Duchy of Barlow, night falls, drizzle falls, and a teenager runs in the woods in a hurry. He gasped for breath, his physical strength was exhausted, and only a negligible will to survive supported his running.

A sturdy figure chased after the young man, his legs unusually strong, leaving a large crater in the ground with each step, making a heavy sound and splashing large expanses of dirt. Even in the dense forest, he can walk more than ten meters in one step.

The boy looked back in panic and saw that the man's legs were glowing reddish, his heart was full of despair, and his fragile will to survive was immediately strained.

With a "poof", he tripped over the roots of the tree under his feet.

While the boy was struggling, the mighty swordsman had come behind him.

"Don't kill me, I don't want anything, please spare ......," the boy begged as he lay on the ground.

The swordsman only wanted to kill, he didn't say half a word of nonsense, he retracted the light on his legs, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a light red flame. The boy didn't even see the path of the sword, his neck was pierced, and the great artery ruptured, spurting red blood.

"Uh......" The young man clutched the fist-sized wound on his neck, convulsed, and slowly closed his eyes.

The swordsman breathed a long sigh of relief, his originally cold face eased, and the light on the sword receded. He bent down and was about to cut off the boy's head, but suddenly stopped and looked at the boy's immature face.

"As a nobleman, you have lost your privileges, but as a child, you should die a decent death. The swordsman turned and left.

After a while, a pitch-black spatial crack appeared, and a fist-sized golden ball of light flew out and burrowed into the center of the young man's eyebrows.

Lear felt that his whole body was fluttering, his eyes were dark, and his mind was a blur, as if he had lost the ability to think. Suddenly, a blue ball of light appeared in front of him, causing him to feel intensely hungry.

"Eat him!" Dominated by instinct, he pounced on the blue ball of light and gulped it down. The blue ball of light struggled for his life, but the golden ball of light was far more powerful than him. As the minutes ticked by, the blue ball of light grew smaller and smaller, and Lear's soul, the golden ball of light, grew bigger and bigger.

It's just that due to the struggle of the blue ball of light, there are always a few fragments that scatter and disappear into the void.

Lear senses that the food is decreasing and immediately spends time swallowing.

"Help me get my revenge!" the blue ball of light emitted a thought, stopping its struggle.

"Good!" Lear, who had no reason to speak of, casually agreed to come down and enjoy the feast.

The blue ball of light remained motionless, and was finally completely engulfed by the golden orb.

Eating the perfect meal, Lear felt warm and slowly fell asleep, he couldn't see that there was an extra man and a sword in his soul.

A golden ancient long sword was suspended in a golden ball of light, the hilt of the long sword was the sun, moon and stars on one side, and the mountains and rivers on the other, and the sword body had simple cloud patterns. In front of the sword, there is a baby girl curled up.

The baby girl's heart suddenly began to beat, the ancient long sword emitted a strong light, and the originally dead boy was surrounded by golden light, and the wound on his neck actually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The surrounding aura was converging there at a very slow pace, deep into the ancient sword of the golden soul.

At the same time, a huge silver dragon flew through the air, and the silver dragon casually glanced down. When she saw that the human boy was still alive, she ignored it and continued to fly.

Two days later, in the evening, there was a commotion outside the twilight forest, startling countless birds.

It wasn't long before a sturdy female warrior approached, holding a few dry branches. The female warrior has a large waist and a round waist, and her arms are as thick as the legs of an adult man, and her legs are as thick as the waist of an adult man, while there is no difference between her waist and chest circumference.

The female warrior carried a heavy sword behind her back, and even if she picked up dead branches, her eyes were still full of vigilance.

"Huh?" the female warrior spotted the boy, her eyes lit up, "Dead man?" she hurriedly threw down the dead branch and stepped over in a few steps.

She skillfully put her hand on the young man's neck, and suddenly scolded, "Damn!

"It looks like a noble young master......" The female warrior looked full of philistine, "To kill or not to kill......?"

Just as the greedy female warrior hesitated, a tall woman approached.

