At the Edge of Life and Death

"Your Majesty, his name is Nalant Berwick! He should be a knight from the Onyx Principality!" Bache immediately explained.

"A knight?" The crowd erupted once more.

A mere knight could actually be this outstanding.

"Nalant, if you release Isabella now, I guarantee I will not kill you. I can even accept your allegiance, grant you a title, and make you a baron of the Northern Principality!" Field spoke again after hearing this.

Setting aside their opposing identities, Nalant truly was exceptional. If he could bring such talent under his command, Field was willing to let bygones be bygones.

However, to put more pressure on Nalant, his tone shifted as he said coldly, "Of course, if you still insist on resisting, then I'm afraid you won't be leaving here today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, King Field suddenly unleashed the pressure of a Gold Knight.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Faced with King Field's Gold Knight pressure, even the surrounding warhorses retreated one after another, letting out terrified whinnies.

Nalant, who was being deliberately targeted, felt as though he were about to suffocate.

Fortunately, his current strength was already comparable to that of a mid-tier Silver Knight, so he could still grit his teeth and hold on.

If he had still been at the Bronze Knight level he was at during Stella's birthday banquet last time, he probably would not have been able to move a single inch now.

"My apologies, Your Majesty Field, but I will not surrender. However, if you are willing to let me and my subordinates leave, I, Nalant, swear by the God of Glory that I will release Princess Isabella shortly afterward!"

"Father, don't worry about me! You absolutely cannot let him go!" Isabella ground her teeth upon hearing that.

She had never expected that she herself