Chapter 7: The Beginning of Crossing the Passage

Lorist scoffed at the idea that the bloodline had awakened the Douqi, and he felt that the current research on the Douqi had gone astray. Like the Confucian doctrine of his previous life, it was good at the beginning, and the self-cultivation of the Qi family leveled the world, and in the end it became the mainstream of kneeling and licking the rulers. These historical researchers of Guelintea, too, blindly catered to the preferences of the aristocracy, everything on noble bloodlines, and constantly propagated the necessity and rationality of the nobility's supremacy from the legal point of view.

If the so-called origin of Dou Qi and the historical record of magical civilization are true, then these sword gods and sword saints who have left noble bloodlines are actually nothing more than cannon fodder created by magicians. Think of the legends of magicians and gods going to war, one after another legions of sword gods going into battle. How many people are there in a legion? At least 20,000 or more, even the Sword Saint can only do logistics and transportation work. When you think about it this way, you can understand what is the nobility of the bloodline left by these cannon fodder?

Even if the original owner of the body he occupies is considered an aristocratic class, but in his previous life, he was a king and a loser, and the concept of equality of all beings made the current Lorist not realize the difference between nobles and commoners in this world, and in his heart, he was still the little citizen in his forties, busy taking care of his small handicraft factory all day long.

The original director of the small handicraft factory was terrified, but fortunately he occupied the body of a seriously injured young nobleman, and there were still more than two months for him to inherit the memory of the original owner of the body and lie on the bed and think nonsense, and with the disgusting character of the original owner, he was not even willing to take care of the caretaker he was invited to, but he did not worry about being found out that the dove occupied the magpie's nest.

In his previous life, he was born in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and his family was also a big family, and he was still a martial arts family. Grandpa is an old Chinese medicine doctor, and he is still a master, so he should enter the realm of dark energy. I remember that there was a table of eight immortals at home, with a round hole on it, the size of a wine cup. When I was young, there was a red-faced man in the family, from Henan, pestering my grandfather to compete. Grandpa set down the banquet, toasted a glass of wine, then held the empty cup down, and slowly sank it down to the table until it was level with the table. The red-faced man's eyes were straight, and he didn't dare to drink the wine, clasped his fists and saluted, turned around and left.

My father was not in good health, and the second and third uncles were working in other places. Grandpa controlled himself and several cousins very strictly, and he was forced to practice martial arts and study medicine since he was a child. I was so naughty when I was a child, and I took a few cousins to make the town a mess with a little bit of leisure.

It's just that my young self is tired of the unchanged life in the small town and looks forward to the wonderful world outside. I didn't get good grades in high school, and I always loved to fight, so I finally dropped out of school and joined the army.

In the seven-year military career, although he has always been the military backbone of the army and transferred to the non-commissioned officer, his years as a soldier are not good, what the country needs is peace and stability, concentrate on economic development, and everything in society looks at money, and the soldier has changed from the most lovely person to no one paying attention, and can only endure it, silently guarding it with blood and youth. Another disarmament began, and when he heard the news that his father was seriously ill, he made a discharge report and went home to inherit the small handicraft factory that his father had run.

From a soldier to a businessman, he has endured a lot of hardship, from making craft gifts to imitating antiques, what to make money and what to do. Thinking about my grandfather's expectations for myself when I was a child, I hoped that I could become a Chinese medicine practitioner and take over the mantle of family medicine. How long has it been since I practiced the ancestral golden water technique? I can't remember it anymore.

Although I have a family, a wife and children, a luxury car, and a bungalow, I feel that my life is becoming more and more empty in such days. That's why when I get together with my old comrades-in-arms, I recall the days when I was a soldier, and everyone drank high for the sake of the lost youth, crying and laughing, and I didn't know what I drank. All I knew was that I woke up and became Norton Lorlist.

Take a look at the memories of this young nobleman nicknamed Little Locke, his family territory is located in the northern highlands of the Cresson Empire, although it is a barony, the territory is very wide, but a large part of its territory is barren mountains and mountains, nominally belonging to the Norton family. The population of the territory is small, only a few thousand, there is a small town, and there is a castle. The family was not wealthy, and only a small copper mine was the main source of income in the entire territory.

The ancestor of the Norton family who received the Baronial title was originally a bushhunter who was fooled by a wandering singer when he was young, so he enlisted in the army of the founding emperor of the Clison Empire, Clison I. Starting as a scout, he has been through many battles and has won the trust of Chrisson I, who has promoted him from a commoner to a knight.

When the Empire of Krisson was established, Crisson I asked his loyal knight what his loyal knight wished, and the founder of the House of Norton replied that he wanted to return home, wishing he could die on the land of his homeland. Looking at the knights who had followed him for most of his life were already gray, Krisson I was embarrassed. Summoned the palace minister to take a look at the map, it turned out that the Northland was a wasteland, so Crisson I waved his pen, named the old knight a baron, classified a large wasteland in the far north of the empire as a hereditary barony, and gave a high-level fighting spirit secret book Flame Fighting Qi to the new baron, wishing his knight family to protect the northern frontier for the empire for generations.

