"When did you become a Great Knight?"
"Two years ago, Sir."
The sunlight shone on Big Dumb Bear Grof's body, making his towering figure of one meter ninety seem even more imposing.
In fact, when Russell took on Grof as a follower the day before, he hadn't paid much attention to him, just another Armed Knight. Perhaps he had some talent in the past, but after wasting so much time in the Wildman Cave, he should have been weakened by now.
Not much training value.
What Russell was thinking now was to train a group of children, waiting three to five years or even ten, to cultivate a group of Great Knights.
By then, he would be able to lead these Great Knights to ride freely across the snowfield.
Who would have thought that Big Dumb Bear Grof, who was recruited on a whim, had already become a Great Knight, and what's more, a Great Knight with the status of a Cavern Freemen.
"Mr. Eric, try Grof," even though Russell had already guessed last night, he still needed to verify it.