When the female warrior heard the voice, she turned her head to look and found that it was the regiment commander Catherine, and squeezed out a smiling face: "Catherine, there is a noble young master here, but unfortunately he is not dead." ”

Catherine was a little shorter than the female warrior, with blond hair, fair skin, and towering twin peaks that almost tore through her clothes. Her body is very toned, and her tight leather pants perfectly show off her slender legs. She has a long sword hanging from her waist and a neat leather suit, which makes her even more heroic.

The female warrior and Catherine stood together like a dehaired hen standing in front of a peacock.

It's just that Catherine's blue eyes revealed a faint tiredness.

She put down the dead branch in her hand and walked over quickly, observing the boy in front of her and the surrounding environment.

The boy was dressed in typical aristocratic outgoing attire, with a black cloak on the outside, a velvet knight's coat inside, a silk shirt under the knight's coat, leggings, and long leather boots. If the boy wears a hat with ostrich feathers on his head, it is the standard travel dress of the nobles.

Catherine's expression changed when she saw the young man's silk shirt and the blood stains on it, leaned over to carefully inspect the buttons of the young man's coat, and then reached out and patted the young man's pocket. Of course, she did not forget to examine the muscles of the boy's palms, arms, and legs.

"This kid is not an ordinary nobleman. Catherine whispered, "Susan, stay here for now, and I'll take a closer look." This person is not small, don't get into trouble!" With that, she drew the long sword at her waist and searched around.

Catherine quickly left Susan's sight, and Susan certainly understood what the captain meant by "don't get into trouble", but she still couldn't contain her greed, and reached for the boy's pocket.

"Hell, a nobleman who is poorer than me!" cursed Susan, a thick-waisted warrioress, before rearranging the boy's clothes.

Catherine walked back, her eyes full of doubt. She looked at the boy carefully, and the boy's immature face touched her.

"Susan, carry him back to camp. Catherine made the decision, "He's just a kid......"

"Catherine, this is a poor boy who ...... even a penny on him," Susan blushed and did not continue.

"He's not a poor boy, he's a rich nobleman, and if we save him, we might be able to make a fortune. Catherine said with a smile.

Susan easily put the boy on her shoulders and asked in a rough voice, "How do you see that?"

"Ordinary nobles only wore silk clothes at banquets. You can see that his clothes are simple for the convenience of long journeys, there is no extra jewelry, so as not to attract attention, there is no money in his pocket, and he should have servants by his side. Also, the buttons of his coat were painted with a layer of lacquer, which was actually pure gold. In this way, even if this noble young master is in danger and the money is robbed, he will not starve to death because he has no money. None of this is proof of ordinary aristocrats. Catherine explained to Susan with a smile.

"So that's ......" Susan regretted very much, knowing that she had taken the noble young master's buttons away first.

However, Catherine had more important words to say, and she thought to herself: "There are blood stains on and around this noble young master's clothes, and it is very strange that there is obviously a battle here, and there is not a single wound on his body. There are also small pits on the north side, which are the traces left by the high-speed running of intermediate and above swordsmen. ”

"There is no trace of battle around the boy except blood, and there must be a side that will win quickly with absolute strength. Although it had rained here, the traces showed that there were only two or three people at most, and only one of them was a swordsman-level powerhouse. The young man's palms were calloused, his muscles were flabby, and he was probably not even the worst junior fighter. No matter how you deduce it, it looks like the swordsman is chasing the boy, but in the end he lets him go. It's weird. ”

"The surrounding traces show that it happened two or three days ago, even if there is a vendetta, it is over, save him, and you won't get into trouble. If this young man's family is rich, he will definitely be rewarded, and if something goes wrong in the family, it is a big deal to save an ordinary person. He has gold buckles on his body, and there must be something of value in that belt, and he won't lose money anyway. ”

Catherine is the leader of a small mercenary group, and the interests of the mercenary group always come first. If she saw the boy being chased by a swordsman, she would never come to her rescue.

