Chapter 4

The commotion caused by Adam was so big that it instantly attracted the attention of everyone present. The attendants and servants saw the leaves fluttering around Adam, but the Knight of Wright felt the amazing energy.

"This spiritual power! It's definitely stronger than Miss Ophelia's. This is incredible! " The Knight of Wright was shocked, but he didn't slow down. The red wave appeared again, and with an explosion, a shallow pit appeared in the ground. The Knight of Wright had already arrived under a tree more than a hundred meters away.

"Incredible! Incredible! " The Knight of Wright reached out and picked up Adam. He could feel the extraordinary energy still lingering around Adam's body, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Adam's current situation was very bad. Because the energy was too rough, his skin showed numerous scars as if they were cut by knives and whips. His pores were wide open, and his capillaries were ruptured, and fine blood was constantly flowing out. The Knight of Wright hurriedly took Adam out of the training field and rushed to the manor doctor's room. For a knight loyal to the Count, everything in the manor was the Count's wealth. He couldn't just watch Adam die here, or else it would be his dereliction of duty.

However, some people didn't think so. For example, the bearded man Joe. He came to the manor when he was ten years old, and he could tell at a glance that Adam's body couldn't withstand the energy and was injured. After being tested and found that Adam didn't have the aptitude to become a Knight, Joe was very jealous of anyone who had the aptitude, not to mention this fool who had always been inferior to him.

"Go to hell, go to hell!" Joe viciously cursed.

The backward science and technology of this world hadn't invented an effective way to deal with this kind of external injury. The doctor only used salt water to clean Adam's body. As for whether he would suffer from tetanus or whether there was a problem in his body, he couldn't even tell with his medical skills. Of course, he was helpless and could only resign himself to fate.

"It seems that he is fine. Although his breathing is weak, it is still stable. There are no signs of infection for the time being. Take him back to rest." The doctor calmly announced the result. He had done everything he could. Whether Adam could survive or not depended on luck.

Knight Wright understood what the doctor meant. He nodded and was about to leave with Adam when the door opened. Two young men came in one after the other. Both of them had golden hair and blue eyes. They were wearing luxurious clothes with belts around their waists, which made their figures even more tall and straight. Each of them was followed by a strong man, who looked like they were of the same status as Knight Wright.

After seeing the two of them, Knight Wright heavily hammered his left chest with his right fist, while the doctor slightly bowed and said, "Young master Marshall, young master Dennis."

These two were none other than the count's eldest son and second son. Marshall took a step forward and nodded at the two of them. Then, he asked, "This is the energy explosion caused by practicing the 'Kokyu-ho' … Hmm, what's his name?"

The second son, Dennis, also wanted to step forward, but seeing that Marshall had taken a step forward, he didn't fight. He just stood behind with his eyes flashing.

Marshall's question caused an awkward situation. Adam's name was probably only known by a few servants who were about the same age as the old groom and had a good relationship with him. The rest of the people had always been calling him Fool.

Knight Wright responded, "He is Miss Ophelia's groom. His name … everyone calls him Fool."

The name Ophelia seemed to have a magical power. After hearing it, Marshall's movements became stiff. After he recovered, he sat on the chair and stared at Adam. He asked, "Oh? Is he sister's groom? In other words, it was sister who taught him the 'Kokyu-ho'? "

Dennis smiled and squinted his eyes. He still didn't say a word.

It was still Knight Wright. This time, he hesitated and said with uncertainty, "I don't think so. There is something wrong with his brain. He never speaks. His body has always been weak and he has never shown any talent. He also never participates in training. This is the second time he has come to the training ground in six years."

Knight Wright sighed in his heart. He didn't understand. The count was in the prime of his life. Why were his children so anxious?

Marshall's emotions surged. The red wave around his body flashed, and the chair under him shattered. He stared at Adam with bright eyes as if he was looking at a rare treasure. He muttered to himself, "Second time. Does that mean he has never practiced before?"

The smile on Dennis's face disappeared as he glanced at the knight who followed him in. The knight understood and left the room silently.

Marshall was well aware of his brother's actions. His eyes flashed with malice, but now was not the time to be calculative. Such a genius must be in his hands. If what Wright said was true, then this Fool would be an important bargaining chip for him to inherit the title.

"Haha, sister is too careless. How can such a genius only be a groom? If he can become a knight, father will be very happy. But I don't blame sister. After all, she is busy with training every day and can't care about anything else. So … "Marshall waved his hand, and the knight behind him stepped forward to pick up Adam.

