It seemed that the Royal College of Magic and Magic was determined to capture their trump card. The lineup of the capture team this time was truly luxurious. There were a total of 62 knights from the Sixth Knight Regiment escorting the Third Prince to apologize. They were all above the fifth grade and were temporarily recruited by the Supreme Magus Steins. Rob's old rival, the eighth grade Grand Magus Demain, personally came.
The Third Prince, who played the role of an "accomplice" and a "traitor" in this incident, was watching the fun from the side. He didn't mind the matter getting bigger. He laughed and waved at the crowd. "I wish you all victory. May the Vice Principal succeed immediately. It's just a mere Rob. Won't it be a piece of cake for you to make a move?"
Then, His Royal Highness felt a chill at the back of his neck. He was lifted into the air by a huge elemental hand.
"Since the information was provided by Your Royal Highness, I'll have to trouble Your Royal Highness to make a trip with us. If we can't find Rob in Port Brador, hmph." The Vice Principal's eyes revealed a frightening murderous aura.
The Grand Magus didn't care about His Royal Highness Williams' pleas. He threw the Third Prince onto the back of his horse and led a group of Royal Knights towards Port Brador aggressively.
Don't think that all mages were a group of broad-minded saints who stood aloof from worldly affairs. At least, Vice Principal Demain definitely wasn't one. His Royal Highness, who was tied to the back of the horse, obviously had a deep understanding of this. Along the way, he didn't know if the old man did it on purpose, but he purposely chose the rugged path and rode the horse wherever it wasn't flat. In any case, the Vice Principal cast a Lighten Spell on himself.
This level 1 spell was usually not very eye-catching, but it was very useful in certain situations. For example, just now, when the Vice Principal rode the horse over a small patch of bushes, His Royal Highness Prince's chest was almost shattered when he landed, but the old man's body didn't even tremble.
Prince Williams wanted to cry but had no tears. He desperately winked at his subordinates in the Knight Regiment.
However, as the saying goes, like commander like subordinate.
Perhaps it was because the knights of the Sixth Knight Regiment had hung out with His Royal Highness for too long, but they had also picked up his shameless style of judging the situation and judging the situation. In front of the eighth-grade Grand Magus, the valiant knights didn't even look sideways, spurring their horses forward. It was as if no one had noticed the miserable situation of the prince not far away.
On the second day, Prince Williams, whose bones were about to fall apart, finally threw away all his royal dignity and begged with tears streaming down his face. The two sides finally reached an agreement. His Royal Highness was willing to be carried by the grand magus Your Honor in an incomparably humiliating position.
This was the reason for the spectacle witnessed by the residents of Port Labrador that morning.
Before being discovered, Shermie quickly retracted his head and sighed. "There's a saying in the capital that pigs can fly up trees. It's true. He promised to help us for half a month, but it's only the sixth day, and he has already joined the enemy. Eh, he can't even give us a half discount." Shermie sighed.
It could be seen that the retainer knight's resentment towards his master wasn't ordinary.
"What … what should we do now?" Rob stuttered. He couldn't help it. This was an old habit of his. Whenever he saw the fierce vice principal, the painful memories of being taught a lesson would automatically appear in the mind of the future supreme magus. Especially when he thought of the torture he might have to face if he was caught this time, it was already amazing that he didn't pass out on the spot.
Compared to the previous times, this time, he was undoubtedly in a worse situation. Although he was a sixth-grade Grand Magus, he didn't have a single magic device with him. In other words, right now, Rob was no different from an ordinary person. He had a great amount of magic power, but he only had one life skill, which was staring.
On the contrary, the retainer knight on the side was calmer. Shermie calmly drew out his sword and said, "Now, there's no way back. I'll rush out and try my best to stall them. Lord Rob, you go to the dock and board the ship."
The golden sunlight shone on the retainer knight's armor. Shermie's expression was so resolute and solemn. At that moment, in Rob's eyes, Shermie was unprecedentedly tall and mighty.
Because of his nature as a sidekick, although Rob and the retainer knight chatted happily on the way, in his mind, he only regarded the retainer knight as a jester. Many times, he even subconsciously ignored the retainer knight's identity as a knight.
However, in the Lion Heart Empire, even the lowest retainer knight had received formal and arduous training. They could memorize the Thirteen Knight's Principles. Helping the weak, being fearless of the powerful, upholding justice as their duty, and being willing to sacrifice themselves for their companions at any time.
This was what a knight should be in the eyes of the common people. This was the so-called chivalry!
At that moment, Your Honor, the future supreme magus, was deeply shocked by the little retainer knight's courage. Tears welled up in his eyes. Thinking back to the time they spent together, laughing and chatting, how could Rob bear to watch the young retainer knight die for him?
"No, if you want to go, let's go together," said Rob emotionally.
Shermie shook his head and responded in a low voice, "No chance. We can never outrun a royal knight group and a master mage. Isn't that how it is written in novels? At times like this, someone has to sacrifice. I think this is why fate chose you and me to travel together." Shermie shook his head and responded in a low voice. The retainer knight grinned and showed an ugly smile, "Lord Rob, there must be a reason why you've tried so hard to escape. If you just give up halfway, you won't be willing to give up. Freedom is right in front of you. You only need to stretch out your hand to get it. Especially at times like this, you can't give up so easily."
Shermie paused for a second and continued, "My father always told me that every one of us is born with our own mission. Some people figure out what their mission is very early, and some people don't even know it until they're fifty or sixty years old. However, when that day comes, no matter what you're doing, you'll be able to sense it. And for me, that day has finally come!"
When the retainer knight finished the last sentence word by word, a special look appeared on his young face.
Without waiting for Rob's answer, he waved the long sword in his hand and jumped down from the window on the second floor.
After landing on the ground, Shermie slightly adjusted his posture and rushed towards the arresting group not far away, towards those knights who were countless times more powerful than him, and towards the eighth level grand magus Demain, Your Honor.
Shermie's heroic posture was so natural and unrestrained, just like those legendary brave souls wandering on ancient battlefields.
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