Susan carried Lear to the camp, while Catherine held the dead branches. Walking out of the forest, there was a noisy camp with at least two hundred people busy. An experienced mercenary can use the flags, horses, coats of arms, etc. in the camp to show that there are three different mercenary groups in the camp, and the people in the luxury tent in the center of the camp are the employers of the three mercenary groups.

"Thick-waisted Susan, why did you pick up someone and come back, this thing is not easy to burn. "The person who spoke had a striking scar from the center of his eyebrows to the left side of his face, and it was a mid-level warrior of the Flamelight Mercenary Regiment, Scar Los.

"Watch your mouth, this is a noble young master!" Susan glared at Loes fiercely, and said in an accentuated voice, "A rich noble young master!"

"Shit noble!" Los cursed under his breath, looking at the unconscious Lear viciously. The scar on his face was left by a nobleman who only paid him one gold carat just to practice his sword. However, scolding and scolding, in this hierarchical society, if an ordinary warrior kills a nobleman, there is only one way to die.

"It's just a child. Loos, tell the rest of the regiment not to trouble me!" Catherine rested her hand on the hilt of her sword and looked directly at Loos with a cold gaze.

"Yes, beautiful leader. Los quickly changed his face and turned away with a grin, informing the other members of the group that the head of the regiment had saved a child. Before turning around, his gaze full of ** stayed on the head of the regiment for a few more moments.

There are countless mercenaries who regard Catherine as the lover of their dreams, and if they are gathered, it is enough to make up two large mercenary groups.

Susan put Lear in Catherine's tent and turned to Catherine, "Catherine, where do you sleep at night?"

"I'll sleep in a spare tent, go, come with me to pitch a tent. With that, Catherine took the spare tent and set up a new tent with Susan.

As soon as the new tent was erected, a butler-like figure walked over from the luxury tent in the center of the camp. The man looked to be in his forties, with curly brown hair, a serious, meticulous countenance, and a crisp tuxedo even when he was on the road.

"Lady Catherine, I heard you have taken in a child?" he asked politely.

"Yes, Master Pine. Catherine said. Although Pine is a butler, he also has the title of Lord. Before a commoner could become a swordsman, he had to address a person with a title as a lord, lord, or lord. However, Catherine respects Pyne not only because he is a Lord, but also because he is a junior swordsman.

"You are such a mercenary mercenary. Please take me to see him. Pyne said earnestly.

"Yes. Catherine led Pine to Lear's tent.

Pyne enters the tent and examines Lear's body with a puzzled look. He had already sent his men to inspect the situation in the forest, and judging from the traces that it was a powerful high-ranking swordsman who participated in the battle, and he didn't want to get into trouble, so he personally inspected the rescued people.

If it hadn't been washed by the rain, Pine's eyes would have deduced from the distribution of the blood stains that the boy's neck had been hit hard, but now that the blood stains on both the ground and the boy's clothes had been drenched in the rain, it was difficult to tell what was going on.

"Don't leave, it's up to the eldest lady to decide whether to keep this child or not. Pyne left and walked into the glamping tent in the middle of the camp.

After a while, Pyne came out with two maids and told Catherine to take care of the child at his expense. The two maids behind Pine put down the tray in their hands and followed Pine away.

"This is the healing water of the Holy See of Jerusa, worth at least 150 gold carats!" Susan picked up the transparent potion in surprise. This is almost equal to the income of ordinary high-ranking warriors for most of the year, and Susan herself can only earn 1,200 silver pounds a year, that is, 120 gold carats.

The two servants brought a clean set of clothes, a bottle of healing water, a large glass of slightly cooler milk, four sausages, and two soft breads.

Catherine snatched the healing water and said, "Hold him up and let him drink it." ”

Susan looked at the precious potion reluctantly and reluctantly picked up Lear.

Catherine carefully poured the healing water into Lear's mouth and waited. Healing Holy Water is a high-grade potion made by the priests of the Holy See in Jerusa, which can not only heal external injuries, but also have various magical effects.

