David's war knife behind him jingled and jumped out, roaring, "Let me kill this thief!"
A huge force descended from the sky, suppressing David and his war knife. It was not Owen Bertram but Abner Lane.
Gourd Elder was hopping angrily in Owen Bertram's sleeve, "Master, let me jump out, enlarge my body, and sit this arrogant brat to death with one buttock!"
Owen Bertram was ranting in his heart: I knew there was something wrong with my gourd! Listen to this, what kind of language is this, a proper magical instrument, does it fight like this!
"Behave yourself!"
Abner Lane held down his younger-brother-like subordinate, Owen Bertram also held down Gourd Elder.
Abner Lane smiled lightly, "You are quite confident."
He glanced at the sky, "You're right about one thing, Lord Dunn and I have long been prepared to die for our country with a grievance."
