look at my skin!

In the face of Blake's scolding, Han Long neither said a word nor retorted, but just lowered his head and endured in silence, and the knights behind him could only see their sergeant major's shoulders trembling slightly. And Haredith, who was standing beside him, could clearly see Hanlon's gray expression like dead wood, and he didn't know whether it was because of sadness or sadness.

Blake seemed to have finally scolded enough, and pointed his hand back with a cruel smile and said, "Originally, just like Mommy said, you guys used to be a little useful, so I put up with it magnanimously." But now the Holy Knights are here! The Guardian Knights of the Human Kingdom are here! I don't need you useless knights to protect me anymore, so get out of here!"

After speaking, without waiting for Han Long's response, he turned around and walked up to Purland, raised his hands and said sharply, "Knights of the Holy Knights, from now on I grant you the honor of being me, Blake Duandon, the future Lord of the Dawn, and the guardian knight. I command you to escort me and my mother to the city of Ulder from now on, and when I become Duke of Duandon, you will be rewarded!"

Poland's eyes flickered, and the hideous and ugly face with a beard seemed to have found a treasure, and a big mouth full of yellow teeth was laughing from the middle, and he couldn't help but nod and say flatteringly: "Haha, haha, of course, of course, respected Lord Du Evilden, we are very happy, ah, it should be an honor to be your knight, hahahaha!"

"Well, from this day onwards, you are my knights, and now I give you the first command, to kill this elven bastard who has insulted me and made me suffer so much in the desert!" Blake said evilly, pointing at Haredic.

"Hee-hee-hee! let me come! Let me come, Lord Duandon, you're watching!" the holy knight, who was the first to recognize Blake's jaw birthmark, rolled over and dismounted, drew an iron sword from his waist, and gave Haredith a cruel grin.

Haredith patted Beata, who poked her head out with a worried look on her face, tilted her body and easily dodged the Holy Knight's blow at him, then swung her scimitar and slashed into the sky in a shining semicircle, and with the scimitar slashed, a column of blood gushed out of the Holy Knight's neck. The holy knight shook his hands against the slash in his throat that had been cut by Haredith, and let out a few leaky gurgles, and fell headlong to the ground.

Hareditik danced a sword flower and said disdainfully to Blake: "If you want to kill me so much, come up yourself, don't just cower under other people's wings like a quail and coo." ”

Blake's fair face turned red, and he turned his head to glare at Plant and said, "Are you so useless! Kill him!"

Haredith's men were furious that Haredith's necks had been severed as if they were playing, and he squeezed his hands viciously, and the two knights, one on horseback, brandished their swords, and charged at the Drow Elf.

Hareddic did not sit still, but took the initiative to charge at the two knights who rushed towards him, and when he was only a stone's throw away from one of the knights, Hareddick rolled on the ground to dodge the knight's swing and plunged his left scimitar into the belly of the horse under the knight's crotch. The spurt-pierced horse neighed in pain, and its sturdy hooves fell to its knees, and rolled to the ground with the force of the sprint.

Hareddic then set his sights on his next opponent, and the Drow, half-crouched on the ground, leapt to his feet, grabbed the other knight's belt and tore him off his horse. The poor knight, who had been torn off his horse by Haredition and slammed to the ground, had no time to cry out for the pain in his back when a glittering scimitar pierced his brain, which was not covered in armor.

Haredith walked over to the knight who had been crushed by the tumbling horse, pulled the scimitar out of the twitching horse, and ended the knight's life. Then the Drow elves moved the joints of their necks from side to side as if they had just done a warm-up exercise, and defiantly said to the holy knights with shocked faces, "Who's next?"

Haredith disposed of all three of his men as if he were a pat on his body, turning his anger into horror, shouting to the right and left, "Shoot! Shoot!" and pulled Blake behind his men.

Several of the holy knights drew their folding bows at the orders of their leader, but before they could raise their bows and aim at Haredic. A few arrows pierced their throats and foreheads, sending them tumbling off their horses and to the ground.

"I thought you were always watching the show. Hareditik glanced at Han Long, who was holding a light crossbow, and Xiuqi and the others, who were riding their horses and swinging forward in formation.

"I do want to, this stupid, arrogant, arrogant, headstrong bastard is not worth our lives to save him. But we are the knights of Damiko, and we have sworn an oath under the holy sword: If my lord is foolish, I will be reduced to armor and stand against the sword that slashes at my lord. So as long as his last name is still Miles, we are his knights. Han Long put the light crossbow down and slowly drew the long sword from his waist.