Chapter 669: [669] Dangerous Knight(2).

Chapter 669: [669] Dangerous Knight(2).



He was dragging Edward along, grabbing him by his hair. The lad was trying his best to escape, but it was useless under that knight's titanic grip.

Alexander grew alarmed, ready to strike at any moment, as the Knight came to an abrupt stop in front of them.

He dropped Edward to the ground, who got up almost immediately. He didn't try attacking, however, having learned a lesson.

The knight stood in between them all, and reached forward to grab Olivia, but Alexander grabbed his hand first.

Olivia wondered who would win between the two of them, but the sparks that could be seen between them were not a good sign. She didn't want him to get hurt for no reason at all, fairly certain the knight wouldn't kill them.

Whether those sparks were her own imagination or Alexander preparing an electrical attack was a mystery, she ignored it and stood up, looking at the knight with confusion.

'Does it understand us?' She wondered if it would understand human tongue, unfortunately, she wasn't a dragon and neither was the knight, and she wasn't eager enough to learn whatever language spirits spoke.

She could call her own spirit, but her spirit's rank was too low for it to be capable of communication. She hadn't focused much on it. Arken's Terra Damnum course didn't include spiritmancy.

The knight freed himself by phasing his arm through Alexander's grip. It caught Alexander by surprise, but the knight raised his hands before he could make a move, indicating he was not here for a fight.

Picking up Olivia's rapier at the side, he used it to... draw in the snow beneath their feet. He made two arrows, one pointing at Edward and one towards Olivia. Then, he started to write.

Alex, Emma, Olivia, and Edward peered in, trying to see what he was trying to write and surprised. It was English, albeit crude and simple.

The letters were malformed and sometimes displaced, but it was not that difficult to understand what they meant.

[Spirit. Good. More. Aura. Warrior. Bloodline.]

Those six words were misspelled, and horrible to look at with the knight's writing, but understandable. The words Spirit, Good, and more were beneath the arrow pointing towards Olivia, while the other's beneath the one pointing towards Edward.

The knight started to write again.

[Touch. Me.]

His writing was definitely better, but the usage of his words and vocabulary were not. He may not be making any mistakes like before, but he was making other kinds of mistakes now. Wording had to appropriate, lest it be misunderstood.

He moved his hand towards her, intending to shake her hand, and waited. Olivia sighed, knowing she couldn't exactly blame the knight. She didn't know how he learned their language and from where, but it required some work.

Trusting him, she raised her hand as well, interlocking it with the Knight's. She felt her mana being drained at a rapid pace, and was about to fall over before Alexander supported her. The process was relatively quick.

The knight had gotten smaller, no longer towering above them, and was now similar to Alexander in height. He also gained a feather made of blue flame connected to his helmet. It was a strange flame, one that didn't provide any warmth.

The sudden depletion of her mana was gone, and she could stand without help again. She actually felt reinvigorated, and less cold. As if her resistance had been upgraded!

Her snake spirit had been summoned as well, without her volition. It slithered towards the knight and climbed up his body, wrapping around his arm.

"Ah, I can finally talk now. It was such a pain just writing, you know? But your language was surprisingly simple! I'm a master at this kind of thing!"

They heard the most pleasant voice escape his helmet. It was kind of a shock, considering it contrasted his appearance completely. Everybody looked at him in shock, and he looked

around.

"Well, I admit my body is great but please stop... You are making me blush!"

They stopped immediately, and their gazes of shock were replaced by those of disgust. The

knight sighed.

"Huh, not the humorous type, eh? A spirit can't even crack a joke, tsk tsk."