"Hold a moment, Sir Lecler, three years have flown by, how have you been?" A deep voice suitably came from behind the middle-aged man, without knowing when, the middle-aged knight had already stood behind the man. Komer was inwardly alarmed, even though he had been quietly observant of the movements over there, he had only seen figures moving. That very person he dreaded the most had already positioned himself behind the stout knight.
His gaze immediately became tense, clearly recognizing the identity of the other, and the armed military officer's hand, which was resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist, also relaxed, "Captain Kent?"
"Heh, Sir Lecler still remembers me?" The middle-aged knight looked to be just over forty, but in truth, he had already passed fifty, precisely at the pinnacle age for a magic knight.
"Hehe, Sir Kent, as heroic as ever, how could I dare forget?" The attitude noticeably softened a great deal. Sir Lecler was not a rigid man, seeing that Kent had stepped forward, he knew there must be a specific reason for the Thunderhorse Knights to make a significant movement into Cyprus City. It certainly wasn't for these three scoundrels nearby. There might truly be some misunderstanding involved. It wouldn't hurt to give the gentleman some face and see how he would answer, "Sir, what brings you to Cyprus without visiting the Archduke's Mansion? I believe the Duke would very much like to see an old friend."
Originally, when resolving the conflict between the Holy Church and Grand Duke Philip, it was Captain Kent who led the elite Thunderhorse Knight Group escorting Marquis Howard and Archbishop Heseltine on their visit to Cyprus. As a leader of the most important armed force of the Church of Light, Kent had also had several contacts with Grand Duke Philip, making him somewhat of an acquaintance.
"Hmm, Sir Lecler, my sons and I are merely passing through Cyprus on business. We intended to take a rest here today, but it so happened that Douglas had a little misunderstanding with the other party. I think, Sir, it would be better to grant an old man a bit of favor and let this matter rest. What do you say?"
The middle-aged knight spoke with a dignified and harmonious manner, making it difficult for the officer to explode with anger. After some thought, since the other's attitude was so sincere, it was not fitting to press too hard. After all, these three fellows were good for nothing as well. Better to be agreeable and do them a favor, but upon return, it would be necessary to intensify surveillance on this group of loyal followers of the Church, to see exactly what they came to Cyprus for.
With this mind, the armored officer said no more and simply inquired about the situation of Komer and the others, before making a direct decision, "Is that so? Since Sir Kent has said so, I will trust your words. However, I hope that Sir Kent can control his men. This is Cyprus, not Marco."
A flash of unnoticed anger flickered in the eyes of the middle-aged man, but his face grew even calmer, "Thank you for the reminder, Sir Lecler, I will keep it in mind."
The officer's face showed a satisfied smile, and he turned his gaze toward Komer and the others who had remained silent on the side, speaking sternly, "You three, it's getting late. You should go back and rest. Don't cause trouble here; I wouldn't want your fathers to come to the Security Department to fetch you, which would not be to your advantage."
Puber stopped Ilot, who was burning with rage and about to explode, with a sneer, "Thanks for your concern, Sir. However, you might want to be careful with these fellows from the Church of Light – what exactly are they stealthily attempting in our Cyprus? As citizens of Cyprus, we have an obligation to remind you not to be deceived by them."
His complexion changed slightly, and the officer said in a deep voice, "Kid, we knights do not need you to point fingers or give orders. Would you rather spend a night in the Security Department?"
"Heh, Sir, we merely intended to warn you out of goodwill. Since you're so confident, we naturally have no objections. If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave." Puber shrugged, showing regret that the officer didn't accept his advice, gesturing with a look to Ilot to help him prop up Komer, who was now too drunk to walk, and they swayed away, slowly disappearing from the corridor entrance.
"Sir Kent, I hope you can also watch your own conduct and not cause us any more trouble. This is a place where the upper echelon of the city likes to linger, please mind your behavior. Many among them are not fond of your Church of Light."
After giving a friendly warning, the officer waved his hand, and the ten soldiers behind him immediately returned to their vigilant stance, rearranged neatly into two squads, and without paying further attention to the other party, strode away.
The stout knight's eyes danced with anger. These people were too arrogant. He had led a life unchallenged, and had never before encountered such a situation. The middle-aged knight shook his head, stopping the words that were already on the lips of the stout man, "Let's go as well. This is not a place to linger. Staying any longer might indeed trouble Bishop Tulado. Earlier, I thoroughly scrutinized those three, but found nothing suspicious. However, my Spiritual Sense continually feels that the one who appears drunk is somewhat off, but there is no evidence, and I don't know if it's my Spiritual Sense that is flawed, or if that man is just too deeply concealed."
"Then, Sir, what are you suggesting...?" The stout knight asked hesitantly.
"Let's head back first. Although due to my oversight, it has caused everyone hardship, we have, after all, fulfilled the Archbishop's request and can provide him with an explanation. As for what comes after, maybe we can only understand through other channels."
The eyes of the middle-aged man appeared tired and unfocused, as if troubled by his thoughts.
Perhaps he really was being overly sensitive. Those three upstarts clearly seemed like local aristocratic children, and by all accounts, they should not be entangled with things like the Undead. While Cyprus did not support the Church of Light, it had an even greater disdain for the dark and sneaky undead races. Such aristocratic children were absolutely unlikely to dabble in these foul play unless they wished to be ostracized by their own families.
But no one expected that such an unintentional oversight on his part would allow someone to escape undetected, leading to a historical shift on the Cang Mang Continent.