Looking at the flickering sky and the lightning, several low-level professionals realized that the other party was serious and began to shrink back. However, if the rioters really struck them down with magic, at least they would die as heroes protecting the nation’s property, so the leading low-level professional stubbornly refused to let go.
Instead, the ordinary people seemed to have not seen such a scene for a long time, and out of curiosity, they gathered around.
Seeing that the low-level professional still wouldn’t let go, Sidney sneered, “Good, very good. Today I will tell you all what the basic rules of this world are!”
Just as Sidney was about to unleash supremacy magic, Myron gently tapped him on the shoulder from behind and said, “Calm down. After all, the current governor is not Augustus III. No matter what, we should give the other party some face.”
Hearing Myron’s words, Sidney slightly calmed down, snapped his fingers, and as the magic power dissipated, the terrifying thunderstorm in the sky also vanished.
“Hmph!”
Sidney coldly glanced at the low-level professionals, while Myron helplessly said:
“Just take that container away and let the people go to contact the governor in the royal capital.”
Myron actually didn’t care much about these people’s lives; he just felt that the secular governor still had some power and couldn’t be completely ignored. Besides, who knew if there were other high-level professionals siding with that governor in the royal capital?
In any case, giving the other party some face was always good.
Indeed, in Myron’s mind, taking the quartz sand container and letting the people go was already giving the other side face.
Myron stepped forward, using the strength of a knight to directly take the container from the hands of these low-level professionals, but to his surprise, they still clung tightly to the prism-shaped container, and he ended up lifting them along with it.
“Let go! Otherwise, I will make a move!”
Myron frowned because he noticed that after his warning, these professionals even showed expressions of anticipation, almost hoping that he would punch them to death.
It was incomprehensible and bizarre, just like those who voluntarily stayed in the tower.
While Myron hesitated, Sidney impatiently said, “Old Myron, what are you hesitating for? Hurry up and resolve this; we still need to go to the royal capital.”
Myron nodded. Although these people clung tightly to the quartz sand container, it was nothing for an eighth-tier knight like him. He easily tossed the people aside.
At that moment, a strange rumble suddenly echoed from a distance. A metal carriage composed of a square box stopped in front of everyone, and a group of armored knights quickly jumped down from the back of the carriage.
When the low-level professionals saw the knights arrive, it was as if they had found a lifeline, and they immediately said, “My lord, these people want to steal the materials for building the Lake Shadow Town train station!”
However, Myron did not listen to what these low-level professionals said because the knights in front of him were simply too eye-catching. They were clad in extremely exaggerated and heavy armor, and in that armor, their figures appeared even larger than Myron, the eighth-tier knight.
The armor bore the emblem of the Northern Wind Bear along with pure silver paint, symbolizing that these knights were the most genuine Lars Knights.
On their backs, there were metallic backpacks made of the same material as the armor. When Sidney saw their metallic backpacks, his eyes lit up because it was clear that the magic containers inside were far more precious than this prism.
These knights stood like mountains in front of Myron. Although he was already an eighth-tier knight, he felt a chill in his heart when he looked at these heavily armored knights.
Myron had seen genuine Lars Knights before; among the external personnel of the tower was even an authentic Lars Knight.
But these knights were less like Lars Knights and more like simple steel cans.
Were these truly the renowned Lars Knights from the Northern Border?
….
Hammond, wearing powered armor, was not quite adapted to it; some movements appeared quite stiff, making his jump off the carriage seem somewhat awkwardly cute.
The powered armor was originally improved based on the movement barriers used by the Sisterhood. The governor wanted to design a more lightweight armor that relied solely on paint for defense, like those robed sisters. However, during the subsequent war, it was found that heavily armored warriors were still an indispensable type. Thus, the portability of the movement barrier and heavy-duty powered armor were finally researched together.
Thanks to the study of supremacy magic, the efficiency of magic use had greatly improved, allowing the powered armor, which originally couldn’t solve the issue of energy supply, to finally acquire practical value. The Lars Knights were the first group to use powered armor.
After all, although the power issues with the powered armor were solved, it was still not something ordinary soldiers could operate. One needed to be a professional to wear it.
Hammond extended his hand toward Myron and said, “Gentlemen, please return the materials. You just used destructive large-scale magic in Lake Shadow Town, which violates the professional regulations. However, you seem like newcomers; I can take you to the royal capital and explain the situation for you.”
After all, these two didn’t seem easy to provoke, and they hadn’t caused any substantial damage or loss. During this time, Hammond chose to enforce flexibility in law.
As soon as Sidney heard the mention of professional regulations, he became unwilling. It sounded just like the regulations for external personnel at the tower. The tower had the strength to impose restrictions on high-level professionals, but what right did a secular governor, who wasn’t even a king, have to restrain a high-level professional?
Especially with the dull, heavy voice coming from the helmet, Sidney felt no respect whatsoever.
“Fine, but take off that ridiculous little backpack behind you first.”
In response to Sidney’s provocation, Hammond said nothing; he merely sighed heavily, which made Sidney even more displeased. When did these mid to low-tier Lars Knights dare to speak to him in such a manner? He raised his hand and unleashed a spellless lightning bolt, striking Hammond’s powered armor.
Seeing Hammond stunned for a moment, Sidney nodded in satisfaction, as it seemed that the other party understood their mistake. If the other party knelt down and begged for his words, Sidney might even return the prism in Myron’s hand and ask that northern governor where he got so many good things.
But Hammond merely sighed again, saying, “Attacking a sheriff changes the nature of the situation.”
Hammond drew his cutting torch from his armor, and the Lars Knights behind him also drew their cutting swords.
“Final warning, gentlemen: We do not wish for this to escalate into a violent incident.”
