Chambers glared at him and said, "You're so ignorant. Don't tell anyone you're my apprentice."
Ronnie snorted and said, "Is being your apprentice something to be proud of? I don't think so." "I can see that. Of course I know what the strength of ten thousand mages represents in a real war. If they combine their powers and cast spells simultaneously, even the most powerful knightly order probably couldn't break through. Mages aren't stupid enough to fight knights head-on. I'm just talking about a comparison of strength."
Chambers snorted irritably, "You brat, are you playing dumb with me? Looks like you know quite a bit."
Ronnie chuckled and said, "Of course! Wars between the great empires are just the same old thing: warriors fight on the front lines, and mages bombard from behind. It's just a battle of attrition, what's the point?"
Chambers shook his head, his expression serious. "No, you're wrong. War is also an art, an art of iron and blood. If it were as easy as you say, those so-called famous generals wouldn't stand a chance. But that's none of our business. You just need to master your cooking skills from now on."
The silver-feathered knight who had arrived on horseback dismounted, walked a few steps to the carriage, and respectfully said, "Madam, Miss, we're only a few dozen miles from Ice City. I've already booked an inn there. Shall we rest first, or hurry to Ice City for lunch?"
A knight with... A languid, melodious voice drifted from the carriage, "Captain Feng, the environment here is quite nice. Let's rest for a bit. We've traveled such a long way; everyone must be tired."
Captain Feng respectfully replied, "Yes, Madam." He then gave a signal to the knights beside him, who immediately dismounted and walked towards the roadside. Their direction was directly towards Chambers and Ronnie. Coincidentally, the place where Chambers and Ronnie were resting was an open space, several large trees blocking the sunlight, their dappled shadows providing a cool respite.
These knights had clearly already spotted Chambers and Ronnie. One knight strode over, his voice cold and hard, and said, "Please leave immediately." As he spoke, he casually tossed a few silver coins towards Chambers.
On the continent of Yangon, all currencies were interchangeable. The most valuable was the purple gold coin. One purple gold coin was equal to ten gold coins, one hundred silver coins, or one thousand copper coins. A few silver coins were enough for an average family to live on for half a month. These knights were quite generous.
Chambers, a former ghost chef, was always treated with exceptional courtesy wherever he went. Seeing a few silver coins tossed to him, he didn't even glance at them, coldly scoffing, "Do you think we're beggars? This roadside isn't your home."
The knight stepped forward, his expression unchanged, but an invisible aura emanated a faint pressure as he repeated his earlier words, "Please leave immediately."
"What right do you have to be so domineering?" Ronnie angrily blocked his master's path, unafraid despite knowing the other party possessed the strength of a swordsman.
Looking at the chubby boy before him, the knight frowned, his hand on the hilt of his sword, repeating for the third time, "Please leave immediately." Clearly, if refused again, he would immediately attack.
At this moment, two people alighted from the carriage—two women. The heavenly voice rang out again, "Forget it, this isn't our place. Why make things difficult for others when we're traveling?" The melodious voice attracted Ronnie's attention. When he saw the two graceful figures, he was stunned.
The woman in front appeared to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She wore a light blue dress embroidered with beautiful patterns in silver thread. She had delicate eyebrows, a refined nose, and skin as smooth as jade. Her long, dark green hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, held back by a silver ring. Her clear blue eyes and a faint smile graced her face as she looked directly at him.
Ronnie's gaze froze completely. His usually steady hands trembled slightly. Chambers, seeing this woman, couldn't help but admire her inwardly. Having traversed the continent for many years, he had rarely seen such exquisitely beautiful women.
"You little pervert, who told you to look at my mother like that?" The little girl beside the beautiful woman suddenly jumped out, hands on her hips, glaring at Ronnie. She looked about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a white dress. Her features resembled the beautiful woman's by about seven-tenths, full of childlike innocence. Even in anger, her cuteness remained undiminished. Her short, dark green hair just past her ears, and her hands on her hips only accentuated her adorable charm.
"Mommy, Mommy!" Ronnie's eyes glistened with tears as he suddenly cried out, "Mommy—Mommy—!" Chambers couldn't stop him, and he rushed towards the beautiful woman.
The knight who had been in front of them moved swiftly, stepping aside to block Ronnie's path. But at this moment, Ronnie's eyes were fixed solely on the beautiful woman. His chubby body quickly shifted to the side, his right hand instinctively drawing the knight's longsword from his waist. Wielding the sword like a knife, he swiftly unleashed seven consecutive slashes at the knight. Simultaneously, his left hand flicked its fingers, sending two ice spikes flying straight at the knight's eyes.
As a swordsman, a knight of the Silver Feather Knights, he was bound to undergo trials of blood and fire. But even so, how much defense could he possibly have against a child who only reached his waist? The longsword that had been with him for years seemed to come alive in Ronnie's hands. The seven rapid, continuous strikes, though devoid of any specific technique, were all about speed. In self-defense, the knight instinctively leaned back, dodging the ice spikes and the longsword aimed at him. He did dodge the ice spikes, but the longsword's seven consecutive strikes were too fast for him to completely avoid. After a year of training with a woodcutter's axe, Ronnie's wrist strength was nearing that of an adult. The longsword instantly sparked from the knight's silver armor. Although it didn't actually harm the knight, it forced him into a very awkward position.