CHAPTER 786: BIGWIGS OF THE 614 KINGDOM_2

Their equipment was also different; it wasn’t standard-issue magic weapons and magic armor, but rather each had their own style, distinctly unique.

On their chests, they all wore the same medal—a True Knight Medal.

All these knights were indeed True Knights.

Especially the one leading them, who wore armor and a sword at his waist that were far superior to those of his fellow knights. His expression, too, was different from the other knights, appearing very indifferent and very serene.

The medal he wore on his chest was also different from the others.

It was a Sword Saint Medal.

Upon seeing this man, Yuri’s eyes widened slightly.

"Flon Bolei..."

With cold sweat, Yuri murmured this name.

Flon Bolei, the current Sword Saint and Family Head of the Bolelei family, was the supreme leader of the Kingdom’s Knights. He was recognized as one of the top two Sword Saints in the entire kingdom and could even contend for the top spot among heirs of the Sword Saint Family.

Yuri’s gaze lingered longest on this man, then she swiftly scanned the other knights wearing True Knight Medals.

"Knight Captain of the Kingdom’s Knights’ Second Squadron, Bartos Regain..."

"Knight Captain of the Kingdom’s Knights’ Fourth Squadron, Harry Doffer..."

"Knight Captain of the Kingdom’s Knights’ Seventh Squadron, Aita Louis..."

"And the Knight Captains of the Eighth, Ninth, Twelfth, Fifteenth, Eighteenth, Nineteenth, Twenty-second Squadrons... they’ve all come?"

Yuri’s expression grew increasingly serious.

The Kingdom’s Knights were divided into twenty-two squadrons, each with over a thousand knights, headed by a Knight Captain in full command.

These Knight Captains were highly respected senior knights, each a well-known True Knight, meaning they were veteran True Knights with capabilities far surpassing those of ordinary True Knights.

They were equipped with the highest-grade magic weapons, wore the finest magic armor, and some even held powerful secret treasures and magical tools. Whether in terms of strength, equipment, or background, they were much higher than the average veteran True Knight.

Previously acclaimed as the strongest under the Sword Saints was Albert Bolei, the Knight Captain of the First Squadron; his strength was evident, needing no further elaboration.

And the other twenty-one Knight Captains, even if slightly inferior to Albert, weren’t much different.

Their status within the kingdom was also high.

To hold the position of Knight Captain, these individuals typically possessed noble titles.

They were either Barons or Viscounts, and even more vast were Counts or even Marquises. In terms of rank within the Kingdom’s Knights, only the Commander, who led all squadrons, and the Deputy Commander had higher statuses.

Currently, since the Deputy Commander retired after losing to Albert Bolei in a formal challenge last year, the position of the Deputy Commander was vacant.

Thanks to this, the highest-ranking, strongest, and most influential individuals in the Kingdom’s Knights now, apart from the Commander, were these Knight Captains.

At this moment, of the twenty-two Knight Captains, a full ten had arrived at the scene.

Each also brought their own deputies, who were similarly True Knights.

In other words, this group of knights on the left side consisted of one Sword Saint, ten veteran True Knights, and ten regular True Knights, totaling twenty-one individuals.

On the right side, facing this group of knights under equally formidable conditions, were no longer just high-ranking nobles as before, but a gathered host of magicians clad in expensive magician robes.

There were twenty-one magicians in total.

Yuri was very familiar with them.

For they were the elite among the court magicians.

The court magicians were the magical corps of the royal court, parallel to the Knights’ squadrons, but unlike the Knights’ squadrons, their ranks were not as distinctly organized, and there was no hierarchical distinction.

They did not obey Yuri as the chief, only the King, belonging directly to a Magic Servant Squad under the King alone.

They were either Tactical Level Magicians recruited by the kingdom, each holding a title, with the lowest being a Viscount, and some senior members being nobles, including Earls and Marquises, or masters widely renowned in the magic community for their unattainable achievements in various fields.

Among the twenty-one present, there were ten Tactical Level Magicians and eleven masters highly accomplished in various fields.

Yuri even discovered a terrifying figure among them.

"Felas Yakermis..."

The person Yuri murmured unconsciously was a man over seventy years old.

His face was full of wrinkles, his hair white, and his eyes conveyed a benignity, a sense of having seen through worldly affairs and about to retire peacefully.

The man seemed to notice Yuri’s gaze, turned his head, looked at Yuri, and nodded to her with a smile.

Yuri instinctively returned the gesture with a bow, clearly showing great respect for the elderly man.

It couldn’t be helped.

Felas Yakermis was a figure highly esteemed and respected among the court magicians.

He was both a Tactical Level Magician and a professor in the magic community, currently serving as the dean of the Spriller Academy, the enlightener and guide of countless magicians.

He was not only proficient in various Tactical Level Magic but had almost reached the pinnacle in the study of battle level magic, considered second only to Nipede Jialan, a great magician who could face a Sword Saint and maintain an undefeated stance in a short duration.

Even the achievements of the kingdom’s two Strategic Level Magicians and the powers comparable to Master Nipede in the magic realm did not surpass his.

He had developed hundreds of magics.

He had unraveled numerous mysteries of ancient magic civilizations.

He was skilled in ancient magic studies, ancient linguistics, ancient civilization studies, ancient history, and modern magic studies, alchemy, herbalism, and magic materials studies, directly or indirectly propelling the development of the magic community.

His power might not match Nipede’s, but even Nipede himself, if present, would have to respectfully call him master.

Some said that with his call, half the kingdom would follow him through fire and water.

Others claimed that if he hadn’t been involved in so many fields, he would have honed his combat magic to surpass Nipede Jialan, replacing him as the strongest magician in the Kingdom of Genas.

Still, others said that his fall would be a loss not just to Genas’s entire magic community but to modern magic civilization as a whole.

No one knew how many Tactical Level Magicians were his proud disciples, nor how many highly respected magicians were his followers. His status in the Kingdom of Genas even surpassed that of Flon Bolei, the Sword Saint, and even the King himself held his opinions and advice in high esteem.

He was also one of the Marquises of the Genas Kingdom, a venerable scholar whom even the Crown Prince had to treat with the respect due to a disciple. Having studied at Spriller Academy, Yuri, who also graduated from there, was technically his student, having been taught by this old dean for a while, and held him in high esteem.

Yuri’s respect for him even surpassed that for the King seated on the throne.

She also revered this elderly man from her heart because his power was greater than that of Flon Bolei, the Sword Saint.

With just a word from him, all the magicians of the kingdom might follow his command.

At least, those who came from Spriller Academy definitely would.

"Even he has come?"

Yuri finally started to feel really worried.

What exactly is happening?

Why are all the kingdom’s significant figures gathered here?

Yuri’s heart sank, and her look towards Reiger became worried.

She knew that this matter might not be easily resolved.