CHAPTER 107 - Knights Cultivation.

The Next Day.

The weekends were over, and now the classes were back to their routine, many attending while others just going out and doing what they wanted.

The classes, however, went on whether there were just two students in the class or sixty.

One such class, class B of the knight course, was the same.

The classroom was unusually quiet, save for the scratch of chalk against the board and the occasional scrape of a chair against the stone floor. Alan Nightshade, with his long black hair cascading down his back and piercing black eyes, stood at the front. His voice was deep, carrying a commanding tone that demanded attention, even as his slightly arrogant smirk irritated half the class.