The Bayman Orcs’ direct challenge quickly became a hot topic among the knights.

“Why don’t we go pay them a visit and put an end to their miserable lives? If we take the North, we will have united Brantia in name and reality,” Pranbow said.

Galfredik responded, “Ah! I’m all for it. My body’s itching after facing only weaklings for a while now. Swordmaster, I think we’ll get along nicely.”

“I agree as well. It’s only natural for honorable and valiant knights to recognize each other. I would have expected nothing less from you, Sir Galfredik,” Pranbow commented.

The elven swordmaster couldn’t be satisfied with the occasional bouts against Eugene, and Galfredik had returned unfulfilled after conquering weaker territories that even a dozen bandits could occupy. They gave each other a thumbs up with a smile.

Galfredik’s proficiency with the Brantian language grew to match Eugene’s level during the time he spent occupying the leftover territories. He had grown much more intelligent after becoming an Origin’s vassal, and he had spent quite a bit of time conversing with the locals as well. On the other hand, Eugene’s ability to interpret language had also improved massively. His proficiency in the Brantian language had become almost indistinguishable from the natives.

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