The city of Sermantis is as prosperous and lively as ever, the white European-style city is full of all kinds of noisy sounds, the shouts of the vendors, the prayers of beggars, and the sound of people bargaining one after another, but the lord of the city here is not a good fellow, a guy who is called a "criminal nobleman" actually has a harmonious city, I don't know how surprising it is.

"Oh! Oh, my God! Jean! You're here again, I'll break your leg next time. ”

"Uncle Stephen, your old short legs can't catch up with me, give up! Poor Stephen! ”

Jean immediately pushed aside the crowd and ran, he didn't want to be caught and beaten once, Jean, the name means a person of noble blood, but the owner of the voice is an abominable thief, his body is thin, he is still a child in height, his face is dirty and he can't see his appearance clearly, and his patched clothes prove his poverty.

He fled very quickly, even exceeding the normal speed limit of the human body, and the boy ran nimbly through the crowd, he walked through a small alley, skillfully found a hut and got in.

"Jean! You've stolen again! Old Jack sighed when he saw the young man resting at the door, and he didn't know if he had made the right decision to take him in the first place.

"Trust me, old Jack, if I don't do this, we'll starve to death today! We haven't eaten in three days. The boy handed Old Jack the white bread he had hidden in his pocket, half of them, and a pitiful few, which should last for a while if mixed with a little water.

"Oh! God will not forgive you! Old Jack made a cross on his chest, and ate it with the same slow movements.

"Hey! Are you talking about the old guy who doesn't exist anymore? God sees only those who are so-called noble. Jean scoffed.

"Don't forget that you are also a so-called noble person!" Old Jack swallowed the last bite of bread. Then he gulped down a few large gulps of water.

"I think I've grown crooked, old Jack!" Jean's eyes didn't fluctuate for a moment, and he took a bite of white bread and said.

There was silence in the dimly lit hut, and there was some sadness in the old man's eyes, if it weren't for the war ten years ago, the young man in front of him would have been one of the party in the palace dressed in luxurious clothes.

"Oh! O my God! Save this poor child! He touched a cross and prayed like a devout believer.

"I'm leaving tomorrow! Today I heard from the soldiers that Count Milnas is calling a new group of knights. ”

Old Jack was stunned for a moment, and then showed a clear expression, yes! How could this child be a man who was willing to be mediocre? I should have thought of it when I took him in.

"I hope you don't come back, boy, honestly I don't want to see the sinful Jean again!" Old Jack said this, and Jean was not angry, it was harder to get this bad old man to say anything touching than for a nobleman to give up those ridiculous theories.

"Seriously, I don't want to see scruffy old Jack anymore, good luck to me?" The boy pulled out a sword from a corner, and really, it was probably the most valuable thing in the room.

The sword body that exudes a faint brilliance is full of blood and coldness, and the intricate and ornate patterns prove the preciousness of this sword, and strangely this sword does not have a scabbard.

"Oh! Actually, you should have taken it out a long time ago, I think this thing is enough for us to eat a few more meals of white bread. ”

"It's a sacristy of the House of Salaman, ridiculous faith, but not many people have seen it, and I think if I go and sell it, it's just a few more white breads. The illiterate bunch will definitely take it to chop wood. Jean fumbled for a rag as he thought about it, slowly wiping the blade of the sword.

"That's right! My Highness the Princess. ”

"Hey! I'm just a thief now, man! ”

The next day, the reluctant old friend did not show any favor, and stepped on the cold temperature as scheduled.

The main square in the city of Sermantis was packed with people, and the poor poor people who became knights could get 3 gold coins a month, which was enough to support their family expenses.

A young man with a sword on his back was huddled in the crowd, his delicate skin and thin-looking body looking a little out of place in the tall crowd.

"Boy! This isn't the place you should be, the auditorium is over there. The examiner glanced at the boy and immediately dismissed him, but the boy didn't mean to move at all.

"If I win the ring, can I win?"

"Of course! Do you want to challenge? The examiner quipped, he thought the boy would walk away, but to his surprise, the boy nodded and walked to the ring.

"You're going to die! There is no restriction on killing people in the ring this time, oh! This is not a place for small children to play. "The examiner is crazy, but he can't stop it.

The boy stood in the ring, opposite a middle-aged man twice as tall as the boy, and he glanced at the boy with contempt, such an opponent was simply a chance to stay given to him by God.

"Boy, this is not the place for you to come, throw in the towel!"

"Not necessarily." People who are in constant danger are much better off than those who are on the training ground.

The young man waved the sword in his hand, his expression was very firm, every move and style was hidden murderous, everywhere was close to the point, he must win, only in this way can he live. No more begging for a piece of moldy white bread, no more waking up early and working late like a dock worker for a patched garment.

Old Jack was right, he was not fit for such a life, his shell, his faith did not allow him to be so obscure, even if he lost everything, he had to defend his glory!

His movements are getting faster and faster, his moves are getting weirder and weirder, he can, that's his victory. He had lost his mind, and his instincts had told him that he could not allow defeat as a member of the Salamar family! As the blade stabbed into the middle-aged man's heart, the crowd of onlookers exclaimed.

He killed him! When the tip of the knife slashed through the middle-aged man's neck, everyone held their breath, he killed someone! The examiner frowned, there is no doubt that the young man is very powerful, but if he really kills someone, he will not be hired, "mercy" is one of the principles of knights, the two have no grievances, but they are a big killer, which violates the knight's faith.

"You broke the knight's oath!" It's almost roaring.

"As you say, just win." His flat tone was as if he was talking about what he had eaten this morning.

"But as a knight, you are not allowed to kill innocents!"

"But no one taught me that!"

"Oh my God! God will not forgive you! "The referee was a little crazy.

At this moment a blond man approached, followed by well-dressed soldiers and maids.

It's him!

The man who was known as the "nobleman of sin".

"You're such a boy who doesn't know how thick the sky is."

"Oh! No, I just want to be a knight so I don't have to worry about a white loaf of bread. ”

"Knights? You can't, but if you want to, you'll be my assassin, you know there's always darkness behind the light, would you like to be my back? ”

Under the bright sun, the man smiled at the familiar teenager in front of him, remembering that when they first met, he promised him that if they met again, he would be willing to be his back.

"I do, my master." The boy knelt on one knee, and this man was her faith in the future.