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Chapter 206: Chapter 205: The Hundred Ton King Chapter 206: Chapter 205: The Hundred Ton King “When did you become a Great Knight?”

“Two years ago, Sir.”

The sunlight shone on Big Dumb Bear Grof’s body, making his towering figure of one meter ninety seem even more imposing.

In fact, when Russell took on Grof as a follower the day before, he hadn’t paid much attention to him, just another Armed Knight. Perhaps he had some talent in the past, but after wasting so much time in the Wildman Cave, he should have been weakened by now.

Not much training value.

What Russell was thinking now was to train a group of children, waiting three to five years or even ten, to cultivate a group of Great Knights.

By then, he would be able to lead these Great Knights to ride freely across the snowfield.

Who would have thought that Big Dumb Bear Grof, who was recruited on a whim, had already become a Great Knight, and what’s more, a Great Knight with the status of a Cavern Freemen.

“Mr. Eric, try Grof,” even though Russell had already guessed last night, he still needed to verify it.

Eric nodded his head immediately, shook hands with Big Dumb Bear Grof, and then ran his Prime Breath through the energy channels in Grof’s body for a round.

Then he nodded, “Sir, Grof indeed has been promoted to Great Knight. His energy channels are connected as a complete unit, and his Battle Qi is also twisted into one strand. The promotion must not have been short-lived.”

Russell smiled in satisfaction, “Very good, but Grof, why didn’t you tell me this yesterday?”

Big Dumb Bear Grof answered truthfully, “Sir, you did not ask.”

Halls hurriedly said, “Sir, I only learned last night that Grof has been promoted to Great Knight. His nature is a bit too… too contented with his situation, probably because of the big blow he suffered back then.”

Then he went on to spill out all of Big Dumb Bear Grof’s blessings for Jennie.

Grof had no reaction and did not mind Halls’s revelations.

After listening to the report, the corners of Russell’s mouth twitched, feeling that the term “lying flat” from his old home on Earth best suited Grof.

“Grof, don’t you have a family?”

“I do, Sir. I have an uncle and two cousins; they all live in Volcanic Oasis and were not affected by my issues.”

“Okay,” Russell shook his head.

For someone who had already chosen to lie flat and had been doing so for many years, he had no way to “pick up” the other party.

However, he planned to take advantage of this snowfield trip to carefully observe Grof. If Grof’s character and strength both satisfied him, after returning to his domain, he would find Grof a wife to stimulate his fighting spirit through family life.

If a wife couldn’t stimulate him, the birth of a son in the future should be able to do so.

After all, people on Earth know that his soft spot is his son.

Perhaps having a son, Big Dumb Bear Grof could reignite his fighting spirit and might even have a chance to advance to Phantom Beast Knight in the future.

Just at that moment.

Russell heard the familiar, odd whispering in his ear: “Eat eat eat eat eat eat, so delicious, eat eat eat eat…”

Patting his ear, Russell said matter-of-factly, “Alright, everyone get ready, let’s hurry to meet up with the merchant convoy.”

He didn’t want to hear any more of the Glowing Valley Black Scorpion’s incessant chatter.

At this time, Lady Meryl’s personal maid Meggin came over: “Mr. Russell, the lady asked me to remind you to be very careful on the snowfield, don’t be reckless, and especially don’t leave the merchant convoy to act alone.”

At this time of day, Lady Meryl was most likely still not up, so a mother’s love had to be conveyed through her personal maid.

Russell smiled and replied, “Please tell my mother that I never act rashly, and she shouldn’t worry.”

Lola had finished her breakfast and quietly approached, “Russell, be careful.”

“When did you get up?” Russell said with a smile as he ruffled Lola’s hair, “It’s just escorting a merchant convoy, there won’t be any danger.”

“Don’t mess up my hair,” Lola glared with puffed cheeks, “Besides, we just had breakfast together!”

“Oh, really? I didn’t notice.”

“Hmph, you always fail to see me!”

“How could that be, little Lola? I was just teasing you,” Russell reassured his transparent little sister. “When I return, I will definitely bring you a fun gift. Alright, I’m off now, you should head back.”

Waving his hand, Russell left Fluorescent Castle without looking back.

He quickly joined a trade caravan pulled by thunder beasts outside on Charcoal Dust Road.

“Good morning, Lord Markus,” Russell, riding a black warhorse, greeted another escort knight of the caravan, the Lord of Windmill Manor, Baron Marcus.

Today Baron Marcus was not riding his contracted fantasy beast, the Steel Thunder Beast, but instead on his another contracted fantasy beast—Pangolin King. As a level 2 high-ranking mythical beast knight with two contracted fantasy beasts, he could switch between them for riding.

As for the Steel Thunder Beast, it was at the very front of the thunder beasts pulling the caravan.

As a fantasy beast level thunder beast, it single-handedly pulled twelve super-sized carriages. One carriage could carry four tons of goods, all of which were now fully loaded with the special products of the territory. This meant that the Steel Thunder Beast was pulling nearly fifty tons of goods.

To tell the truth, this was not the limit of the Steel Thunder Beast.

If Markus hadn’t been concerned about overworking his own fantasy beast, another twelve super-sized carriages could easily be added behind.

The King of Hundred Tons would have managed just fine.

In response to Russell’s greeting, Markus replied indifferently, “Hmm.”

Markus had already moved on from Russell’s lack of interest in Malena, understanding that Russell, now seen with new regard by the Great Dragon, had reason to choose a better young lady of quality. However, that did not stop him, as Malena’s father, from thinking Russell was no good at all.

Seeing this, Russell smiled and kept his distance from Markus.

One at the front of the caravan, one at the back, one on the left and the other on the right; out of sight, out of mind.

“Moo!”

With a roar from the Steel Thunder Beast, its mammoth-like stout body stirred, stepping out with its thick legs, firmly and powerfully treading on the road.

Creak, creak, clatter, clatter.

The twelve carriages sounded in unison, quickly pulled forward by the Steel Thunder Beast, effortlessly moving along the road without the need for a carriage driver’s guidance.

Following the roar of the Steel Thunder Beast, the twenty thunder beasts behind it all stepped out in sync.

Each one looked similar to a rhinoceros but was as big as an elephant, pulling five or six super-sized carriages with stability akin to that of a horse-drawn carriage.

The chain of super-sized carriages linked together, appearing like a slow-moving train.

Behind the thunder beast-pulled carriages was an endless line of horse-drawn ones, only these were much smaller and carried less freight, pulled by mules and horses.

Past Red Bat Grotto.

The caravan slowly entered the snowfield, and then the majestic ice wall appeared before them, like a giant white dragon dipping its head into the endless expanse of white snow.

Heat flared in the palm of his hand.

Russell looked down to see the M-shaped mark burning; it was Little Dream Dragon’s longing for the snowfield, craving for those tasty green and blue skins.

“Grof,” Russell called out.

“Sir,” Big Dumb Bear Grof responded in a soft voice, riding a warhorse.

“Before that incident happened, did you ever fight on the snowfield?”

“I have fought,” Grof, now thirty-five years old, had fled to Glowing Valley and been there for seven or eight years.

In those seven or eight years, his childhood sweetheart had already given birth to three children.

And he had been hiding in Wildman Cave, enduring a life of hunger and scarcity, with his spirit as a knight almost completely eroded.

“After this, you’ll have to get used to fighting in the snowfield regularly,” Russell, having nothing else to do, casually chatted with Grof. “Jennie has obtained happiness, and you should also strive for your own. Put in a good effort, and I’ll find you a wife when we get back.”