Frei, Lanchi, and Hughberlian walked along the path leading to the Knight Institute.
The three of them did not exchange many words along the way. They simply walked in silence.
The jacaranda trees on either side were scattered about like guardians, silently proclaiming the mystery and tranquility of the campus. When spring arrived, the trees would proudly display their pale-purple blossoms. Their beautiful and vigorous vitality always attracted many students and Royal Capital residents to stop and admire them, and the area would become exceptionally lively.
At the end of the path stood a timeworn wooden building.
It had only one floor, but it was spacious enough to resemble a small dojo.
From a distance, they could see that many of the windows had already shattered, while the passage of time had left indelible marks on the wooden walls.
However, the interior of this seemingly forgotten building was full of vitality. All kinds of noisy sounds came from within—laughter, curses, roars, and booming crashes. Mixed together, they sounded like a mass brawl in the midst of a violent storm.
"This is the place. The team that stayed here is nothing but a bunch of stubborn brutes. Even the Dean has a headache dealing with them."
Frei stopped and pointed at the wooden building in the distance as he spoke to the other two.
The Dean he referred to was not Loren, the Dean of the Sage Institute, but the Dean of their Knight Institute.
"Frei, how are we going to negotiate with them later?"
Lanchi looked at the young man beside him, who had an air of unruliness, and asked.
In Lanchi's eyes, Frei wore his sunglasses halfway down his face, his gaze as sharp as a falcon's. Combined with the explosive power radiating from his body, he rather resembled