"What?" As if he had received the greatest shock of his life, Marcus' color visibly dulled. His two friends carried his pathetic self out of here.
Reinahrdt, who was surprised by the routine of the comedy trio, focused his attention back on the blueprint in his hand.
By the time he was finished with his work, the day was already over.
The morning of the next day, at the first crack of dawn, the sleepy looking members of the Order of the Temple of Light gathered. They all stood straight and respectfully in a line, while trying to suppress their yawns.
"Starting from today, I am recommencing your knight training."
The reactions of the members were divided. Some looked pumped up to train, some barely showed emotions, while others expressed their exhaustion.
