Chapter 450: Duty of A Safekeeper

A great burst of light blinded the audience. The wounds healed, bones mended, and limbs reattached under the rune's command. The crowd gasped as the two knights were fully recovered under their eyes, and the man in question gave no regard to the honor of the fight.

"You are mad!"

Count George jumped from his chair and pointed; his thick beard was splashed with saliva. The veins on his face were protruding, almost as if he couldn't wait to eat Arthur's alive.

"I am mad... for healing your knight?" Arthur almost laughed at the absurdity and selfishness of his words. "Do you people hold no regard to the lives of your knights?"

"Who made you the savior of this land?" the Duke of Contracts said as he looked down on him. The rest of the crowd looked at him with a similar gaze, including the guests from Alva.