"Lord Holy Knight Commander." Jiang Feng and Jiang Xinran greeted Han Ci.
"Jiang Feng, a seventeen-year-old Mithril Base Knight. You've given me the surprise of a lifetime." At the sight of Jiang Feng, Han Ci hurriedly rose from his office chair and walked over to him in excitement.
Without waiting for Jiang Feng to speak, Han Ci continued, "Originally, I wanted to slow your promotion to a Marshal-level Demon Hunt Squad. The missions available to Marshal-level Demon Hunt Squads are much harder than those for General-Level Demon Hunt Squads. If possible, I would even keep you hidden within the Alliance until you reached the Ninth Order and attained a Divine Seal."
"Lord Holy Knight Commander, secluded training alone won't make someone truly strong," Jiang Feng said.
"I know. By defeating Tian Qing, the leader of a King-Rank Demon Hunt Squad, you've already proved your strength to me. Those Marshal-level Demon Hunt Squad missions won't stop you. I believe you can overcome any danger you face." Han Ci smiled with satisfaction.
"Rest assured, Lord Holy Knight Commander. While carrying out missions, I'll always put safety first. Even if I don't think of myself, I'll consider my companions' safety," Jiang Feng promised.
"Good." Holy Knight Commander Han Ci took a silver case from beneath his desk and carried it over to Jiang Feng with both hands. "Mithril Base Armor, number one hundred and six. From today onward, it belongs to you."
Jiang Feng struck his chest with his right fist in a knight's salute before solemnly accepting the Mithril Base Armor with both hands.
This was not merely a suit of legendary-level armor, but a knight's highest honor.
Every Temple Knight dreamed of owning a suit of Mithril Base Armor.
It represented the greatest combat strength among seventh-order Temple Knights, the backbone