Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
The red-haired youth's fist landed on the guard's long sword.
The sound of metal clashing rang out as the long sword broke. The young knight's lips curled up into a wanton smile as his fist was about to land on the guard's chest.
The leader of the middle-aged knights used his hand to grab tightly onto the red-haired youth's fist as he frowned.
"Hawthorne, restrain yourself!"
The red-haired youth snorted coldly and struggled free of the middle-aged knight's hand.
"Don't forget, Tulip Academy of Magic and Harriet."
The middle-aged knight said seriously, "The terror of a saint-level powerhouse is not something you can imagine!"
"I will also be a saint-level knight in the future!"
Hawthorne laughed, revealing his white teeth. They looked very sharp, like a wolf.
"Then we'll talk about it after you become a saint-level knight."
The middle-aged knight felt a headache.