He drew the short sword from his waist with a backward motion, casting a beam of silver light in front of the person, deeply embedding it in the ground:
"Swear unto Marlan, you have a clear conscience."
The man glanced at the short sword, a scar twitched on his face, but he remained silent. After a moment, he changed his tone: "...I didn't expect you to become a Free Knight."
"Freedom is Order," the Big Catfolk replied, "Dale, don't dawdle."
His words barely settled.
A beam of cold light suddenly shot from beneath the man's left hand, which had been hidden behind him all along.
Yet the Big Catfolk's gaze did not shift a bit, his hand softly blocked the blow with the Scepter of Authority. A crossbow bolt from a hand crossbow spiraled to the ground.
He turned his head to look, a faint blue light shimmered on the edge of the bolt.
The Big Catfolk sneered: "You've remained unchanged, but these little tricks are useless. Show some real skills instead."
