Every era has a legend that belongs to it, and behind every legend is a famous hero. This story takes place before the Black Dragons attacked the capital city of Kailandil, and it is the story that belongs to the King of Norsland.

The protagonist of our story is called Gravel, who comes from a declining aristocratic family in Norsland, in the north of the empire. Because of his gambling and prostitution, his father ruined the family property and fiefdom left by his ancestors. By Gravel's generation, all that remained of his ancestors was an ancient two-handed sword and a swallow-tailed flag symbolizing his status as a knight-in-law. It was a black-edged and white-background black eagle flag, which had once been a symbol of the glory of the Gravel family.

Gravel's mother couldn't stand her husband's rudeness and unmotivatedness, so she remarried someone else. Gravel felt that his life was terrible, and he began to give up on himself a little. He also became like his father, wasting his time every day.

It all started on the day of Gravel's father's funeral......

When Gravel was 10 years old, his father was too drunk and accidentally fell into a deep ditch on his way home.

On the day of my father's funeral, many people came to the house.

Among them were Gravel's relatives, creditors who came to collect debts, and even the owner of the bar that my father frequented. With so many people coming at once, Gravel was a little overwhelmed.

In this way, in the not so sincere tears of the people, my father was buried.

As soon as my father died, the few things left in the family were quickly removed by the people who came to the funeral. Under Gravel's desperate protection, the two-handed sword and the flag symbolizing the family were not taken.

In fact, Gravel had mixed feelings about his father's death. Although my father has basically not fulfilled the responsibilities of a father, it is his biological father after all. Faced with his father's cold corpse, Gravel wept alone. He was asking God Almighty why his fate was so bad, and his father's death made Gravel feel that he could no longer waste his time like this, because his father's fate was a lesson from the past.

So he made up his mind to leave home and go to apprentice a merchant. Because of Gravel's outstanding performance, the merchant recommended Gravel to a knight as a servant. You must know that in the Delman Empire, the status of knights is extremely noble. Being a knight is something every boy aspires to.

In addition to his daily routines, Gravel learned a lot from the knight. He learned some swordsmanship and horseback riding, and he saw a lot with the knight. Later, the knight was killed in battle, and the knight's property became someone else's.

Gravel had no choice but to leave this sad land with a sword and a banner. Gravel is eighteen years old, eight years after his father's death.

Now Gravell was once again left with nothing, and all that was with him was the sword and the flag.

Nowadays, the whole empire is full of dangers and opportunities, and how many people make a fortune and become kings overnight, more wives and families are ruined.

Gravel boarded a cargo ship bound for Purinport in the southern part of the empire.

The ship finally docked at the port of Pulin, and thanks to God, Gravel did not encounter pirates along the way.

After disembarking, Grawe saw several overseers on the docks whipping the slaves who were loading their goods onto the ship.

Gravel was extremely unaccustomed to this practice, because he felt that all men were created equal. But he knew that when he first arrived, it was better to cause less trouble. Besides, he has no power or power, and he can't help much.

But fate was such a coincidence, a thin slave tried to escape, and it was on Gravel's side that he ran to Gravel.

Gravel watched as the slave was caught by the overseer in front of him. The overseer went up and didn't say a word, and it was a beating.

"Phew, you waste still want to escape, cheap life. When the overseer had finished scolding, he gave the slave another kick.

"Is there really a distinction between high and low human life?" Gravel asked himself inwardly

"Enough. Gravel shouted at the overseer

The passers-by around looked at Gravel, and after a few seconds, they were busy again. They may have long been accustomed to this kind of life of the jungle, and 'numbness' has become a true portrayal of them.

At this moment, the overseer looked at the young man in front of him.

"Hey, boy. You'd better be nosy, and watch your head! This is my master's slave, and we can do whatever we like. Can you handle it?"

The Overseer said in a threatening tone, kicking the slave twice.

"But he's not your slave now. ”

Gravel tossed a bulging money bag to the overseer. There were three hundred silver dragon coins in that purse, which was all the savings that Gravel had saved for several years as a servant of the knight. At that time, the monthly income of an ordinary family was only about thirty silver dragon coins.

Originally, Gravel wanted to use the money to make a small business, but it seems that this plan has come to naught. Sometimes being a good person is really not so easy to do, and being a good person comes at a price.

The overseer took the purse and looked at Gravel again. Looking at Gravel's dress temperament, he doesn't look like a child from an ordinary family. In fact, everything about Gravel was inherited from the knight who died in battle. Moreover, even some of the ideas were instilled in Gravel by that knight.

"The strong exist to protect the weak. If you are weak, you should strive to become strong to protect more of the weak. Don't bully the weak, bully the weak and fear the hard. This is the true meaning of chivalry!" was what the knight who had died in battle often taught Gravel

The overseer was afraid of offending Gravel, and it would be difficult for him to be the young master of some noble family. Gravel, on the other hand, gave him enough money for the overseer to buy two or three slaves.

"Alright, stinky boy. I'll let you go for the sake of this person's face today. The overseer said, pointing to the slave

The slave looked at Gravel gratefully, not knowing how to express his gratitude for a moment, and the turmoil came to an end.

From the docks, Gravel arrived at a nearby inn, where the slave dragged his bruised body behind him.

The trajectory of fate opens a new chapter at this moment, and sometimes some things are not whether you want to do it or not, but fate makes you have to do it that way. Everyone is just a pawn, just looking at where the gods want him to go. When to stop, when to start, no one can really know.