"Which bastard is spouting nonsense? Don't you know we Northland Knights are conducting concentrated training?"
Derek rode to the middle of the grounds and coldly watched the knight who was shouting.
"Where did this little lady come from? Don't you know the Northern Lands roads are slippery?"
Snort!
The Southern Nobles did not understand, but the Northland Nobles and Royal Capital nobles had all witnessed what "slippery Northern Lands roads" meant.
The sight of someone smashing their brains out while their forehead was pressed to the ground was still vivid in their minds. That was how one died from slippery roads.
But the Southern Nobles clearly did not understand the origin of the joke.
Especially the knight who had been caught red-handed after provoking everyone. His face flushed bright red.
Derek looked young, and the man had no idea which corner of the Northern Lands this barbarian had crawled out from.
"Boy, if you have the guts, come taste my iron fist. That mouth of yours is only good for pleasing tavern whores."
A whole group of House Augusta knights arrived, each bringing their Warhorses under control and taking up a small section of the grounds.
The surrounding Northland Nobles, and even the Royal Capital nobles, all instinctively made room for them.
The moment the Southern Knight uttered those words, everyone looked at him as if he were already dead.
"Looks like the ground is very slippery today."
Virut clenched his fists, desperately wanting to finish the man off right then.
The squires beside him nodded in unison, sharing the same thought.
Without anyone noticing, these Knight Squires had completely changed.
Two months ago, they would never have reacted like this, nor would they have possessed such nerve.
But Derek was not one to back down. Showing off at the