"Since you're already here, why the rush to leave?"
In the darkness, a figure slowly strode forward.
The newcomer was clad in armor; except for his cheeks, his entire body was covered in plates of refined iron.
He was like a ponderous iron statue!
This suit of armor weighed no less than dozens of pounds, and combined with his body weight, it totaled two to three hundred pounds.
Yet, as he stepped forward, he appeared no different from an ordinary person, and even seemed more agile.
"Not bad."
Gazing at Carl, he nodded, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "You're brimming with vitality and have reached the limit for an Advanced Knight. No wonder you want a Life Potion. The people who came down this time are finally somewhat decent."
"Captain Barnard!" Little South recognized him and hurriedly said, "We're here to exchange for supplies. What are you trying to do?"
SMACK!
Before he could finish speaking, a whip lashed out from the darkness, striking him to the ground.
