Wu Youren glanced at Naimuer at those words, his eyes full of puzzlement, but still said nothing.
You people from Liang won't lift a finger, yet you want me, someone from Jin, to save them?
"What's with that look?" Naimuer grew a little annoyed.
Unfortunately, his voice was just a tiny bit too loud.
The sprinting Knight glanced sideways, left the road outright, and stumbled up the hill.
Fortunately, Cynthia produced her identification badge in time, then rolled her eyes at Naimuer.
Aslan charged uphill with someone over his shoulder. The moment he spotted the two of them, his face darkened. "Two Knight Apprentices..."
But immediately afterward, he recognized the identification badge in her hand.
This was Red Pine's territory. He snorted resentfully. "Damn it, are you deaf?"
"We're carrying out a Martial Academy mission," Naimuer answered gravely. "Senior, stop there!"
"And if I don't?" Aslan's eyes widened in a glare. At that moment, he was utterly fed up.
Cynthia asked calmly, "Senior, can you determine whether we've undergone Weird Transformation?"
She was not deliberately stirring up trouble, but demonstrating that their doubts were reasonable.
"I'm not blind!" Aslan stopped at her words. A Knight's perception could detect most abnormalities.
Still, his anger would not settle: two Knight Apprentices actually dared ignore his plea for help?
The next moment, he released his Knight's aura, sweeping it across the area, then said impatiently, "You hiding there, get out!"
Those words were truly hurtful, but what could they do? He was a Knight, and they had caught him in a bad mood.
Wu Youren emerged from behind a rock, but only stepped far enough to show himself, his face expressionless.
"Wound medicine!" Aslan's tone remained irritable.
The three looked at one another. None was willing to respond.
A faint, almost imperceptible cold