Demon Knight

The carriage made its way smoothly through the streets of Princeton. The coachman was probably a native of the imperial capital as he took shortcuts. It seemed that he was determined to get his hands on the ten silver moores that Locke had promised.

Locke took advantage of this time to take a nap. He was going to the Hall of Knights to buy some stuff. As more and more high-rank Knechts and above gathered in the Hall of Knights, the commercial street inside the Hall of Knights became more and more prosperous. High-rank Knechts could be seen everywhere selling their wares.

The Hall of Knights didn't care about the Knechts selling their wares. They only charged the stall owners a fee.

Angelina's scorpiondrake still hadn't been properly stored away. It was more than three metres tall and couldn't live in the black pearl anymore. The grandmeisterin had promised Angelina that he would help her solve this problem, but there had been no news of him until now. It was most likely that he hadn't taken care of it yet.

Locke wanted to see if he could find a treasure to house Angie. Even if he couldn't, he could at least broaden his horizons. After all, it was rare to see thousands of high-rank Knechts gathered together.

The carriage stopped at a corner of Constantine Street at around three in the afternoon.

"Master, we're here." The coachman's voice came from outside the carriage.

Locke was already awake. He lifted the curtains and flicked a gold moore to the coachman. "Keep the change. Have a good new year with your family!"

It had only been a few days since the new year, and it was still the time for families to reunite and enjoy the new year. It wasn't easy for the coachman to work at this time.

"Thank you, Master!" said the coachman gratefully.

Locke ignored the coachman and walked towards the entrance of the Hall of Knights.

Although there were still quite a few knights lingering outside the Hall of Knights, their numbers were much smaller than before.

Xith was still stationed at the side entrance of the Hall of Knights. It was his job.

"Is there anything good today?" asked Locke after greeting him.

No one was more familiar with the good stuff in the Hall of Knights than these local tyrants. Xerxes basically stayed in the Hall of Knights every day, so he would definitely be the first to know if there were any new toys or cheap items.

"Even if there is, you won't be able to use it!" Xith sniffed angrily. He was unlucky enough to be guarding the door, but Locke could stay in the land of gentleness. As a friend, he felt extremely unfair.

"Alright, I'll give you something good!" After Locke finished speaking, his palm flashed, and a pink shell appeared in his hand.

Xith's eyes widened, and with a wave of his hand, the pink shell disappeared.

"Where did you get such a good thing?" Xith looked around furtively. After making sure that no one was paying attention to them, he grabbed Locke's collar and asked.

"Cough, cough." He broke free from his collar and explained, "Angelina's grandmeisterin gave it to me."

Xith knew that Locke had a caster girlfriend, and that the female caster was a princess. This was also the reason why he felt jealous when he saw Locke just now. Comparisons were odious.

"An official magus?" Xerxes asked in surprise.

"That's right!" There was no need for Locke to lie about this, so he nodded.

"Then you're in luck. Please take care of me in the future!" Xith shamelessly hugged Locke's thigh.

"These are only produced in Lake Baikal, and only Ritter and casters can enjoy them!" Xith said as he clenched the pink shell in his hand.

The Wailing Clam tasted good and could increase one's resistance to fire magic. Only the empire's nobles, Ritter and casters were lucky enough to have a taste of it. It was a symbol of their status. Otherwise, why wouldn't it be popular when there were other foods that tasted better and had the same effect?

"Can you tell me now?" Locke didn't have the heart to tell him that it was a leftover Wailing Clam.

In fact, he still had a lot of them in his spatial ring. They were all thrown away by Grandmeisterin Parlina during lunch. Locke wouldn't eat food that was thrown away because it wasn't necessary. However, he could sell them off.

As a nobody, Locke always wanted to maximize his profits. He couldn't stand the thought of things that still had value being thrown away like rubbish.

"Hmph, you came at the right time. There's a group of demon-hunter knights here today. They're setting up a stall next to the Kangle Tavern on the commercial street. Hurry up or you'll miss out on the good stuff!" After getting Locke's benefit, Xith didn't want to continue pestering him, so he told Locke his exact location.

"Thanks!" Locke patted Xith's shoulder and walked into the Hall of Knights.

Demon-Hunter knights were rare in Princeton, or rather, in the entire Missia Continent. Because this group of knights was a group of knights that specialized in hunting magicians.

The casters they hunted were obviously not from the Sanctum, but black casters from the Magus Continent on the east coast.

There was a mix of good and bad casters among them. Some were extreme, opposed to secular ethics and disobeyed the rules set by the Sanctum. They were more inclined to do things according to their whims. Some even treated other people's lives like ants and conducted all sorts of inhumane experiments.

These types of casters were collectively known as black casters.

Black casters weren't just limited to the Missia Continent. Casters from the Magus Continent on the east coast were also hostile to black casters.

In order to ensure peace and stability in the Three Western Isles, the Hall of Knights had set up a series of demon-hunting missions specifically to hunt down black casters who came to the Three Western Isles to wreak havoc.

The spirit of the black caster that Locke and Joaquin had encountered when they were on a mission back then was one of the demon-hunters that had slipped through the net. After all, the Three Western Isles were too large and the coastline that needed to be guarded was too long. The number of knights was limited, so they couldn't cover everything.

However, Locke had heard some rumors that the demon-hunters seemed to be more interested in the casters on the east coast than the black casters.

For some reason, the Hall of Knights often released inaccurate information. For example, a powerful Demon Hunter knight had managed to kill a so-called Black Magician with great difficulty, only to find out that the Black Magician was not a Black Magician at all, but a White Magician from an organization on the East Coast who was here for vacation and training.

In the end, the organization came looking for them, but since they'd already killed the person, they couldn't just return the corpse. In the end, they decided to just go with the flow and assume that the person was a black caster.

As a result, the Three Western Isles had always been at odds with many organizations on the east coast.

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