Daemon was born in Hoka, a small town on the wildfire plains north of the Vis continent. His mother died in childbirth at the time of his birth, and his father, unable to accept the blow, left Hoka, leaving little Daemon an orphan before he could be cared for by his parents.

Fortunately, the kind-hearted tavern ** Rose found the child in the weeds behind the tavern, and the baby Daemon looked around with his eyes open, a pair of diamond-like eyes were so fascinating, so charming, she couldn't bear to watch the baby freeze to death in this cold world, so she took the child back to the tavern and named him Damon, which means diamond.

In this way, little Daemon grew up in the tavern, a mixed place, and learned all the skills that should not be learned, especially his dexterous hands, I don't know which thief he learned from. Rose loved him like a mother, taught him to read and write, taught him the way of life, and his life was easy and joyful, but all this was broken when little Daemon was ten years old, and a tall one-eyed mercenary strangled little Damon's only relative, the head of the tavern, the red-haired Rose, in bed.

Little Daemon didn't remember much about the man's appearance, but he swore that he would avenge the love of Rose, only that the man had long fiery red hair, a square face with various scars, and one of the eyes with an eyepatch, and little Daemon had heard his companion call him Frey, and he remembered the name in his heart.

After Rose's death, little Damon's status in the tavern plummeted, running errands in the tavern, Daemon wanted to leave here, wanted to avenge Rose, but now he was only a fourteen-year-old boy, and he had no other ability than to take the money bag from the drunken guest.

"It seems that my life will only rot between beer and this group of stinking mercenaries," little Damon muttered to himself in frustration. But he didn't know that this sentence was indeed the epitome of his future life.

Hoka, a somewhat dilapidated town with sparse houses nestled beside a swamp, melts into the night at night, with only the aristocratic mansions in the center of town and the only tavern in the town lit up from a distance.

In the noisy tavern, a thin, unremarkable-looking boy of fourteen or fifteen years old walked among the mercenaries who were shouting and bragging at each other with a plate, his eyes shining like diamonds looking for someone to strike at the right time.

"In this desolate world, only these mercenaries who carry their heads to do business have the heart to have fun here, after all, they don't know if they will be able to drink with these bastards tomorrow night, and the devil knows what these people will run into tomorrow," Daemon thought to himself.

"Sir, would you like a skewer of roasted rats? Our town of Hoka is famous for roasted rats, sir, let's have a skewer" little Daemon spotted the target, a tall one-eared mercenary who was a little drunk while drinking with his ** in his arms. And the mercenary was just flirting with the young lady in the tavern, and the little boy was afraid that he would not hear clearly with one ear, so he got closer, and before he could shout the word sir, the irascible one-eared mercenary had already lifted the little boy up with one hand like a chicken, and fell heavily on the corner, and shouted and scolded loudly in his mouth, "Stinky boy, don't disturb Lao Tzu's good deeds", and the mercenary scum in the tavern turned their heads to look at this side when they heard the movement, and began to coax.

The one-eared mercenary untied his belt, and scolded "Damn little rabbit cub, tonight the uncle will make you happy" and walked towards the little boy with the belt, and just as he was about to start, his hand holding the belt froze in the air. "Enough, Tully, he's just a kid, take your bitch upstairs to sleep" , The person who spoke, the skin was dark and dry, the eye sockets were deep, the chin was resolute, and there was a scarlet scar on the nose that had been slashing across the lips and even to the chin, and he was a head taller than the one-eared Tully, you must know that Tully's figure was already a beast among the mercenaries sitting there, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him was even taller than Tully, and the knotted muscles were exposed under the sleeveless burqa chain mail, it is not an exaggeration to say that this person's upper arm is higher than the ** in Tully's arms Tully's hand was firmly grasped by him, unable to move at all.

"Well... Okay, Captain..."The people in the tavern were still coaxing, Tully didn't dare to say more, turned around and pulled the girl upstairs, and on the stairs, the unwilling Tully was still scolding, glaring at the little boy viciously, and the little boy thief made a smug face at Tully.

The boy stood up, trembling, bowed to the man Tully called the leader, and said, "Thank you, sir... I don't know if I can tell me your name, but you must be the leader of a great mercenary group."

The black man just wanted to ignore the boy's question and turn back to the table to drink, suddenly he realized that he seemed to be missing something, touched the pocket on his waist, and sure enough, the 30 crowns he was carrying with him were gone, and the black man couldn't help it, turned to the boy and laughed, "Okay, you little guy, I just saved your life, you actually took the sheep from me, you have the ability, hahahaha... What's your name?", the big black man looked at the boy with interest.

