The scoundrel Bruno had a surprised look on his face. After being a scoundrel for such a long time, this was the first time he had seen someone actually come out to serve justice. Had he read too many Knight novels?

With this thought in his mind, he immediately put on a fierce expression. He pulled out a dagger and pointed it at Heath with a fierce look on his face. "Are you trying to be a hero?"

Heath did not waste any words and went up to kick him.

As a high-level Knight, he was extremely strong. Even if he just casually kicked him without using any strength, he still sent the villain Bruno flying seven to eight meters away.

Bang! With a loud sound, the villain, Bruno, knelt heavily on the ground with both knees bent into a shrimp shape.

The eyeballs of the underling beside him almost did not fall out.

"Monster... Monster!"

He shouted and disappeared in an instant.

Bruno stretched out his hand towards his companion and opened his mouth wide, wanting to scream for help. However, his injured lungs could only make a 'shuu' sound. In the end, he forced himself to roll and crawl away.

Heath ignored these scoundrels and walked over to Shirley. "Apprentice Shirley, are you alright?"

Shirley shook her head as if nothing had happened.

What a joke. What would a middle-level Apprentice do to two scoundrels? She had already cast a spell that could scare them. Even without Heath, these two scoundrels would not dare to do evil in the future.

Heath continued to ask, "I still don't know why Apprentice Shirley is here?"

Shirley said, "I have something to do."

After saying that, she did not waste any more time with Heath. Without even saying goodbye, she pulled on her hood and went to the side.

She left in a carefree manner.

Heath was speechless. Did she have to be so heartless?

Although the two of them had a mutually beneficial relationship to begin with, other people did not need to care about his feelings.

But how should he put it...

It was probably because of a man's pride. This really made Heath feel uncomfortable. He felt a sense of defeat for no reason.

After all, the two of them had just spent the night together.

"Perhaps..."

"This is what a natural-born Wizard should be like!"

Shaking his head, Heath put away these messy thoughts and returned to the tavern.

Just as he entered.

Clap, clap, clap...

A round of warm applause greeted him.

All the customers in the tavern stood up. The contempt and disdain in their eyes had changed. What was left was only admiration and applause.

The people cheered loudly:

"Young man, you are the bravest young man I have ever met!"

"I take back what I said just now. I believe that you will definitely achieve good results in the Martial Arts Competition!"

"Originally, I was not interested in this Martial Arts Competition, but if you were there, I would definitely go and watch it. At that time, I will bring my son to cheer for you!"

"Good luck! Good luck!"

Amidst the cheers of everyone, Heath shrugged. "Thank you."

Then, he walked to the bar counter, took out two gold coins, and said, "Then, can you help me find a recommendation letter?"

The tavern owner bowed very enthusiastically. "It's my honor to serve you!"

Then, the tavern owner went upstairs and soon led two men down. One wore a green pleated jacket and looked like the owner, while the other was dressed as a servant.

The tavern owner introduced, "Young warrior, this is Baron Garcia and his servant from White Water Bay. They can prepare a recommendation letter for you."

Heath looked at the two men in surprise. Coincidentally, they were the master and servant whom he had seen by the lake.

He said with slight suspicion, "Garcia..."

For some reason, the name sounded familiar to him.

The diners quickly gave him an answer.

"It's Garcia of White Water Bay!"

"Descendant of Grand Knight Polo... Unfortunately, he didn't inherit the bravery of his ancestors..."

'Oh, right, I remember now!'

Heath suddenly realized that he had read the biography of this person in a history book in the library of the Shadow Tower. It was a Grand Knight who was active in this land a long time ago. He was a very famous Wizard who had once followed the Old Land.

He smiled politely and said, "It's my honor to meet the descendant of the Dragon Slayer."

Facing Heath's politeness, the Garcia master and servant did not respond with the enthusiasm they should have. Instead, they stared at Heath with a skeptical gaze. He was really too young.

Baron Garcia said to the tavern owner, "Tours, can this young man do it? Don't be eliminated in the first round..."