"So, I will be the one to train him."

A smile appeared on Dennis's face again. He stepped forward in front of the knight and said to Marshall, "Brother, he is sister's servant after all. It's not good for you to take him away, right? I'm afraid sister will be angry if she finds out. "

Under Dennis's smiling face, there was a deep sense of unwillingness. Why didn't good things happen to him? Father supported his brother. His sister had a terrifying talent, and he had nothing. But why? His brother was mediocre, and his sister only knew how to train all day. Only he had the talent to inherit the title. Why couldn't such a genius be his subordinate?

Marshall cracked the corner of his mouth and looked at Dennis ferociously. But he said gently, "My dear brother Dennis, what are you doing? Are you trying to stop me? "

Dennis replied calmly, but he didn't step back. "No, no, no, brother, why would I stop you? It's just that no matter what, we have to wait until my sister is here before making a decision. Otherwise, if there's a conflict between brother and sister because of a servant, father wouldn't be happy, right?"

Marshall was burning with anxiety. If he took the fool away now, he could ask his father for instructions. His father would definitely appease Ophelia. But by the same logic, if Ophelia came later and took the fool away, he wouldn't have another chance.

"Dennis, get out of the way!" Marshall's voice became cold. He stared at his brother fiercely.

Dennis was unmoved. "Brother, why are you in such a hurry? Can't you wait a little longer and wait for sister to arrive? You know, father, he … "

The red wave appeared beside Marshall again. He roared in a low voice, "I'll say it again. Dennis, get out of the way, or else …"

Dennis's expression changed. The corner of his mouth raised mockingly. "Or else what? My dear brother, are you going to make a move on me? " At the same time, a red wave that was even more intense than Marshall's also appeared on his body, standing in front of him openly.

Dennis was fearless. Although his guardian knight had left the room, Wright was still there. Wright was completely loyal to the Earl. He would never let Marshall hurt him. As long as he delayed a little longer and waited for Ophelia to arrive, he could withdraw from the fight and watch Marshall and Ophelia hurt each other. As for falling out with his brother, heh.

Marshall suddenly grabbed at Adam and roared, "Quinn, do it!" He knew he was no match for Dennis.

Quinn loyally carried out the order. The red light was biting cold. He opened his arms and hugged Dennis. Even if he attacked, he didn't have the guts to hurt Dennis. Otherwise, the Earl would never let him go. Since it wasn't a battle of life and death, all he had to do was delay Dennis for a few seconds.

The doctor was just an ordinary person. He couldn't stand in a fight with a group of knight-level monsters. He rolled and crawled out of the room.

Knight Wright sighed again. His breath reverberated back and forth in the closed room. He stepped between Dennis and Quinn and blocked Quinn. Dennis punched at Marshall. "Brother, you will hurt him. If he is killed by you, do you think my sister will do something to you? Just like you did to me? "

"Dennis, you are looking for death. I am the heir to the Earl's title. Everything in the Earl's territory will be mine. No matter who he is now, he should be loyal to me!" As he spoke, he punched Dennis. After both of them took a step back, he said angrily.

Before Dennis could make any sarcastic remarks, he heard a female voice coming from outside the door, accompanied by footsteps. "Marshall, I don't know who gave you the courage to say such words. Who do you think you are? Do you think we are your slaves? "

"Ophelia." Dennis greeted.

"Ophelia, damn you!" Marshall raised his head and roared silently.

From the outside, Ophelia was a perfect woman. Her skin was as white as cream, and her body was as proud as the Devil's. Her long golden hair hung down to her waist like waves. Under her sky-blue eyes, no one dared to look at her.

Ophelia walked in front of Marshall and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

Marshall: "Ophelia, you …"

"I said get out of the way. Do you want to fight with me? Together with your Guardian Knight? " Ophelia's tone was calm. Her eyes didn't even stay on Marshall. Instead, she looked at Adam who was lying quietly on the bed. She didn't know how this idiot who had been feeding her horses for seven years suddenly became a genius.

"Let's go!"

For idiots who thought they were extraordinary, ignoring them was more infuriating than mocking them to their face. However, Marshall couldn't do anything to this woman who was like a Valkyrie.

Thus, he and Quinn could only leave the room in a fluster like defeated dogs.

Ophelia didn't care about this at all. She turned her gaze to Knight Wright and asked, "Tell me what happened."