The students practicing nearby all rushed over when the accident happened. Naturally, they all heard what Jason had said. They each thought Jason had gone mad. Or rather, scared silly! How could a horse understand human speech? The students shouted loudly, but before they could finish, they witnessed a scene they would never forget— With a long whinny, the sprinting horse raised its front hooves. The surrounding students’ faces turned pale. One of the students couldn’t help but exclaim in a low voice: In the center of the handkerchief the pastry chef was dragging lay a severed finger. The flesh was already gone. Slim and cleanly cut at the base. It even had fine cracks on it. “When Tedi was riding Radish towards me just now, the usually docile Radish became uncontrollable because it stepped on this finger!” The pastry chef explained. The crowd had a sudden realization and nodded in agreement. “So that’s what happened.” Then, their expressions changed once more. “There is a finger here.” “Could it be that below…?” The female Knight swallowed her saliva and suddenly felt the soil under her feet growing warm. The others felt the same. Although they were members of the St. Mungo’s Academy student council and upheld the traditions by training as Knights, They were only training and had not engaged in real combat. At most, they ended up getting injured and bleeding during training. They had truly never seen one. The female Knight wanted to jump straight out of the hole but remained still. The members of the student council, however, jumped out one by one. This made the female Knight feel embarrassed. After all, there was an ‘outsider’ present. Looking at Jason, who stood at the edge of the pit with an indifferent expression from beginning to end, the female Knight shouted, “Have you forgotten the oath you took when you joined the student council? Have you forgotten the oath you took when you received your swords? Have you forgotten the oath you took when you chose your horses?” The students who had just jumped out of the pit felt extremely ashamed when questioned by the female Knight. They all bowed their heads. The female Knight suddenly shouted loudly: “Between light and darkness, there is always a power that has never changed.” “Amidst sanctity and decay, there is always a power that finds ascension.” The female Knight’s voice made the bowed students lift their heads. After exchanging glances, almost simultaneously they shouted the rest of the oath: “War, famine, poverty, let that power become eternal.” “Peace, harvest, wealth, let that power become precious.” “In the witness of Chen Xi, we… fear nothing!” Their voices grew louder and louder. Until at last, they became impassioned. Courage dispelled the fear. The students returned to the pit and resumed excavating. Surprise flickered in Jason’s eyes as he stood to the side. He couldn’t believe a student council would have such an oath? It was entirely another version of the Knight’s oath. “That is St. Mungo’s Academy’s motto.” “It is said to have been left by one of the earliest vice principals who founded the academy.” The pastry chef explained. Jason was astonished, for he had thought it would have been a principal who left it behind. “Rumors say the vice principal was a Hunter or a lumberjack of sorts who once lived in a small cabin in a corner of the academy, but that cabin is long gone.” The pastry chef said, a look of regret on her face. She sincerely wished to meet the vice principal who could have spoken such an oath. Because such an oath always reminded him of the old knight. It was regrettable that the two could not meet. They would have hit it off, right? Jason shook his head slightly, casting aside such unreliable thoughts, and began to focus his attention on the pit. The members of the student council dug with more vigor than before.