Kant swallowed his saliva and said, "A knight order led by 10 grand knights."
"What a pity.", his tone was still a little disappointed, but he raised his head and smiled. "Although I don't know about the silver light knights, I still have the help of others." After a pause, Kant's tone was still firm, he expressed his thought , "I think they are not inferior to the silver light knights."
Baron Dylan glanced at a corner of the viewing platform on the city wall.
Ten Sarrandian horsemen were standing there and talking happily.
It was like they formed a self-organized system, a circle that rejected outsiders. Even if there were landlords and merchants wanted to take their children to try their luck, they were rejected after a few words.
Before long, all the merchants knew that these seemingly gentle but actually cold horsemen were not so easy to get close to.
Baron Dylan understood in his heart.
