Head Knight Archibald Hayes looked like a young man, probably not yet thirty, with neatly cut blonde hair and resolute eyes.
Although the Raymond Viscountcy was considered a small territory, someone who could be a head knight at this age would not have low strength; he certainly must have outstanding talent or rich combat experience.
Furthermore, the Raymond family had money, and there was no shortage of capable knights coming to pledge allegiance to receive generous treatment.
Archibald put down the knife and fork in his hands, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, his brows slightly furrowed, carrying a trace of deep anxiety between his forehead: "My Lord, the knight order lost another two horses today. They attacked too suddenly from above; we couldn't deal with those Gryphons."
Gryphons?
Jasmine heard this name for the first time, slightly surprised, her hand holding the soup spoon pausing.
