"My God, Eric truly has the luck of the devil!" Charles's mouth twisted with envy as he learned what had happened that morning.
To contract a Fantasy Beast, to be promoted to a Phantom Beast Knight.
For a knight, it was like being struck on the head by great dragon dung, not just a simple gaze from a great dragon.
"Mr. Charles, if you work hard to become a Great Knight, you might also have a chance to contract a Fantasy Beast," Russell said in high spirits.
Eric was his follower, and now he would have a Phantom Beast Knight subordinated to him. The sense of security over his territory skyrocketed.
No more fears of assassins breaking in during the night.
"I...Ah, I better forget about it; I have no talent for cultivating Battle Qi... Indeed, I worked hard when I was young, but I never succeeded," Charles lamented, "My God, the next time I see Eric, I'll have to address him as 'Sir!'"
