"Understood," Sylas said, pleased. For him, that was precisely what he wanted—there would be no honor in being a wandering knight if he received help from his family.
"Alright then, where do you plan to go first?" the count asked. Wandering knights were expected to distance themselves from their family's territory—staying in their own backyard wouldn't be much of a journey.
Sylas, who had already thought it through, replied immediately, "The West."
Upon hearing Sylas's plans, Toby's eyes widened in surprise.
"A wandering knight? They still keep up with that musty old tradition?"
"Maybe you could keep that opinion to yourself," Sylas replied dryly.
"No, I'm just saying it because it's surprising. There's no benefit to it."