Dear Broom Knight

Clap, clap, clap!

The youngest knight of the Sabretooth Tiger Adventuring Party was practically glowing as he looked at Yuri, his applause particularly loud.

Even the swordsman, who was usually taciturn, couldn't help but smile as he looked at him: "What? Do you think Yuri is amazing?"

"Ah… that kind of open-eyed lying, that kind of lip service that instantly turns oneself and the other party into family when you clearly can't win a fight, is truly admirable."

The tall, young knight expressed the most incredible admiration with the most fervent voice.

The swordsman's smile suddenly froze.

It seemed that all the true knightly principles, so admired by the world, had disappeared within the Sabretooth Tiger Adventuring Party.

They were clearly about to fight to the death on the battlefield for their country and their monarch!

How could they admire such flowery, nonsensical talk!

He was so clever and capable, never doing unnecessary things or saying unnecessary words, so why was he stuck with these guys?

Even if a slightly abnormal group inevitably needed one normal person, why couldn't there be another one to keep him company?

Completely ignoring the fact that he also never liked dealing with that exceptionally standard knight, Alex, the steady, older swordsman could only sigh slowly: "In the future, if you all grow up to be a combination of Leon and Yuri, that would be…"

"So wonderful!" Million said with a look of longing on his face, standing next to him.

Seven chuckled.

Leon nodded helplessly: "Although it's a bit embarrassing, well, the young baron shouldn't care about such a small matter, let's just go straight ahead!

Remember to wear your white feathers properly."

"Although we can't use them, at least we have them," Yuri added with a smile. "The group opposite, who claim to be loyal to their duchess, don't all have them."

"Grand Knight Yagris is truly living wisely," Leon sighed. "Although she is always swayed by emotions and seems a bit muddled.

But to be able to do whatever you want according to the desires of your heart is such a luxurious thing!"

Seven looked left and right, then seriously asked: "Are you leisurely waiting for them to injure a few more or for someone to die?"

"Silly child, of course we're waiting for someone to backstab! Even allies that must be acknowledged have to appear at the right time to avoid 'misunderstandings'," Yuri replied with a smile. "Yagris's subordinates are indeed loyal to her, but her knightly order has been stuffed full of the king's eyes!

That thoughtful lady won't harm the interests of her beloved Yag when she's causing trouble.

But she certainly won't let the toys that His Majesty the King sends her go to waste.

Anyway, for Grand Knight Yagris, everything that's sent in by others, she won't care where it came from, but she can't guarantee they'll all return, right? Leon."

"Those people and us were never on the same path," Leon replied very simply, without any change in expression. "How could those willing to serve His Majesty the King in some capacity and those directly dispatched by His Majesty the King be the same?

Even if His Majesty the King mentions it himself, he will only be talking about that internal affairs officer; those are his people.

Those who work for money will naturally disappear once the money arrives."

"Ice Dogs really have no patience," Million, who had been cross-monitoring with another swordsman, couldn't help but shake his head when he returned… Although some people would still respect the ice god's heretical cult because of their problematic identity, the followers of the Northern King would absolutely not say a good word about them.

So, even if they didn't bring dogs, they would only use the words 'Ice Dogs' to describe those heretics.

"I think their movements are forcing the internal spies in Yagris's knightly order to take action," Million complained. "The dogs bark too loudly; everyone understands.

No matter when that guy moves, knights with any brains have already made full preparations, either back-to-back or back-to-wall; people who aren't trusted aren't allowed within three meters."

"So, if they still have bad luck, they can't complain; that's good," Yuri nodded in agreement. "It just depends on who's blind!"

These days, it's actually very common for people around you to become spies or even heretics for no reason.

Friends and family, next-door neighbors—no one knows if they'll suddenly have another identity.

People who have lived together in the same knightly order for decades might still have problems!

In short, as long as they don't let someone backstab them successfully, everyone will just laugh it off.

But with the defense of a knight, being truly schemed against only means one thing… their relationship is already comparable to husband and wife or lovers.

After all, the knight's own physique and defense are there; the only time they completely drop their guard is probably during certain charming nights.

That is a level of trust that even a father and son would find difficult to achieve.

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Faced with the life-or-death test that Yagris's knightly order was about to face, Seven gently plucked the strings of his lyre: "No casualties and unlucky guy is me, two choices, left or right?"

Except for the steady swordsman, who had no interest in their conversation and was constantly observing the movements in the distance, everyone else rushed to Seven's left.

"Ah…" Seven thought for a moment, then slightly moved his body, placing the swordsman, who was standing on tiptoe to look into the distance, on his right side. "There always has to be someone to take the fall!"

The betting pool was established, and the members of the Sabretooth Tiger began to discuss the stakes.

Under the swordsman's icy gaze, some bizarre suggestions were quickly discarded, such as the loser being responsible for washing everyone's stinky socks.

There was no way around it; they didn't bring attendants and couldn't casually hire a laundry worker; even as powerful practitioners, the members of the Sabretooth Tiger could only handle these daily chores themselves.

No matter how clean someone was, after being trapped in a metal can for a few hours, the smell of the lining was indescribable, let alone the socks.

Moreover, they had long since left the painful apprentice period, and even if they smelled their own manly scent now, no one would be willing.

Of course, the most important thing was that the Sabretooth Tiger was poor enough that they couldn't afford good clothes with self-cleaning runes.

Under the swordsman's fierce stare, everyone finally reached a consensus: the loser would be responsible for washing dishes for this adventure mission.

Although it was still a hateful task, the swordsman, who couldn't cook, was usually the one who washed the dishes anyway.

So, even though he was still very unhappy about being schemed against, he nodded in agreement.