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Nicil's face was filled with shock and astonishment.
His gaze at Kieran had more astonishment than his expression. The conclusion that he had just made in his heart was overturned just like that.
For Nicil, it wasn't a good feeling.
However, he couldn't think any further.
A killing intent that was colder and sharper than the sword on his neck pierced his heart.
Nicil knew that Kieran wasn't joking.
If he didn't say it out loud, Kieran would really kill him.
When he saw Kieran's calm and emotionless eyes, the thought popped up in his heart.
"Schmidt is in the hall with the other trial participants, and …"
"Congratulations, you have passed!"
Nicil said after a deep breath.
Then, Nicil pointed at the tip of the sword in front of him and said slowly, "I think we have a more suitable way to communicate!"
"Is that so?
But I think our way of communication should be this direct. Now, tell those bastards who came close to this place to go back, otherwise I can't guarantee what I will do!
And bring me to Schmidt right now! "
Kieran laughed coldly as he glanced over the seemingly empty little wooden house. The killing intent that was accumulated from killing was like a whirlwind, whistling and filling up the house.
Fuuuu!
The flames of the bonfire in the room immediately dimmed.
A chilling sensation that could cause one's soul to tremble started to spread, causing those who came close to the house to halt their steps as if they were frozen.
However, most of them had fear in their eyes.
It was as if they had seen the scariest fiend.
Nicil sensed the helpers and apprentices who hadn't experienced a real battle before. He sighed helplessly and said, "2567, I said you have passed! You don't have to … "
"I said, bring me to Schmidt right now!"
Kieran moved his wrist forward slightly and the tip of [Arrogant Word] was pinned on Nicil's neck. Lines of red started to flow down the tip of the sword.
The demonic light on the blade began to flicker.
Kieran's unyielding attitude that was as hard as a rock had rendered Nicil speechless.
Nicil looked at Kieran who was holding the greatsword calmly. At that moment, Nicil felt like he was looking at another person.
So, Nicil didn't say anything in the end.
Nicil knew it was useless to say anything now.
The only way was to bring Kieran to see Schmidt.
"As expected of Nikorei's assistant, should I say?"
"Exactly the same bad temper!"
With an indescribable sigh in his heart, Nicil raised his hand and pressed on the crystal ball.
Ka!
With the sound of a spring turning, the bed on one side of the wooden house began to descend, and a flight of stairs appeared.
"Follow me!"
Nicil said before he strode over to Kieran.
Kieran followed closely behind.
From the beginning to the end, [Arrogant Word] was placed on Nicil's shoulder and the tip of the sword was placed close to his neck.
Nicil looked like he was ready to fight.
Nicil was one of the examiners of the trials.
Kieran, of course, knew about it.
But because he knew, Kieran chose to do so.
He needed the Holy Church to be wary of him, and not act recklessly towards him!
This time, they used Schmidt as the 'trial material'.
What about next time?
Even though Kieran had guessed the Sanctuary's intentions, choosing between a mission and a friend and using that as a foundation to extend to life, comrades, and companions, everything else...
Every single one of them could be considered as the best in life.
Every single one of them could be considered as something that people yearned for.
Still, it didn't mean that Kieran was willing to allow Nicil to build the best and the yearning on his painful choice.
Even though Kieran acknowledged the best and the yearning, it was still the same.
In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that he had guessed the situation of the trials, Kieran wouldn't have threatened Nicil the next time he saw him. Kieran would have killed him directly.
He would have killed him without hesitation.
Therefore, the killing intent that Nicil felt wasn't some deceitful act, it was real.
Besides …
Even until now, the killing intent hadn't gone away.
Nicil who had [Arrogant Word] on his neck felt it the clearest.
"Not only does he have Nikorei's bad temper, but the way he does things is also similar to Tiki's?"
Nicil was feeling a little regretful at that moment.
It was supposed to be a normal trial test. Why did he insist on joining in the fun when he heard that Nikorei's assistant was coming?
Shouldn't he be in his room now, formulating a new training plan for the trial-goers who might have a chance of becoming a Holy Knight?
It shouldn't be like this!
Nicil walked faster and faster as he was troubled.
He was eager to shake off Kieran who was behind him.
Meanwhile, in a certain big room, one of the few who saw the scene was laughing out loud.
His laughter was extremely carefree.
One could tell just by listening to his laughter.
Also, by listening to his laughter that didn't stop for a long time, one could tell how carefree he was.
"Teacher!"
Boller who was standing beside reminded his teacher when he saw the others in the room were getting uglier by the second.
"Well done, Boller!"
"You have finally found a suitable candidate to participate in the trials. This is too exciting. Did you see Nicil's expression?"
This is too exciting! "
Shouted an old man with a sturdy figure. Even in this cold environment, he was bare-chested, revealing scars all over his body.
The old man was really happy. Looking at the stone table that was being slammed and the stone chips flying everywhere.
However, in the room, the faces of the others who saw this scene became even more unsightly.
"Smulder!
This is the Sanctuary Council Hall! Someone is looking down on the dignity of the Sanctuary! I suggest that he be disqualified! "
A bald old man with a snow-white beard that reached his chest shouted in a low voice.
"What did you say? Louder!
"I can't hear what you're saying, trash Simon!"
Smulder who was bare upper body raised his right pinky finger to his ear before squinting at the old man who shouted.
"You!"
The old man named Simon stood up abruptly and stared angrily at Smulder.
"I thought you would attack me directly!
What a piece of trash! "
Smulder flicked his pinky finger at Simon and an obvious piece of earwax flew towards Simon's face.
KABOOM!
Amidst the explosion that sounded like hundreds of kilograms of explosives, Simon felt like he was rammed by a heavy truck when the earwax landed on his face.
Not only was it sent flying, it even embedded itself into the sturdy wall beside him.
"Smulder!"
The other two in the room shouted.
One of them was a short middle-aged man with a long beard that reached the ground.
The other one was a girl with a pretty face and her age couldn't be determined.
As the words were spoken, both of them stood in front of Smulder, one on the left and one on the right.
"Mayer, Ohara?
You guys are on the same side as the useless Simon? "
Smulder raised a brow.
"No, we are just …"
"I don't care what you guys are doing this for, I only want to say one thing. I am in charge of the Sanctuary trials this time, whether they are qualified or not is up to me!"
"Anyone! Anyone! Anyone who dares to point their fingers and touch the trial-goers recklessly, I will skin them alive and break their bones! "
Smulder interrupted Mayer's words and said in a loud and clear voice.
While he was speaking, Smulder's eyes were looking at a certain direction: where Simon was embedded into the wall.
After that, Smulder turned around and left.
He didn't even give anyone the chance to explain.
Boller looked at his teacher's back with a bitter smile. He apologized to Mayer and Ohara again before he quickly chased after Smulder.
As for Simon?
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