Chapter 1279: Demon Hunting in the Silent Night (22)

It was dark at first.

Then there was the cacophony of human voices, the sound of a group of young, ignorant teenagers making noise.

Daniel opened his eyes and found himself on the ground.

Someone's shoes weighed heavily on the young knight's head, covering half of his face.

What's going on? Daniel was a little confused at first. But then he felt a wave of soreness in his lower abdomen, right chest, and left shoulder, which seemed to be solid and several punches. It didn't hurt from a fist on the head, but it must have been hit by a lot of injuries, probably on the forehead when it was knocked to the ground. To make matters worse, the opponent's foot kept on the back of Daniel's head and pressed mercilessly. Daniel, already suffering from a splitting headache, felt that his head could be trampled on at any moment.

Got it. It was a beating. It's being bullied.

Recall that there was an occasion in his life when he might be bullied, it must have been in the training base of the Northern Heavenly Knights. More precisely, being bullied by that particular guy in that virtual world for simulated training.

Vincent.

"What are you doing?" Daniel asked in a low voice, his tone full of innocence.

"The routine training has just ended, and the instructor is not here, what else do you think I can do?" the blonde cadet knight boy pulled Daniel's hair and picked him up with one hand, "Of course I [love] you well, little." He threw Daniel out, slamming him to the ground, and called out to a large group of young knight trainees to beat him up. Daniel, who was beaten, could only curl up and endure the punches and kicks of the teenagers.

"It's better for an inferior person like you to go back and be a peasant or something, and not to be a knight's daydream. Vincent sneered and said, "With your skills, your family background, and your popularity, you still want to be a regular knight?" The blonde apprentice knight boy ignored Daniel's rebuttal and continued: "There has never been such a thing as a commoner-born guy becoming a silver knight in one fell swoop. People who can become silver knights have a little aristocratic blood in their bodies, and it is the bloodline that determines the watershed between the Black Iron Knight and the Silver Knight. You may be able to spend a lifetime working hard to become a knight of black iron, but if you are promoted to the top of the ranks? impossible, don't dream.

To put it mildly, the Black Iron Knight is cannon fodder. They were at the head of the ranks and were the first to die in battle. You just work hard, and then become a black iron knight for the rest of your life, like your dead ghost father, as cannon fodder for the knights, and finally die a tragic death! In this case, maybe you can get the posthumous title after you die, and maybe get the title of silver knight, hahahahaha!" Daniel didn't respond, it should be said that there was no room for rebuttal. He also knew very well in his heart that most of what the other party said was right.

Born in poverty, this body is like the mud in the ground.

Spend a lifetime chasing a dream that can never be reached, pursuing that illusory happiness. Knowing that he doesn't have this ability, he wants to slap his swollen face and become fat.

His father did just that, and therefore his father died.

The son considers his father to be a generous hero and follows in the footsteps of this reckless man. But when Daniel joined the Knights, he realized that his father's death was worthless.

Without any merit, without any title, the basic salary of a knight of the Black Iron for a month was only three hundred gold coins of Pantoraken. His father, who joined the Order in pursuit of his dreams, could not even support his wife and children with a monthly salary, and had to rely on the country's poverty alleviation policy to support him.

When he died in battle, the allowance he received was only enough to pay for the funeral, and the money left for Daniel and his mother was no more than a hundred gold coins.

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous.

That's a worthless, false life. A fictitious dream that a fool spends his life pursuing.

Therefore, Daniel has repeatedly asked himself whether this qiē is worth it. Could his dream of becoming a Silver Knight really come true?—or was he just following in his father's footsteps?

Terrible, terrible.

History is always strikingly similar, and perhaps the next step will be his turn to die on the battlefield. He has extremely poor understanding, clumsiness, and combat ability is far lower than that of his peers, so what qualifications does he have to climb up again?

Yet he still believes that miracles may actually happen. Just like the mood of buying a lottery ticket and waiting for the draw, as a gambler of fate, people always think that something good will suddenly befall them.

Until that day.

"This is the maximum tolerance I can give you, take it. "Baron Vincent, the Golden Knight, threw a check to his little servant. His smooth, well-maintained handsome face was both plain and secretly hideous.

