Looking at Kadis sitting quietly beside Count Boria in the distance, Athir withdrew his gaze and a little doubt arose in his heart.
"Is it that Count Bolia deliberately blocked the news, or is there some other reason?"
He looked at Boria in the distance and thought to himself.
Of these two possibilities, Athir was more inclined to believe it was due to other reasons.
The reason is simple.
As the commander of the Royal Guard, Knight Flar has fought for Count Bolia for many years and is absolutely one of Count Bolia's own.
In terms of status, Knight Fular has a distant blood relationship with Count Bolia, and his status in the entire territory is second only to Arcadilla, the leader of the Black Knights.
His identity and relationship were sufficient. According to common sense, there was no need for Count Polya to hide this matter from him, and there was no reason to hide it so deeply.
Thinking of this, his gaze shifted involuntarily and gradually turned to Arcadilla who was sitting opposite Count Bolia.
In the front, Arcadilla was wearing a well-fitting dress with his golden hair loose. He looked handsome and cheerful. I don't know how many hearts of noble girls he captured on this occasion.
As if he felt Athir's gaze, he put down the wine glass in his hand, turned and looked into the distance.
The two sharp gazes collided in mid-air, seeming to create sparks.
Athir looked at Akadila who was looking at him from a distance, and a gentle and humble smile appeared on his face.
He raised the wine glass on the table, shook it in a toast, then lowered his head and no longer looked in that direction, appearing low-key and silent.
A party went wild until late.
The drunk nobles and soldiers were carried away by servants to rest one by one. When about 70% to 80% of the original people had left, only the last group was left to continue the end of the banquet.
Arcadilla and Count Bolia also looked drunk at this time. It seemed that they had drunk a lot, and they went back to rest.
On the side, watching the two people in the center leave their seats, the knights who had been sitting on one side stood up one after another, divided into two distinct groups, and surrounded the two people and left.
"How is it going?"
After walking a long way and arriving outside the castle, Arcadilla looked at the knight beside him and asked.
At this moment, his face was calm and his posture was upright. Although his body was a little messy and he smelled of alcohol, it could not conceal his heroic look. He did not look like a drunk man at all.
Perhaps, he was not drunk at all, and his previous drunken appearance was completely pretended.
"The situation is still under control." A knight replied, "There are seven knights under Count Bolia. One of them died in the battle on the front line. We persuaded two of them to defect. There are only four left. Each of them controls a certain number of troops."
"Among these four people, the most difficult one to deal with is that old guy Flar."
"You've missed one. Don't forget the new knight named Athir. So, there are still five of us in total." Someone interrupted.
"How can they be the same?" The man said disdainfully, "He is just a newly promoted knight who has been promoted for less than two or three months. I am afraid that he has not even passed the adaptation period yet. I can take care of him with one hand."
"Don't underestimate this knight. Although he has only been promoted for a short time, his strength is definitely not weak. He may even be catching up with Fular."
Standing in the center, Arcadilla shook his head.
"How is this possible!?"
At the side, several knights following Arcadilla shouted in unison, with a hint of disbelief in their eyes.
"This is real. My feeling is not wrong. This child puts a lot of pressure on me. It's incredible."
Arcadilla said slowly, and then a sneer rose on his face: "Hey, if I remember correctly, he will not be fourteen for another few months."
"A thirteen-year-old knight. This half-elf bloodline is really useful. With such talent, even I can't bear to kill him."
His expression gradually turned cold, and there was no trace of concealment of murderous intent on his seemingly heroic face.
"This..." A knight at the side said hesitantly, "Since your Excellency is impressed by his talent, why not send someone to test him and see if he can be persuaded to rebel?"
"It's useless." Arcadilla's expression remained unchanged. He just said coldly: "Have you forgotten that this child is from the same family as that old man Boria? Why should he help us outsiders to deal with his own uncle?"
"And, have you forgotten?"
He continued, "Not long ago, we teamed up with that group of orcs to defeat the noble coalition forces at the front line. If I remember correctly, Baron Esilan died there. He was besieged by a group of orc warriors and died miserably."
"We just killed his father, and now you're telling me about inciting rebellion?"
At this point, Arcadilla shook his head and came to a conclusion: "Anyone in the entire Northland could be turned against the government, except Fular and Athir."
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On the other side, Athir was walking alone on a narrow road. There was no one around and it was very quiet.
It was already midnight, and the intermittent chirping of insects around broke the tranquility of the night.
Before he knew it, he had reached a flat area where he had trained before.
There was no one in the familiar place at this time. After a while, Athir walked to the center of the training ground, drew the sword from his waist, and thought quietly.
"The original knight's secret skills seem much cruder after reaching the level of the Grand Knight. If it is against those at the knight level, it is okay, but if it is against a Grand Knight like Arcadilla, I am afraid it will not have much effect."
Thinking of Akadila's appearance and his terrifying physical fitness, Atier stood there and thought silently.
"Chip, create a mission, and perfect the knight's secret skills based on the existing information!"
After a while, he gave orders to the chip in his mind.
In an instant, a huge stream of information emerged in Athir's mind.
All his past insights and experiences in using the Knight's Secret Techniques, as well as the Knight's Secret Techniques he had seen others use, now all emerged in Athir's mind one by one as a reference for the chip, serving as basic data for perfecting the Knight's Secret Techniques.
"Task 1 was established successfully. The estimated remaining completion time is: four days and three hours."
The mechanical voice in my mind sounded in an instant.
Atier stood there and trained for a while before leaving.
A few days later.
One morning, a mechanical reminder in his mind woke Athir up.
"Ding! The deduction is complete."
Hearing the familiar mechanical sound in his mind, Athir slowly opened his eyes, touched his forehead, and then reacted.
(End of this chapter)