Compared to the king, who was having a miserable time, Earl of Ramanque was in high spirits. His graying blond hair seemed to have regained its youth, with much of the white turning blond again. Whether he'd dyed it or used some other method, no one could say.
He was delighted!
His own knightly family had, after all, brought him a handsome profit.
For a brief moment, he had worried that something might be amiss. He had secretly asked Old Priest Ryan of the Temple of Light to test Downs.
Even in the Age of the End of Dharma, some basic spells and divine arts could still be cast with relative ease.
For example, the third-level Light Divine Art, [Anti-Evil Formation].
Any being from the Evil Camp who didn't forcibly break through would be trapped inside for 24 hours.
"Without a doubt, Lord Quijote has a heart that cherishes goodness, truth, and beauty, and protects order." Old Ryan gave his personal assurance.
A neutral-aligned master might take on any sort of disciple, but someone from the Evil Camp was unlikely to accept a kind-hearted, law-abiding novice as a student. Of course, it was possible that a devil might deliberately pretend to be good in order to tempt the child of some noble family.
But who was Downs?
He was merely the descendant of an ordinary knightly family—and a third-rate one at that.
Knights weren't nobles. Strictly speaking, they ranked only one level above Freemen.
Who would go to all the trouble of raising a commoner's child, only to tempt him into corruption?
Earl of Ramanque was at ease. At the banquet, he raised a toast to Downs in front of all his vassals. "A toast to our future Archmage!"
But no matter how many times it happened, Downs couldn't get