"Hello dear villager, I'm the apprentice knight at the stage of great success, Killian."
"By my side are Henry and Ultia, two apprentice knights in the entry stage."
"We also have 10 elite soldiers and 80 ordinary soldiers accompanying us."
Maxime watched from afar as this strong apprentice knight was fully equipped in iron armor and riding a strong, sturdy horse.
He had removed his helmet to show his sincerity.
Killian was already a middle-aged man in his late thirties.
His mature face could charm more than one woman, even among the nobility.
Unfortunately, he had little hope of ever becoming a knight because his body lacked vital energy as he aged.
Henry and Ultia, who stood beside him, also rode trained horses and removed their helmets when they saw Killian do so.
Henry was indeed the arrogant young apprentice knight Ernest had faced a few days earlier.