The tavern owner said with a straight face, "Baron Garcia, now you can either pay for my room and room, or immediately write that damn recommendation letter. At least until you are stripped of your noble title, this will be useful."

Garcia said angrily, "I am the descendant of a hero! How can you talk to me in such a tone..."

In the end, he still wrote the recommendation letter honestly.

There was nothing he could do. He was hungry.

...

A few days later, in the western suburbs of Allund City.

In an empty space in the western suburbs, a spectator stand had been built with wooden shelves. The outer side of the empty space was surrounded by fences, forming a small-scale arena.

At this moment, the outer side of the arena was filled with a sea of people.

Nobles, country gentry, wealthy people, and other upper-class nobles were sitting neatly in the spectator stand, while the general public was surrounding the fence.

Everyone was walking shoulder to shoulder and leading the way. They were all looking at the arena in front of them.

The crowd was boisterous and bustling!

In the competitor's seat on the side of the arena, Baron Garcia was helping Heath put on the armor with his valet.

"Carmen, where's the wrist guard? Quickly find the wrist guard!"

"Is there oil on the seam? Didn't I say that? Don't let me see rust!"

"How is it, Heath? Does the armor fit you?"

Heath had ordered this armor from a blacksmith in the city. After all, it was impossible for a limited space pocket to hold these inexplicable things.

Heath moved around and nodded. "It's okay."

It was a full-body plate armor. It was definitely not comfortable to wear this kind of heavy metal equipment. No matter how well-made it was, it would be limited.

If it were not for the fact that the tournament had insisted on wearing armor in order to participate in the tournament, Heath would definitely not be willing to wear it.

Baron Garcia continued, "Carmen, where's the horse? Where's our Knight's warhorse?"

Carmen said, "It's in the stable, Sir."

Garcia kicked Carmen angrily. "It's already so late, and the horse is still in the stable? Didn't I say to bring it over earlier?"

"I'll go now, Sir."

"Forget it. I'll go myself. Otherwise you'll mess up again!"

Baron Garcia said, "Heath, we'll go get you a warhorse. You wait here for a while."

Heath nodded. "Okay."

The two of them rushed to the stable in a panic.

Heath leaned against the fence at the side and waited.

"Look at that Knight!"

"He's so heroic. I've never seen him before. Is he from another city?"

"What beautiful black hair."

Although the full metal armor was uncomfortable to wear, it was flawless in terms of appearance. The Gothic style of the armor was flamboyant. The sharp edges and smooth lines made it very attractive to wear.

In addition to Heath's handsome features and rare black hair, he quickly attracted the attention of many girls.

But at this moment, Heath suddenly felt a sharp gaze shooting at him.

He turned his head and saw a familiar figure in the audience.

Even without the spiritual connection between the same kind, that silver-gray hair was really eye-catching among the crowd.

"Why is she here?"

Heath was very surprised. After all, based on his understanding of Shirley, this girl did not seem like a person who liked to join in the fun.

While Heath was puzzled, Shirley's mouth suddenly moved.

At the same time, a voice sounded in Heath's ear. This should be the Apprentice-level spell, [Demon Whisper]. It was a spell that could transmit sound over a long distance. It required a demon bloodline to learn it.

She said, "Why are you here!?"

Compared to her usual coldness, Shirley's voice now had a rare emotion in it. However, this was not a good emotion, but hostility and vigilance.

Heath was even more confused. What had offended her?

"Look! It's the Goddess' Blessing! And the victory wreath!"

"So beautiful!"

"I really hope my Knight can win the championship..."

At this moment, there was a burst of noise from the crowd, and everyone's eyes turned to a certain place.

Over there, a noble in a pure white robe walked into the field barefoot under the protection of a group of Knights in bright armor.

He was carrying a wooden tray with both hands, and his expression was solemn and pious.

On the wooden tray was the prize for the champion of this tournament.

After seeing the prize, Heath finally knew why Shirley was here.

He also finally knew where Shirley's hostility came from...