In social interactions, the Knight Lord is certainly not considered an excellent friend. Every meeting of theirs is accompanied by official business, often skipping even the pleasantries.

"Hmm?"

The Knight Lord stopped in his tracks.

"Regarding your death," McCarthy began, "it's better to use 'departure.' You should leave some confidence for your followers. Of course, that's just my personal opinion."

This was not deception, but rather a more euphemistic way to interpret death.

In the hearts of those who cherish beautiful dreams, the Knight Lord has merely fallen into slumber. He is still among humanity and will awaken on the day of catastrophe, once again wielding his sword on the battlefield.

Such is the power of faith.

"I'll consider it."

The Knight Lord nodded solemnly and then turned, disappearing into the darkness. Moments later, a dragon's roar sounded from beyond the camp, and McCarthy Delin knew his old friend had left.

He carefully pondered the recent conversation, which concerned plans for future successors.

"Establishing an academy..."

He murmured.

Elemental Shapers are illustrious figures, with Saints writing their own legends in almost every era. McCarthy Delin did not believe he would be the pinnacle of Elemental Shapers; in the future, someone would surely surpass him.

He noticed that the young man named Ethan had an extraordinary bone structure and a fondness for fishing, showing great potential in this regard.

Perhaps they wouldn't have to wait too long; in Ethan's era, the magic addiction might be effectively resolved.

This thought somewhat calmed McCarthy Delin's heart, and he began to contemplate recommending Ethan as the academy's second headmaster.

However...

He did not see anyone being able to approach the Knight Lord, much less surpass him.

It wasn't just about strength, but the responsibilities borne by his old friend—an overwhelming burden sufficient to crush anyone, leaving him no time to even close his eyes for a good sleep.

Perhaps it was precisely this reason that allowed the Knight Lord to always stay a step ahead of many others.

"If it were me, I would go in search of unrecovered uniquely rare magical creatures."

A soft, gentle voice came from above.

Startled by this unexpected visitor, McCarthy turned his gaze to see a young girl in handmade leather armor descending in front of him like a spider on a thread. The fitted leather armor accentuated her nearly perfect figure, and the curved bow on her back emitted a silver glow akin to moonlight.

The girl smiled, her face showing two shallow dimples. She had deep gray eyes with a starlit sparkle inside. She seemed very interested in McCarthy Delin's earlier "retirement plan." "If you catch an unseen magical creature from the lake, don't forget to show it to me."

"Cynthia, how many times have I told you not to pop up so suddenly!"

McCarthy felt he'd ultimately be scared to illness by Cynthia.

When it's late at night, and a voice suddenly comes from above you, anyone would think it was haunted.

Ironic indeed, for quite a few of Cynthia's followers were "ghost-catching experts." McCarthy thought her followers really ought to catch her first and educate her thoroughly, at least to understand that one should knock before entering, instead of emerging from the ceiling.

McCarthy took a deep breath to calm himself, asking, "What brings you to me?"

"Oh, nothing important."

Cynthia bent her crescent-shaped brows in laughter.

This girl, appearing just in her early twenties, always seemed to be laughing, forming a bright contrast to the Knight Lord.

But don't be deceived by her appearance; she was no younger than the Knight Lord.

McCarthy had repeatedly stressed this point to the Elemental Shapers.

"It's just that while passing through the camp, I heard the Elemental Shapers talking about how you went fishing all day and didn't catch a single fish. I thought I'd come to console... Hahahahaha! How are you so weak, haha!"

"Get out of here!"

A sharp pain surged into McCarthy's brain as he watched Cynthia laugh until she bent over, his face turning red with blood pressure spiking.

This Cynthia couldn't even pretend anymore; she might as well have "watching the joke" written on her face.

"It's nothing, nothing; what's that saying again? Victory and defeat are common for a soldier. After a few air forces, you'll get used to it. Next time if you don't catch anything, you can send me an SOS. I can send you a few big fish to show off in front of them."

"Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to mock me."

"No need to thank me; it's my pleasure."

...

The two were silent for a moment.

With Cynthia's arrival, the earlier heavy atmosphere vanished instantly.

"Since you're here, why not meet him?"

McCarthy asked, "You were eavesdropping just now, weren't you?"

"Don't make it sound so bad. I came especially to mock you, and just happened to overhear your conversation."

Cynthia mischievously blinked, "You know, those occasions aren't suited for me. He and I are of different mindsets."

She never intended to dedicate her life to humanity or any grand plans. There are still many places in the world she hasn't visited, things she doesn't know, and unrecorded magical creatures. She's eager to embark on this journey.

"But given our relationship, if you sincerely ask me, I might find some time to help out at your academy."

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