"My name is Damon, my parents were gone when I was very young, thanks to the tavern owner who took me in and let me do chores here" said that little Daemon was holding a money bag in each hand, and the big man recognized that it was his money bag, and the other one was probably ... Before Dahan could think, there was a quarrel upstairs, and a woman's voice shouted loudly, "Stinky mercenary, get down, the old lady never makes a loss-making deal", and at this time, Dahan was more interested in the boy, and couldn't help but laugh again.

"I want to join your team, can you see it", at this time the boy put away the smile on his face, and turned to look at the big man with a serious face, and the smile on the big man's face gradually faded, "It's not a joke to be a mercenary, we all pin our heads to the waistband of our trousers, do you see our battle flag?" After speaking, the big man pointed to the big table at the door, and there were more than a dozen people sitting on the table, one of them carrying a flag, and a headless man was painted on the shabby cloth on the flag, holding his head in one hand and a large bag of gold coins in the other.

"Money is for life," the person carrying the battle flag said expressionlessly, and after speaking, the mercenaries on the table raised their glasses one after another, cheering in unison, "Long live the Golden Regiment" They completely ignored the other mercenary groups with various expressions on the side, cheering and celebrating.

Dimon was already infected by the atmosphere at this time, and his blood seemed to be boiling, and he said earnestly to the regiment commander, "Please let me join, I'm not afraid of death, I just want to leave here and go to the outside world" After speaking, Dimon stood in front of the regiment commander, one tall and one short, forming a sharp contrast.

?“ Do you use a bow and arrow? Do you use a crossbow? Have you ever killed someone? Or do you only steal? We don't seem to need thieves," spoke the man with the battle flag, who seemed to be forever expressionless, and spoke without a trace of emotion, with short red hair that stood up like a steel needle, and a lean body, firmly rooted in the ground like a flagpole.

?“ Okay, facial paralysis, I really like this kid, let him follow us, I think he's also pitiful, let him sharpen our swords, repair and repair equipment" The regiment commander said with a smile, although... His scar made him laugh more horrifying than a ghoul, but Daemon felt like he saw an angel.

?“ Okay, Carl, but the kid," said the paralyzed face, pointing his finger at Damon, "something happened, I don't care," and after saying these words he drank to himself, ignoring the toasting brother.

?“ He's got this temper, you'll get used to it later, and those people will be your brothers" Karl pointed to the table and said, Damon was about to jump up with joy, "Oh, yes, and the one-ear upstairs, you're going to have to get along well in the future, but before that, can you damn little cub give us your wallet back first"

Damon smiled embarrassedly and returned the wallet to the old Carl, at this time he began to look forward to the future adventure life, and the old Carl pulled Damon to join the brothers' carnival.

At this time, Duear Tali had just come down the stairs, and he had just suffered a loss, and he was reprimanded by the regimental commander for not being angry, and he was even more annoyed when he saw that Damon was mixed up among his brothers, and he drew his scimitar and prepared to go to little Damon.

Seeing this posture, little Daemon is more auspicious today, when Tully's scimitar was about to fall, the thin mercenary who had been silently drinking quickly pulled out his dagger and blocked the blow for Damon, and then as soon as the cold light flashed, the thin mercenary had an extra dagger and a little finger in his left hand, and Tully dropped the scimitar and squatted on the ground to cover his hands and shouted in pain.

"I like this kid, stay away from him, if you want to keep your other ear", the person who spoke was the thin mercenary, who said to Tully with a grim face, "Get the old veterinarian to bandage you", and said another beer. I only heard the mercenaries at the table shouting his name - Wright, Wright.... Little Daemon was stunned for a moment, wondering when I would be as fast as him.

The old veterinarian pulled Tully on the ground and bandaged him, but Tully didn't appreciate it at all, and pushed Veterinarian Vitnarin and walked outside.

Old Carl watched all this and didn't stop it, after three rounds of drinking, Old Carl stood on the square table, and shouted in a loud voice: "Okay brothers, let me introduce our new buddy - Damon" All the mercenaries raised their glasses and toasted to the regiment commander and little Daemon, "Tomorrow we are going to hunt down that big lizard, that bipedal flying dragon, that pseudo-dragon's head is worth 10,000 crowns, enough for you to drink wine for a year, and sleep for a whole month" As he spoke, Old Carl also looked at other warbands with different expressions with provocative eyes, "In the evening, everyone have a good drink, count me in," called old Karl in a thick voice.

"Golden Regiment, Golden Regiment..."