As soon as he heard the word "handsome," Little Clark's eyes sparkled with jet-black brightness, and he immediately bounced over. Streaks of lightning from his horn shot onto the stiff-bodied Byrd. Water-based purification magic—this was also a specialty of unicorns, and only such holy beasts could perform it. The white ones could do it, and so could the black ones.

In this regard, the gods did not discriminate against him; instead, they gave him even greater power.

Dark blood gushed from Byrd's wounds, but his face, pale as a corpse, gradually regained its color.

Gavin Clark patted his companion. "Well done. Tonight you can have an extra leg to eat."

Saying this, he slowly walked toward the Sealer. The Sealer, restraining Blanche Bennett, slowly retreated. This way, the mage couldn't chant spells, and the Sealer, whose mental acuity was just as sharp, could sense any fluctuations.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll really kill her!"

"I already told you, I don't care. You should have a sealing notebook on you, right? Hand it over and get lost, or I'll find it on your corpse," Gavin Clark said coldly.

Blanche Bennett was on the verge of tears from anger. She never expected that a single summer training would stir up so much trouble. How could this place be so completely different from the royal city? The villain, the scoundrel before her, actually ignored her like this. In the Empire, so many people would fight just to make her smile, but...

"Are you serious?" The Sealer's eyes lit up.

"Hurry up, my patience is running thin!"

At this point, the Sealer couldn't care about anything else. Whether it was this unknown kid in front of him or the recovering Byrd, neither was someone to mess with, and both were ruthless types. Delay would only bring trouble.

The Sealer threw over a book. Every Sealer had their own sealing insights, which were undoubtedly the most important thing to a Sealer. But unfortunately, he only had a basic sealing manual in his pack.

"This woman is yours!" the Sealer said, suddenly shoving Blanche Bennett forward. He tossed out a card, summoned a Gale Beast, leapt onto it, and quickly made his escape.

This was a total loss—lost the woman and the troops. But with Blanche Bennett's pride, she probably wouldn't tell the Archmage. The Skeleton Corps, though, could be a problem. Sigh, better to just survive the day.

Gavin Clark caught Blanche Bennett and casually set her aside, then picked up the sealing book for himself. "Fundamentals of Sealing Techniques." Compared to sealing insights, this was actually more important for Gavin Clark at his current stage.

"Little Clark, let's get going!"

"Hiss hiss..."

Strange people, strange unicorns. By now, Byrd had almost fully recovered. The unicorn's healing effect was even better than expected. Such a troublesome corpse poison was resolved so easily—holy beasts truly lived up to their reputation.

"Hey, nosy little brother, leave your name!"

The receding Gavin Clark just waved his hand.

A youth who uses Dragon Battle Aura, a rare dark unicorn—what interesting people!

Byrd swung his longsword a few times. Not bad, he had recovered especially well, even his old wounds showed signs of healing.

Blanche Bennett, swallowing her humiliation, still bowed to Byrd. "I'm sorry. I apologize for my companion's despicable actions."

Byrd smiled. "Blanche Bennett Miss, you've gained quite a lot from this training. To be alive, you can't just look at the surface."

"Blanche Bennett has learned her lesson. But Mr. Byrd, after today, I will still continue to hunt you. As long as you remain a member of the Skeleton Corps, this matter isn't over."

"Haha, you're welcome to hunt me. Not every member of the Skeleton Corps is like me, just so you know. As for that Sealer just now, leave him to me. I guarantee today's events end here."

Byrd shrugged indifferently. This little girl was no simple character either. Even after such an ordeal, she could quickly adjust. Douglas's disciples truly couldn't be underestimated.

Just as Blanche Bennett was about to leave, she paused and suddenly asked, "Do you know that strange guy?"

"Strange guy? Haha, he really is a strange one. I don't know him, just shared some roast meat with him by chance. I never expected to be so lucky. But in the Skeleton Corps, we always repay kindness with kindness, and revenge with revenge!"

Blanche Bennett nodded. She had learned so much today. The so-called evil heretics in the stories weren't so evil after all—like the Skeleton Corps member before her. And the so-called righteous heroes were often nothing but scoundrels. Now she finally understood her teacher's advice before leaving.

What you hear isn't necessarily true. What you see isn't necessarily true. Only what your heart feels is real.

The dazzling bracelet on her right hand slowly dimmed. Inside was sealed a forbidden spell that could protect her safety. As a disciple of the Archmage, she naturally had plenty of good things on her, but Blanche Bennett hadn't rushed to use them. She wanted to know what this world was really like.

"Going to Water? Strange guy, we'll meet again sooner or later!"

Of course, Blanche Bennett didn't feel grateful for the other's help, because he never intended to save her. Besides, she could save herself. What she couldn't stand the most was his attitude—more unbearable than contempt or disdain was his blatant disregard, treating her as if she didn't exist. For a girl with both beauty and talent, this was the greatest insult!