Looking at his Knight Order, almost disastrously damaged, his heart was bleeding.
Such power was his foundation upon arriving in the Northern Province, yet lost more than a third in an instant.
And it was taken away just like that.
At that moment, he truly felt the urge to kill.
Of course, compared to Laine Walt's anger, the Great Knight and over a dozen Official Knights at the large iron ore deposit couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief amidst their confusion.
They had been desperate, with some feeling they couldn't hold out.
But unexpectedly, amidst such circumstances, an unexpected event occurred.
"Who is it?"
The Great Knight mumbled to himself, his expression tinged with doubt.
The others were similarly bewildered.
They were just about to give up.
Especially the Great Knight, who earned only a thousand Gold Coins a year, had no intention of fighting desperately for Thor, not to mention the Eagle Merchant Association.
