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Lady Elena changed back into the dress of a noblewoman, and she was very radiant in the candlelight. She reclined in her chair and looked at Thor standing in front of her with interest.

The shackles on the young man's body had been removed, and he was wearing only a crotch cloth, revealing his well-developed muscles and the scars left on the battlefield.

"Thor, what do you most want to be done with us right now?" asked the Baroness.

Thor had a complicated expression, "Your question is ironic, ma'am, I want to go back to my father, is that possible?"

Yelena frowned slightly: "Your title is wrong, knight, I am not 'Madame', but the Viscount of Fort Horn in Zhenggang! besides, this question is not ironic, as long as you can sign a contract with me in the honor of being a knight, when you have fulfilled it, I can send a carrier pigeon to the Angel Knights to summon it...... If it hadn't been wiped out in your civil war. 」

"I'm sorry, my lord," Thor said apologetically, but he didn't think so, "but you're wrong. He stretched out his left arm, revealing the ugly family tattoo of Martin the "breeding pig" on his shoulder, a bane of anger painted in an abstract painting style.

"I have lost my knightly honor and become a slave, so naturally I have no way to sign a contract with you as a knight. But I can tell you that the Knights of Angels will never be wiped out! We have been loyal to the Throne of Anteystig for hundreds of years, and we have never perished with the change of dynasty!"

Elena smiled approvingly, "Yes, even as a slave, you still have the faith of a knight, I appreciate you. She raised her wand and pointed at the unsightly family crest, chanting a spell, a cloud of purple light that shimmered with stars vaguely enveloped Thor's shoulder.

"Woo......" Thor gritted his teeth, holding back the burning pain, his body trembling slightly, beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down his forehead.

After a few moments, the phosgene dissipated, and the family crest on the shoulder was gone.

"Now, reach out. Elena's tone did not allow him to question.

Thor gritted his teeth and stretched out his left hand, and there was a depigmented skin in the shape of a letter "S" on the inside of his forearm: this is the so-called slave mark, and every person who has become a slave will be magically stamped by the official mages of the relevant departments of various countries after being certified, and it will not be erased by the mages with the same authority until the day they are allowed to return to freedom. In part, this was also to protect the poor freedmen, because illegal slavery of unmarked people was punishable by hanging.

The act of illegally demarking slaves is a gray area of the law, and there is no clear punishment scheme. Because there are very few mages with this ability, and no one would be sympathetic enough to do such a good thing for a penniless slave for free. Therefore, taking advantage of this loophole, some ill-intentioned people, such as Makqin, will hire those greedy mages to disguise their slaves in this way and do something unseemly.

Of course, Yelena had the ability to erase the slave logo, but she only lightly brushed Thor's logo, the purple star flashed, and the "S" gradually faded into obscurity, and Thor did not feel any pain.

"It's not erasure. Elena said, "This masking spell will only last for a month, and as long as you sign my contract, I will completely erase your slavery status and send a letter to your father on the day you finally fulfill it."

Thor pondered for a moment, and finally replied, "So, what is the content of the contract?"

"It's easy," Elena pointed to Esenhard, who was scribbling at the round table next to her, "You're going to live in Master Esenhard's training ground and be his personal advisor. He's writing you the exact things to do, but one of the tasks I can tell you right now is that you'll need to teach him from a commoner merchant to a true noble knight, and I think it's only a matter of time before you. 」

Thor looked at Esenhard, this man was indeed tall and mighty, and his bearing was extraordinary. However, he had heard of the name of the former Candras gladiator god of war in Antistig before, and knew that he was born as a slave, and the difference between slaves and nobles was 108,000 miles, and the work must have been arduous.

"Don't be too pessimistic. When Isenhard finished writing the terms, he smiled and looked up at him and said, "I am also an Anteystig, and before I was sold as slaves, I was a scribe in a village on the outskirts of Brenno. I copied a lot of books, and I knew some of the basic rules of the nobility, so I didn't start entirely from scratch. With that, he handed the papyrus contract to Thor for him to look at.

Oh my God, where did this guy get so ambitious?

Thor looked at the missions that he needed help accomplishing, and couldn't help but be secretly impressed by this man.

This is to let him train a perfect nobleman! From daily etiquette, dress code, to comprehensive noble knight training, and even basic paladin martial arts!

