All Chapters of Warpath of the Knight: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

There were four days left until the Partition Ceremony, which also meant that there were only five days left until Locke left his parents, and once the ceremony was over, he was going to escort Angelina to the O'Moore Empire.On the street, two men, Sverre and Bart, followed Locke blindly left and right."Go over there." Locke said, pointing to a crowded spot to his left.Sverre and Bart were fine with that and followed Locke closely.The two of them these days is considered to have discovered, Locke is the invisible tycoon in the trio, the original Bart is still ready to take their own private money saved to show off some of the aristocrat's generosity, turned around by Locke casually pulled out a hundred-dollar vouchers to hit the face.Although Bart is the baron's second son, but the money saved over the years is only a few dozen gold dreidels, although the Caddozi collar he managed for a few years instead of the baron, but the money of the territory

In the great hall, the division ceremony was still going on.The royal orchestra played festive music with a hint of solemnity, and a nobleman came forward to hear the sealing, and rolls of transfer orders and appointments representing the supremacy of the king were distributed in an orderly manner to the nobles present."Baron Caddozzi!" The king's attendant read Baron Caddozzi's name, and when it was finally his turn, the baron took a deep breath, striding out of the line of nobles and taking his place in the center."The army led by Baron Kedozzi, who has repeatedly made meritorious achievements in battles such as the battle of Gordon Heights, the battle of Fermer's Grand Canyon, the battle of Charlotte's Recovery, and the siege of the city of Odysseus, is hereby granted the title of Viscount!" The squire's voice was not loud and clear, in Baron Caddozzi however, he heard every word.Forced to hold back his inner excitement, Baron Caddozzi calmly results i

Playing until the afternoon, Angelina left with Locke when she saw that her mentor was almost back to the Wizarding Tower.Every wizard has a quirk of one sort or another, and Angelina's mentor is the type of personality that doesn't want to be disturbed by others.The trip hadn't been for nothing, and in addition to picking up a few pieces of 'fluorite' along the way, Angelina had slipped Locke an ink-colored cane."A good thing that can instantly fireball spell twice oh~" Angelina laughed, this was one of his mentor's creations, although it was a disposable item, but converted into a dreidel, it was at least a hundred gold or more, and there was still a price for it.Tucking it into his pocket, Locke didn't realize the value of this cane, he had seen the power of a fireball spell once, it was issued by a low-ranked magical apprentice when he was in the city of Phalanx, and it gave him a great shock at that time, he thought that this fireball spell was of th

The sun set its last rays and the legation's caravan stopped moving.Locke, as vice-captain, was ready to start ordering the soldiers to set up their tents in an orderly fashion, setting up horse rejects and traps, and before he did so, he needed to report on the situation with the head captain of the envoy's caravan."Viscount Cage, are we ready to make camp?" Locke asked one of the men who rode to the forefront of the group, riding a brown horse and looking upright and austere from his appearance."Yes, Knight Locke!" Viscount Cage said with approval.Locke got his orders and started ordering up all the soldiers and servants.Speaking of the team's leader Viscount Cage, Locke's impression of him is quite good, very few of those hypocritical of other nobles, no matter what they do or say are all a board, if it is not Viscount Cage personally admitted that he did not join the army, Locke suspected that he is the military origin.This Viscount Cage

There were no trees in the desert, rocks were scarce, and the caravan had to rely on its wagons to keep the wind and sand at bay.The soldiers re-sheathed their armor, without the protection of hardened iron sheets, one night's sand alone would have made everyone's skin bloom.Because of the scarcity of firewood and the extremely low temperatures, the campfire was not lit, just a few torches around the wagon for illumination.The soldiers ate the dry rations they had brought with them and swallowed them in one gulp from their canteens.The nobles were going to be a bit better off than them, with jerky, fruit, and the like, not lacking for a while.After dinner, the soldiers began to take turns standing guard, the experienced ones, burying themselves under the sand with only half of their bodies showing.It hadn't been long since the sky had darkened, and the temperature had plummeted so much that only the sand retained some warmth, one of the few