"When did you become a Great Knight?"
"Two years ago, my lord."
Sunlight shone on Big Clumsy Bear Grove, making his tower-like, six-foot-three frame look even more imposing.
In truth, when Russell had taken Grove in as a follower yesterday, he had not thought much of him. He was merely an Armored Knight. Perhaps he had possessed some talent in the past, but after wasting so long in the Savage Cave, he should have long since lost his edge.
He was not worth much cultivation.
What Russell wanted now was to train a group of children. In three to five years, or perhaps ten, he could cultivate a batch of Great Knights.
Then he could lead those Great Knights galloping freely across the snowfield.
Who would have thought that Big Clumsy Bear Grove, whom he had recruited on a whim, was already a Great Knight—and a Great Knight with the status of a Cave Freemen.
"Teacher Eric, examine Grove." Although Russell had already suspected it last night, he still needed confirmation.
Eric nodded, immediately shook hands with Big Clumsy Bear Grove, then circulated his vital essence through Grove's meridians for a full cycle.
Then he nodded. "My lord, Grove has indeed advanced to Great Knight. His meridians have formed a complete whole, and his Battle Aura has twisted into a single rope. He has not been advanced for a short time."
Russell smiled in satisfaction. "Very good. But Grove, why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
Big Clumsy Bear Grove answered honestly, "My lord, you didn't ask."
Horace hurriedly said, "My lord, I only learned last night that Grove had already advanced to Great Knight. His temperament is a little too... too content with whatever comes his way. That incident back then probably hit him too hard."
Then he told Russell