"Master Desika, look—up ahead is Ecological Plant Base Number Six, which we just completed. There are six such ecological farmland bases throughout the territory, and this is the largest. It was being rebuilt some time ago and was not open to visitors, but now construction has been completed."
Several carriages rolled along the main road at an unhurried pace, cavalry riding guard before and behind them. Beside the first carriage rode a young knight. His gleaming armor, tall frame, and handsome features all gave him an extraordinary bearing.
He looked to be under twenty, yet a beard had already begun to grow along his chin. Beneath the sunlight, the short stubble glimmered with a faint silvery sheen, adding an even more captivating charm to his already handsome appearance.
Hearing the young knight's words, someone lifted a corner of the carriage curtain from within. A middle-aged man revealed his face and said with a genial smile, "Lord Fafier, Nick and you have truly been troubled these past days. You and Lord Nick often accompany us on these tours around the territory. I really feel rather embarrassed about it."
This tall and handsome knight was none other than one of Count Romon of Tatshaw Territory's right-hand men—the current Eighth-Level Knight, Lord Fafier.
Fafier's talent was also exceptionally good. Back when he was studying, Romon had once marveled that such a tiny town could produce such an outstanding martial genius.
Yet people of such remarkable talent could be found elsewhere as well. Still, no matter how gifted someone was, without a good environment and suitable conditions to help them consolidate and strengthen their abilities later on, even great talent would eventually be swallowed by the tides of history.
Fafier had been fortunate. He had met Romon, and while still young, he had been