The Wizard: Starting with the Omniscient Cube

Almost all the princes of the Kingdom of Atlantis were present.

"Blood Frog is dead." An old prince shook his head, his face full of regret, and put down the magnifying glass in his hand. He was the Black Fly Prince, and was highly respected in the kingdom.

He practiced the Black Fly Breathing Technique, using up to a hundred compound eyes to examine even the smallest, most inconspicuous details. He was a rare great knight who came from a detective knight background.

The Swan Prince's face was so gloomy it seemed to drip water, his lips pressed tightly into a line, while the Shark Prince and the Dragonfly stared at each other, their eyes filled with panic.

"Please look, everyone, this is where the Blood Frog was last seen. You can see some signs of a struggle, and these are bloodstains." Prince Blackfly pointed to the bricks on the ground and the claw marks on the wall. As he spoke, he squatted down to examine them carefully, adding, "These claw marks don't look like those of a wolf or a tiger, but rather like those of a lion. However, our kingdom does not have any great knights who practice lion-like breathing techniques."

As for the dent in the wall, it is clearly the Blood Frog's magic lamp. The fact that it was dented so deeply indicates that it practiced the breathing technique of beasts.

"The Lion Knight, the Lion Knight has come knocking!" Prince Dragonfly wailed, his body trembling slightly, dejected and completely lacking the composure of a great knight.

Lion claw marks, enough to easily defeat the Blood Frog Prince, who else could this person be but the Lion Man? No, it's still the Mantis Man.

"Damn it!" Prince Shark roared angrily, his face turning bright red and veins bulging on his forehead. He quickly turned to the middle-aged man beside him and said, "Koi, for the sake of our ancestors, you have to save me..."

"I can't deduce it right now." Prince Koi shook his head, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He thought to himself, "This is indeed that kid Carp's teammate, a potential Epic Knight, but his growth rate is too fast, only a few years."

"Hmph." Prince Swan snorted coldly, his aura, which was close to that of a supreme knight, overflowing from him. The powerful aura caused the princes present to turn their heads and unconsciously take a few steps back.

"What exactly is going on?" Prince Blackfly frowned, his forehead wrinkles deepening, and asked.

"Yes, why haven't you informed us at this point?" Prince Cheetah said, his expression displeased and his eyes wide.

"Dragonfly, you speak," said Prince Maple Leaf, looking at the dejected Prince Dragonfly.

"I'll talk, I'll talk," Prince Dragonfly stammered, his voice trembling.

……

"That's how it is. I have to pack my things and leave, the farther the better." Prince Dragonfly was timid and not a high knight by family lineage; he had climbed up from the bottom. He could easily find another kingdom to live in and just keep a low profile in the future.

"Perhaps this lion-man will let him go," the dragonfly prince said, before transforming into a four-meter-long emerald green dragonfly. He flapped his wings weakly and flew away unsteadily.

The princes watched him leave, their expressions complex; some shook their heads and sighed, while others looked on with envy.

"So, our Kingdom of Atlantis has a knight who practices both breathing techniques? He's come for revenge now? And he's been promoted to Grand Knight?" Prince Blackfly was the first to recover, slowly summarizing, his eyes filled with contemplation.

"I'm afraid so." Prince Shark nodded. Watching his old friend Prince Dragonfly leave, he broke down and sat down on the ground. He was bound to his family's breathing technique and territory, and there was no way he could escape unless he abandoned the glory of his ancestors.

"Our kingdom has never had an epic knight before, this is a blessing for the kingdom," Prince Maple Leaf said slowly, a hint of satisfaction on his face.

"Yes, the Gates of Hell have increased the pressure on you all. It's a good thing to have a strong knight to share the burden," a prince said with a smile, his gloom vanishing.

"Moreover, this mysterious knight seems to have always kept a low profile; he's quite a remarkable person," Prince Koi said with a slight upturn of his lips.

"You'd better pray you don't provoke a future epic knight." Prince Blackfly knew how complicated this matter was, and he didn't want to ruin his reputation in his later years. Blood Frog was a cunning and treacherous fellow who always died mysteriously. As he spoke, Prince Blackfly shook his head slightly, his eyes full of apprehension.

"I'll be waiting for you at Neuschwanstein Castle." With those words, the Swan Prince transformed into a six-meter-long white swan, flapped his wings powerfully, and vanished like an arc of light, leaving only a white shadow behind.

The princes were all invigorated and began whispering among themselves, "That eccentric swan must be nearing the pinnacle. I'm so envious." One prince, his face full of envy, stared intently in the direction the swan had gone.

"Yes, I have no hope in this life. My energy and blood are declining." Another prince sighed, patted his chest, and looked dejected.

"Me too, sigh." Another prince chimed in, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

"Where exactly is this person?" Prince Maple Leaf stroked his chin, his eyes filled with contemplation as he guessed.

"Haha, no matter where he is, this guy is going to be famous all over the continent." Prince Koi patted Prince Maple Leaf on the shoulder, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and gave him a meaningful look.

Before long, news of a knight from the Kingdom of Atlantis who practiced both breathing techniques and martial arts spread across the continent, quickly becoming a hot topic of conversation among the knights.

The knights were all very excited; some waved their arms excitedly, while others jumped up in excitement.

At this moment, far to the north of the Kingdom of Atlantis, in the Kingdom of Zero Snow, a land where snow falls year-round, the biting wind howls, whipping up the snow from the ground and creating white whirlwinds in the air.

A female knight with skin as white as snowflakes, wrapped in a cotton-padded coat, hurriedly fled into the depths of the snow-capped mountains, leaving only shallow tracks in the snow she trodden before disappearing in the blink of an eye. Her face was full of tension, and she kept glancing back.

Shortly after she left, several paladins in silver armor caught up with her expressionlessly, their footprints sinking deep into the snow. Their eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Dina, you can't escape. Dual cultivation of breathing techniques is truly heretical. To prevent you from opposing our Frost God Church in the future, we have no choice but to eliminate you in advance," the leading knight said calmly, his voice sounding particularly cold in the wind.

After an unknown amount of time in the chase, the knight suddenly stopped, touched the ornament by his ear, and heard a human voice coming from it.

After listening, his face darkened, and several veins bulged on his forehead.

"Damn it, a knight who can practice dual breathing techniques has appeared in the eastern part of the continent."

"My lord, these matters are handled by the theocratic agents in charge of the east. We just need to take care of Diana," a paladin said, his eyes resolute.