The thin, tough piece of paper lay quietly on the old elm table, worn out by time, waiting for the humble manservant to receive it. Daniel gave the check a quick glance. It was a cheque with a face value of 50,000 British gold coins. It was neither more nor less, just enough for his mother's surgery.

"After taking this money, you can leave the Northern Heavenly Knights. Heal your mother and go to the countryside to live a peaceful life. Baron Vincent's face was sad and contemptuous, and he looked at Daniel with a rather complicated look: "Stupid and useless civilian imp, don't dream of being a knight again." "But, I—" "Your father was once my subordinate, and he died of his own stupidity and arrogance. Baron Vincent's eyes gradually turned cold: "I just don't want to see his son repeat his mistakes." Daniel was silent.

"Honestly, you're not a good fit. You're too poor, you're slow, and you don't have the blood of the nobility in your body. No matter how much time it takes for civilians to climb the ladder, they will never be able to advance to the position of Silver Knight or above. Again, Baron Vincent repeated words similar to those of his son.

"The position of Silver Knight and above is a world of pure blood, which belongs only to those noble. Civilians with dirty blood, no matter how high their ability and skills are, they will never be able to become silver knights. So you'll have to be a Black Iron Knight for the rest of your life, a cannon fodder, and eventually die like your stupid father. I don't want you to follow your father's path because of my compassion, understand?" the young midshipman was silent for a while. He thought about it for a long time, and finally reached for the small piece of paper on the table.

"I see. Daniel whispered yes and picked up the check.

Baron Vincent's face flushed with relief, but the relaxed look lasted only half a second. When Daniel tore the check to shreds with both hands, the Golden Knight Vincent's face showed hideousness and embarrassment.

"You're a toast, don't drink and drink the penalty wine. Beneath the baron's flat tone was murderous.

"I'm sorry, Lord Baron. Sure enough, I still wanted to cure my mother's illness with my own hands. Daniel didn't dare to look at the other party's face, he knew that the baron's expression must be terrible at this time: "But I understand your kindness." I will redouble my efforts and try my best to become a regular knight. Perhaps, one day, if I go on the shit luck and really become a silver knight, I will definitely repay you ten times the kindness of today, Lord Baron. Farewell. "Don't run!" The baron's face changed suddenly, he turned into a demon, and his body was burning with terrifying flames: "You can't run away! Don't think that's the end of it! I'll kill you, use up all the connections and resources available to you, and pull you down! Let you be ruined, and you can't even be a knight!!You can go and see!!" Daniel froze for a moment, dumbfounded by the baron's arrogance. With tears in his eyes, he knew that he would never be able to fight these big shots, and he knew how bleak his future was.

However, a figure appeared behind the knight boy.

The figure was still vague, and Daniel didn't turn his head to see who he was. But he didn't have to look to feel who it was.

Gradually, a wave of relief appeared on the boy's face.

"You can stop me from succeeding by all means, Lord Baron. But you will never make me give up pursuing my dreams. Daniel replied in a low voice.

"Because there is still one person in this world who believes that I can succeed. In order to prove a qiē to those who do not believe that he can succeed, and to prove a qiē to those who believe that he can succeed, even if he is hard-headed, even if he is physically and mentally exhausted, even if he is in constant pain, dragging his tattered body, he must continue to move forward.

The baron's vision vanished in front of Daniel, and the young knight turned to leave, only to see a canine boy standing in front of him.

"You're finally here. Daniel looked at Husky's apparition and whispered, "Even I don't believe I'll get through it, but you're trusting me." Thank you, Husky. The canine boy's phantom nodded at the apprentice knight boy.

As if after a long dream, Daniel finally woke up at this moment.

"This is the hallucination created by the nightmare, right?" he looked around. The darkness receded, and the surrounding scene fell apart, pieced together from his memories. And this collapsed world gradually turned into chaos, swirling between the edges of light and shadow.

"Have I overcome this nightmare, or have I been trapped in a dream?" said the young midshipman, bewildered.

It stands to reason that when a person realizes that he is dreaming, he should wake up. However, he hadn't woken up yet, and the qiē in front of him was still crazy.

The chaos receded, and the world gradually reshaped into a new form. In front of the endless frozen mountains, a figure could not wait to appear, and before it could fully appear, it said to Daniel:

"Welcome back, Infiltrator Seven Hundred and Twenty. ＂