After the healing holy water entered the body, it was quickly absorbed, and Lear woke up. It's just that in the moment of wakefulness, he found that countless memory fragments appeared in his mind, and he couldn't accept such a huge amount of information for a while, and almost fainted. Fortunately, the healing holy water had a miraculous effect to keep him awake.

"Are you awake?" Catherine asked with a smile, now like a gentle sister next door rather than a cold mercenary leader.

After absorbing the memories that did not belong to him, Lear's face turned pale, and his hands clutched the thin blanket on his body. He was now certain that he had come to a world completely different from Earth, and that seemed to occupy someone else's body.

When he saw the stranger in front of him, he didn't dare to speak at all, although he had obtained most of the memories and knowledge of the young man, and he could understand the words of the blonde beauty in front of him, but reason made him unable to express his position easily, maybe a trivial detail could reveal his identity.

He closed his eyes helplessly, silence was the best option.

Catherine and Susan glanced at each other and quietly stepped out of the tent.

Feeling the two of them leave, Lear reopened his eyes and sighed softly.

The last image he remembers is the bastard who became a meatloaf - he was walking on a pedestrian crossing in a downtown area, opposite a green light, but was hit and killed by a drunk drag racing driver rushing from the left. And before he died, he saw that bastard and his car were hit by another crazy field car with failed brakes and hit the wall, which was regarded as avenging him.

He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't see that the jade pendant he had just bought absorbed the blood of his whole body after his death, turned into a sword, and took him to this strange world.

"I really don't know if I should be grateful or angry. However, since I can come back from the dead, I should express my gratitude to the power that brought me back to life, whether it is an immortal or a turbulent time and space, but ......" His heart was full of contradictions.

He did not give up hope, carefully searched his mind for the newly acquired memories, and found that this was a magical world, with swords and magic, but the country where the boy was located was still dominated by swords, and the neighboring country of Netheret was the country of magic. It's just that in the memory of the teenager, most of those magicians are scholars, and none of the orthodox mages pursue the destructive power of magic, but are more like qualified scientists on the earth, with the purpose of studying the nature of magic.

The country where the boy is located is the world of swords, and sword skills and fighting spirit are the foundation of everything.

He searched for a long time, but he couldn't find the magic in his memory that could teleport to other worlds, which belonged to the realm of gods, and gods and ghosts didn't know where they were.

"Why is this happening! I'm just a law-abiding ordinary citizen, why did I come to this inexplicable world!" the anger in Lear's heart exploded.

He is not a cold-blooded animal, he has parents, relatives, friends, and classmates at home, and in his opinion, being able to be with his family and friends is more important than crossing into some other world.

How can an inexplicable world compare to more than twenty years of affection!

He is just an ordinary junior college student, and his biggest and most unlikely dream is to be a rich man and live well. But the most realistic dream is just to raise a father and mother, afford a loan house, go online without going over the wall, and marry a girl - even if it is bought back from Vietnam. However, it's all over.

Everything for more than twenty years was almost destroyed, how could he not be angry!

However, in the depths of his soul, which he could not see, a golden ancient sword shone brightly, and a beautiful indescribable girl of five or six years old was sneering.

"What do you have to be angry about, an ordinary dead man who is not even an immortal has become the master of the strongest sword, and has become my master, I should be even more angry!" the little girl's face was full of anger, but no one could hear what she said, including Lear, who was the master.

The little girl was about to come out with her sword, but was stopped by an invisible force.

"Sure enough, it's a different world with different laws! According to this kind of world, it's a different plane! I'm finished, I've just been born!" The little girl suddenly regained her childlike nature, and began to cry, her delicate face pear blossoms brought rain, which was pitiful.

No matter how strong the sword is, it will not be able to exert its true strength when the master's strength is not enough, if it competes with the power of the entire plane with different rules, the sword can be undamaged, but the master will definitely die.

Lear is lucky because he doesn't know that he has a girl and a murder weapon in his soul now...... Or two murder weapons.