Master Jared slowly walked up to Auckland and extended his hand. "Congratulations! You've won this duel."
"Thank you." Auckland said with a smile.
"Lancelot, you are very talented. I wonder which master you learned from?" Jared asked casually.
"My master doesn't allow me to tell his name to others casually."
"Oh, I see." Jared withdrew his hand with some regret, and at the same time gave up the idea of taking Lancelot as his disciple. To be able to teach a genius like Lancelot, his master must be several times more powerful than himself.
"I wonder if you're interested in selling the emblem you just made? I'm willing to pay a high price for it." Jared asked as a compromise.
This was the first time he had seen a special emblem. If he could buy it and study it, it would be very helpful to him.
Auckland glanced at Delagar beside him and shook his head slightly. "Sorry, I'm leaving this emblem for my friend. If I have any extra emblems in the future, I'll definitely sell them to you first."
"Okay..." Jared sighed and gave Oakland his contact number and email address, asking him to contact him anytime if he had a special crest to sell. He was willing to buy it at any price.
After losing the duel, Wood was so ashamed that he immediately logged off. Mark, feeling betrayed, was left with nowhere to vent his anger and left the Heraldry Guild with his companions, dejected. As for the others, they all rushed forward, trying to exchange numbers with the genius herald Lancelot, but Hall stopped them and simply gave them a newly registered email address before sending them off.
Hall, a tall man of 1.9 meters, stood there with great momentum, and no one could get past him. Besides, they were afraid of upsetting Lancelot, so they had to retreat in disappointment.
"Let's go." Hall protected Oakland and Dragal as they left the Heraldry Guild. The people who stayed behind could only express their excitement of witnessing the birth of a genius herald through a large number of posts.
"Hey, how did you and Senior Hall get involved?" De Lagar asked Oakland curiously in a low voice as he walked out.
Although Hall and Auckland were engaged, they should have never had any contact with each other. How come Auckland suddenly agreed to join Hall's team and took the initiative to reveal the identity of the maker of the special emblem?
Oakland had no choice but to tell Hall about how his father and stepmother had come to the school to try to expel him, and how Hall had come to his rescue. He was now completely estranged from his family, and his father and stepmother would no longer cover his tuition and living expenses. He needed a way to make money, and partnering with Hall would allow him to present himself to the public with a virtual identity and make money more easily.
No one would have thought that Lancelot, the young genius herald who became famous on the Star Network, would be a freshman who had not yet entered the heraldry department to study.
Those who attacked the original owner on Arnoto Star did not survive the Zerg attack, so he did not know who wanted his life. Before he recovered his cultivation, it would be better for him to keep a low profile in reality.
Dragal nodded in understanding. He guessed that Hall would help Oakland because of Oakland's outstanding talent in heraldry. The cooperation between the two of them could be considered mutually beneficial.
After the three of them arrived at the door, Hall sent a message to Oakland with a coordinate. "Meet here tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM. I'll take you to meet your teammates."
"OK."
"Then... I'm leaving." The matter had been resolved, and Hall felt there was no need for him to stay any longer, so he planned to leave.
"Wait." Oakland suddenly called him.
Hall turned and looked at Oakland.
"Um...thank you." Although this person's temper and attitude are really not good, he always appears suddenly when I need him the most. No matter what his purpose is, he has really helped me. Saying thank you is the least I can do.
"You're welcome." Hall replied dryly and left without looking back.
"Hehe, do you think Senior Hall is shy?" Delagar looked at Hall's hurried back and felt like he was running away.
"Shy? Are you sure you're talking about Hall Williams?" Oakland showed a horrified expression. He couldn't imagine that someone like Hall would be shy.
"Haha...that's right." Dragal immediately laughed dryly and threw away his ridiculous idea.
*******
In General Parsey's residence.
"Dad, what's the matter with you calling me here?" Ivan Percy walked into the study of his father, General Arnold Percy, his big eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Did you see the Star Network news today?" Arnold Percy was a remarkably imposing man, radiating a steely aura, a chilling rage amassed from his time on the battlefield. His face was marked by deep wrinkles, and his bad mood had drawn the corners of his mouth slightly downward, making him appear even more stern and unapproachable. Most people wouldn't even be able to approach him.
"Dad, are you referring to Lancelot?" Alvin was not afraid of his father at all. He walked straight to him and sat down.
Seeing his son like this, General Arnold's tense facial lines softened a little. In fact, in addition to Ivan, he had three illegitimate children, but only Ivan dared to get close to him. In addition, after the age of fifteen, Ivan showed an outstanding talent for heraldry, so General Arnold treated him differently.
"He joined Hall Williams's team. Do you know what this means?" asked General Arnold.
"I know. It means I have to work harder to ensure our team's victory." A determined look appeared on Ivan's cute face.
General Arnold nodded approvingly, greatly appreciating Ivan's strategic awareness. "While this could just be a smokescreen from Williams to drum up support for his son, there's no such thing as empty talk. You need to intensify your training. I've hired two heraldry masters to personally instruct you. You must study hard."
"Yes, Dad."
"Also, that guy named George... are you sure you want to get him into the team?" To be honest, General Arnold actually looked down on George Campbell at all. George was just the son of a nouveau riche. He didn't even want to talk about all the messy things at home. He was not smart enough. His qualifications as a double A-level mecha combat division could only be described as above-average. There were many such combat divisions. His son was so outstanding that he was more than qualified to be an S-level combat division. If it weren't for... he would never agree to the engagement between Ivan and George.
"Dad, George said he would take me to his house in a few days."
"Oh?" General Arnold's eyes suddenly deepened. "Then go ahead. Spend a few days searching for that thing."
"Okay, Dad." Ivan showed a well-behaved smile on his face. "Don't worry, if George doesn't perform well after the game starts, I will definitely not defend him."
General Arnold reached out and gently stroked his son's head. "I'm glad you understand. You can go practice now."
"Okay, Dad." Ivan leaned over and gave General Arnold a light kiss on the cheek, then skipped out of the study.
"This child." General Arnold watched Ivan leave the study with soft eyes.
However, the moment the study door closed, the sweet smile on Ivan's face vanished completely. He felt as if all his strength had been drained from him. He leaned against the wall, his chest heaving violently. His father's aura was truly terrifying. Every time he spent with him, it felt like torture.
The so-called father-son relationship was nothing more than a staged drama. If his father truly valued him, why would he have created three 'brothers' for him? Ever since he was little, he knew how he should behave in order to secure the greatest benefit for himself and his mother.
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