The young knight glanced at Malin and then frowned. He took out a photo from his chest, looked at it, and then his whole face scrunched up like a chrysanthemum.
"I'm sorry, but I was talking about the championship duel." The young knight looked at Malin, his face full of anger: "This is extremely excessive behavior! Lord Malin!"
Well, it seems Malin really can't hide anymore. Even people from such small places have recognized Malin's appearance.
Malin sighed: "Actually, I'm still the champion of the Goddess of Harvest."
"How can you blatantly lie like that!" shouted the young knight, pointing at Malin.
Malin was deeply saddened by this—back then, when he entered the field, everyone thought Malin was a pushover. Now everyone sees Malin, and they don't even bother to fight; they directly question Malin's professional integrity.
