"Don't be so formal every time, I'm just an irresponsible old man not worth the respect from you good folks."
Jadka waved his hand and smiled at the young man in front of him.
"That's true, Jadka is indeed famous for being a rebellious son."
The old man named Marla shrugged his shoulders and then turned his gaze to the only knight among them, Motan, and laughed heartily: "You must be the Silent Brother, haha, let me introduce myself. I am Marla Galon, the head of the White Oath Knight Academy, one of the organizers of this tournament, and also one of the judges. Welcome."
"Hello, Mr. Marla."
Motan politely bowed to the old man and nodded: "I am Mor."
"Woof woof, I'm Ya Ya!"
The nearby beast-eared girl waved cheerfully at Marla.
"I am the blood covenant... uh, the mount of my big brother."
Wang Badan pursed his lips, looking impatient: "You can call my name, W..."
"Hmm?"
Motan shot a sharp glance over.
"Nothing, dad, you all carry on."
Wang Badan backed down immediately.
