Silvermoon Inner Castle, Council Hall.
Viscount Silver Moon sat alone in the hall, rubbing his temples, and sighed with furrowed brows.
Since the Evil Spirit incident occurred, he hasn’t had a good night’s sleep.
The ignorant lower-class citizens rely thought Kubero Manor was haunted, using it as idle chatter over als, but only he knew how severe the situation really was.
It was an Evil Spirit after all!
A legendary evil undead creature!
If handled improperly, the entire Stone Bell City might turn into a ghost domain!
To deal with the Evil Spirit in the manor, he had already lost one great knight and five knights, the pain felt as if it was bleeding.
But despite such a great sacrifice, the Evil Spirit remained lively, and even because of devouring the souls of six knights, it beca more fierce and terrifying.
If it’s not exterminated quickly, the situation will only get worse!
Thinking of this, Viscount Silver Moon couldn’t help but grind his teeth in hatred toward Kubero, who was already locked in the dungeon.
If that fool couldn’t even watch over his wife, and let her be deceived by the Starfire Sect to bring that wicked bloody flower into the manor, and then, when the death incident happened, fearing for his reputation, he sealed the news, it wouldn’t have developed into an irreparable situation.
This kind of fool, who harms others and himself, can’t extinguish his anger even if killed ten tis!
Taking a deep breath, Viscount Silver Moon cald his anger and asked the secretary next to him, "Are the recruits all here?"
"They are all here, my lord," the secretary bowed and said, "They are all waiting in the reception hall in front."
Viscount Silver Moon grunted a response, stood up, and walked outside.
To exterminate that Evil Spirit, the power under his command was certainly not enough, he had to recruit so rcenaries or wandering knights from outside.
When dealing with a powerful and terrifying Evil Spirit, an extra knight’s force is good.
What a pity, if only a Wizard could be found.
Not those frauds who claim to be Wizards but actually just put on a mystical facade, but real Wizards instead.
For dealing with Evil Spirits, they are truly the professionals.
But Wizards always have elusive whereabouts, and for the mont, Viscount Silver Moon didn’t know where to find them.
"I heard that the second son of the forr Flash Baron beca a Wizard, I wonder if it’s true or just a rumor?"
In contemplation, Viscount Silver Moon had already arrived in the reception hall.
He glanced around, there were more than twenty people sitting in the hall, almost all clad in armor, thirty to forty-year-old robust n.
Knights not of noble birth, due to inferior quality in training breathing techniques and a lack of resources, usually only advance to Knights at thirty or forty years old.
Moreover, typically a Knight is the endpoint, unless there’s a fortunate encounter, otherwise, it’s a lifeti without advancing to a great knight.
So the people sitting in the hall right now, having a peak Knight would be considered not bad, don’t expect a great Knight.
However, one person’s attire was rather eye-catching, causing Viscount Silver Moon to look a few more tis involuntarily.
That person was not only dressed in a thin gray robe but also wore a Night Owl mask, standing out among the armored knights.
Yet those who could sit here had all passed the preliminary assessnt and were confird to possess Knight-level strength, so Viscount Silver Moon said no more, directly went to the first seat inside the hall, sat down, and waved to indicate to the secretary.
The secretary imdiately stepped forward, looked around, and said, "First, thank you all for attending the recruitnt. The specific situation has been explained in the recruitnt announcent, but here I still have to remind everyone, the Evil Spirit in Kubero Manor is very powerful, even a strong Knight could die if careless, even so, do you still want to participate?"
The faces of all present remained unchanged.
The fact that several knights died in Kubero Manor was already well known in Stone Bell City, they certainly wouldn’t be unaware.
In this situation, coming to the recruitnt clearly indicates they have psychological preparation.
"I have only one question." A burly man said in a muffled voice, "Is the reward of one thousand Gold Coins real?"
The secretary glanced at the man, nodded, and said, "Of course it’s real, this one thousand Gold Coins will be evenly split among you based on your strength, if unfortunately one falls in the manor, we will also send the money to the designated family mbers or relatives."
Upon hearing this, the knights present all revealed expressions of joy.
Splitting one thousand Gold Coins among more than twenty people, even the weakest should get twenty or thirty Gold Coins, right?
It’s almost comparable to their three or four years’ inco!
At this ti, a voice suddenly sounded.
"If it’s just participating, does that an the entire one thousand Gold Coins would be mine?"
This statent instantly made the atmosphere in the hall beco stagnant.
Everyone turned to look, finding that it was the masked and individualistic guy speaking.
"Tsk, big mouth."
"Do you know what you’re talking about?"
"Want to take all one thousand Gold Coins alone? Heh, just curious if you have the strength?"
"Haven’t seen such a brazen guy in a long ti."
Nurous malicious glances gathered on the masked man.
In these days, who coming out as rcenaries or wandering knights are easy to provoke?
Seeing soone more audacious than themselves made many people instantly displeased.
"Kid, if you want to take the bounty alone, get past first."
A tiger-backed bear-waist man stood up, patted the refined iron giant axe on his back, and stared nacingly at the masked man.
"Seeing you so arrogant, you must have so skills, so let’s compete, whoever loses kneels to learn to bark like a dog and then withdraw, dare you?"
Soone recognized the sturdy man as a well-known wandering knight, whose strength had long reached a high-level Knight, and his gaze towards the masked man suddenly carried so schadenfreude.
"That’s a good suggestion!"
"Haha, have a match!"
"Whoever chickens out is a coward!"
"Kid, go on, aren’t you afraid?"
The knights clamored.
Viscount Silver Moon coldly observed this scene without stopping it.
Truthfully, he too was a bit curious about the masked man’s background.
Daring to say such things in such a setting, it’s either a fool or soone very confident in their strength.
He intuitively felt the masked man shouldn’t be the forr.
Under the watchful eyes, the masked man, or rather Sunan, simply nodded calmly.
"Nice suggestion, let’s do it then."
Sunan raised his head to et the burly man’s gaze, and an unusual light erged in the eyes behind the mask.
"Now, you can kneel and learn to bark like a dog."
The sneer on the burly man’s face quickly vanished, his facial features montarily turned blank.
Under the shocked gazes of everyone, the burly man slowly knelt on the ground and opened his mouth.
"Woof!"
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