The knight wearing a silver helmet felt a tremendous shock at this moment.
He remembered clearly that three or four months ago, a young boy dressed in poor-quality clothing, carrying a mud sapling, arrived alone at Rose Manor, demanding to see Firina.
At that time, the boy was indistinguishable from the lowly lives in the slums, with the only difference being his calm demeanor and fearless gaze.
He vividly recalled the boy being rewarded with a hundred Gold Coins by Firina after presenting Blue Crystal Grass.
The boy later seemed to have received additional gifts from Firina, becoming a Pioneer Lord...
The Pioneer Lord wasn't the key; the key was... what kind of Pioneer Lord could possess a Level 15 mount in just three or four months?
Was it so easy in a wilderness filled with dangers to establish a Pioneer Territory?!
Moreover, the aura surrounding the boy was unmistakably that acquired through countless bloody battles, controlling the fate of thousands!