From the Baron of Norton's ancestors to Norton Lorlist's father, it has been seven generations. Rock Jr.'s father had three brothers, and he was the eldest son who inherited the title and the domain. And Xiao Locke's second uncle went to the imperial capital to participate in the Royal Guards Knights, and he never saw his second uncle when he beat Xiao Locke, but he only heard that his second uncle was not bad. As for the third uncle, he was the head of the family caravan that sent little Locke to Dawn Academy.

In Locke's memory, his mother was a very beautiful and gentle lady. My grandfather was a big businessman, and although he spent a lot of money to buy a knighthood, it was also for the convenience of business. There is also a nerdy uncle who holds books all day and doesn't let go. The father was very strict, and the elder brother Locke was three years old, a reckless and powerful man. Life should have been very happy, but when little Locke was seven years old, his mother had a big belly, and then after giving birth to his younger brother, he couldn't afford to fall ill and finally left Little Locke.

From being pampered to being neglected, little Locke blames it all on his brother, who he thinks is the beginning of all misfortune, taking away his dear mother and the attention of others, and from the bottom of his heart little Locke hates his brother.

When the thirteen-year-old Locke began to be educated in the Norton tradition, it took only a year for him to awaken his vindictiveness, and he was praised by his always strict father. When the satisfied little Locke came to the courtyard, he saw his brother playing by the well with his maid, and suddenly he got up in evil and strode forward and pushed his brother down into the well.

The frightened screams of the maids sounded in their ears, then a crowd of people turned on their backs, and finally the father's face was full of anger, waving his palm, and little Locke was slapped in the face, and as soon as his eyes were dark, he passed out.

When he woke up again, he was in Locke's small bedroom, and the old steward, Kress, looked at Locke with hatred, and said that his father had ordered him to be confined first, and he was not allowed to go out until the decision was made to punish him. When he left, the old manager told Locke that his brother had been rescued, but he was frightened, soaked in cold water, and was now sick......

Three days later, his father punished Locke Jr. by leaving the family territory and going to study in the city of Moriente, thousands of miles away, and not returning for the rest of his life unless summoned by the family.

The elder brother, the old manager and the third uncle were all interceding for little Locke, but the father was very resolute, saying that in the reckless northland, if they did not know to unite and love their family, then the Norton family would not survive. What little Locke did made everyone feel cold, even the five or six-year-old children were killed, and he was still his own brother, even if he was spared this time, it would sow the seeds of discord in the Norton family, so little Locke had to leave the family territory and be banished.

The director of a small handicraft factory from another world found that he had suddenly become a fourteen-year-old child, and the horror was self-evident. The two memories flashed in his mind, so that he couldn't figure out who he was, and it wasn't until ten days later that he realized that he could, probably, should, must have crossed over as written in those online novels.

Although there is little Locke's memory as the foundation, the world in front of him is still unfamiliar, especially the current situation is that the body he has crossed is wrapped like a mummy lying on the bed, inconvenient to walk, pain, and missing relatives in his previous life, and it has become common for him to toss and turn in tears at midnight.

After more than ten days, the director of the small craft factory finally accepted the fact that he had crossed over, and from then on he became Norton Lorlist, also known as Little Locke. In order to better understand the world, he paid the caretaker more and told the fat woman with freckles to bring him some history books to read, which the owner of the body was not interested in.

The chubby caretaker brought the "History of the Ten Thousand Years of Gelintya", the title of which startled Lorlist, if there is a record of 10,000 years of history in a world, the development of civilization is incredible. As a result, after reading it, the female caretaker realized that this so-called 10,000-year history is actually mixed with most of the myths and legends, and only the history of the last two or three thousand years is more reliable.

Legend has it that 10,000 years ago, Gaylinthia was the domain of the elves, and humans were only a small tribe under the rule of the elves. At that time, the war between the elves and the dragons had been going on for thousands of years, and humans often suffered from pond fish under the protection of the elves. During the long years of war, a goblin tribe began to rise, and they used their wisdom to develop a different kind of magical mechanical civilization, and in doing so, they helped the elves defeat the dragons.

However, the magical mechanical civilization developed by the goblins caused great damage to the environment, which made the nature-loving elves hate, and eventually the two races went to war. Surprisingly, the elves who vowed to teach the lowly gobice a hard lesson were defeated in front of the goblins' magical mechanical legions, and finally reluctantly relinquished the throne of the ruling tribe of Gaylinthia to the goblins.

The goblins have no interest in ruling the continent, and are interested in whimsy and whimsical inventions. After more than a hundred years of chaos and disorder, the orcs who had been roaming the Western Wastelands arrived, bringing blood, fire, and carnage.

In the tide of orcs who drank blood and had thick skin and flesh, the goblins' exquisite magical mechanical corps with extraordinary combat power was swallowed up by the orcs' human sea warfare regardless of damage, and the goblins stepped down.

The orcs, who had just become the first tribe of Gaylintya, immediately began their brutal, brutal and bloody rule, and succeeded in the unanimous resistance of all races.

Thus began the centuries-long war, in which humans learned magic and combat skills from elves, engineering and forging from dwarves, ordnance making and trading from goblins, and became the mainstay of the resistance against orcs with their huge population base. When the orcs were finally driven back to the Western Wastelands, humanity had taken over the throne of the first race of Gaylinthia.

Then came the beginning of the legendary era of the magical civilization, which lasted for thousands of years, until the magicians were bored and the gods were defeated, and finally the great changes in heaven and earth, the magic elements disappeared, and the end of the law came.