As though sensing Zeng Mu's unusual scrutiny, Martin turned around and fixed his large, round eyes on him. His gaze was as sharp as a silent counterattack, forcing Zeng Mu to ease his piercing stare.
"Knight Nameless, I've heard of your exploits. There's hardly anyone in the camp who doesn't know your name now."
Zeng Mu shook his head. "You flatter me. They were trifling matters, hardly worth mentioning. Your name, on the other hand, is one I know very well. Your master White often speaks of you."
Beside them, White was startled by those words. What's gotten into this kid? When have I ever spoken to him about Martin, let alone often? And isn't today the first time we've met? He could not understand why Zeng Mu would say that.
"Heh, I wouldn't dare accept such praise. After all, you're an Elementalist. Aside from those two lords, no one in Sand City stands higher than you." There was a barb beneath his respectful words.
"I wouldn't claim to stand above anyone. I'm merely a slightly unusual First-Rank Knight." Zeng Mu grew more certain of his suspicions. Just then, Martin noticed the Wood Ash Grass beneath his foot. He slid that foot back a step and rubbed it off with his other heel. No one but Zeng Mu noticed.
Their conversation had made the atmosphere somewhat strange. Fortunately, Ma Linya finished changing into the inner armor just then and emerged from the side room.
The instant her shapely, long legs emerged from the shadows, the light seemed to rush to catch them, cloaking them in a dazzling halo. It traced the lovely curves of her hips and waist from the bottom up, until the reflected pale blue glow reached their eyes and they could finally make out her face.
Her