"With all due respect, Master Isenhard......" Thor said with a wry smile, "You should know that nobles need blood, and even if you have never been a slave, you will not be able to make a scribe a knight for no reason. 」

"Who's to say it's for nothing?" Isenhard laughed, "I'll find a way to give myself a reason to be canonized, you don't have to worry about that, you just have to complete the things in this contract." 」

Thor was silent for a long time, and finally agreed.

"I, Baldwin's daughter, Viscount of Fort Clarion, guardian of the east gate of Warsam, mid-level mage and high mystic master of the Temple of Ishali, hereby pledge in honor of family and title: upon completion of his noble training with Master Isenhard, I will immediately erase his slave mark and summon his adoptive father, Lord Ragnar von Heinrich, head of the Knights of the Angels of Antesteag. The light bears witness that the oath is made, and if there is a breach of faith, may the soul go to hell forever!"

"I, son of Ragnar and captain of the Third Order of the Angel Knights, Sakaram Paladin Saul von Heinrich, make this oath in the honor of a knight: I will follow the wishes of Master Isenhard, train him to become a qualified noble knight and fully assist in the planning and development of his training grounds. The light bears witness that the oath is made, and if there is a breach of faith, may the soul go to hell forever!"

The two nobles both put their handprints on the contract, but the biggest beneficiary, Isenhard, seemed to stay out of the way. This was because he was only a commoner and had no right to join this kind of noble oath.

"Very well, Sir Thor. After the vow-taking ceremony, Isenhard said happily, "It's getting late, come with me to the humble house to rest." From now on, you are my full-time advisor, and I may have to wronged you a little: I can't reveal your true identity, so in the coming days, please forget your noble surname for a while and become a commoner. 」

Thor nodded silently: Although this agreement is very unusual and quite difficult to fulfill, it is much better than continuing to be a slave.

Esenhard left Fort Clarion with Thor and boarded the carriage and headed for the mansion.

At this time, on the training ground of the Esenhard Mansion, Zhang Long was wielding a wooden spear alone.

The slaves of St. Hugh were of a lower status than in ancient Rome, at least in Spartacus, where slaves were allowed to own their own property, and some of the clever would even save money to buy their freedom. But in St. Hugh, the slave was owned entirely by the master, and there was no private property at all. Even if he made a meritorious service, the master rewarded him with disposable consumer goods, such as food, and even more so this time Isenhard paid a lot of money for Fitsuma and Hasshan to go to Paradise Lost, the largest brothel in the central area of Wassam.

Zhang Long could have gotten there, but for some reason, when he arrived at the gate of "Paradise Lost", he actually retreated.

Could it be that Lao Tzu wants to give it to a prostitute for the first time?

When he was in college before the crossing, there were several sad buddies in the department who couldn't find a girlfriend like him, so they couldn't stand it, and used the saved living expenses to go to the shampoo room to find a young lady. It's not that he hasn't been unmoved, but there is always a voice in the depths of his consciousness that stops him from doing this, and he doesn't know why this is happening, is he really a decent man and gentleman in nature?

"Drink!" he stabbed with a powerful stab to force the mess out of his mind.

I'm going to get stronger!

It wasn't until he was about to collapse that Zhang Long dragged his legs like lead into the corridor.

It wasn't the family who was on duty tonight, but the bald old man who was in charge of the haircut in the bathhouse on the day he first came to the mansion, Lucas.

"Young man, are you free? Lucas helped Zhang Long put the wooden spear on the shelf and said with a smile.

"Of course, why is it your eve today?" Zhang Long asked curiously. Lucas is not a slave, but a bankrupt old healer, his medical skills are quite good, but because of this, he is jealous of his peers, and then he is framed by a conspiracy to eat a life lawsuit, ruined his reputation, and ruined his family. His wife and children, who didn't know the inside story, also spit on him and cut off relations with him. Poor Lucas was reduced to a beggar on the streets, but the citizens who believed that the "quack doctor harmed people" were not willing to give him alms, and when the old man was desperate and ready to either sell himself as a slave or commit suicide, Esenhard, who had been treated by him, appeared and told him that he did not believe in those nonsense at all, and was willing to deign to be a healer in the newly established training ground. Lucaston was grateful, and thus became a loyal being under Esenhard than any other family member or slave.

"Keaton went to the brothel, and I traded this jug of wine for me to keep an eye on him for half a night. Lucas said, "Come and sit down." As he spoke, he unscrewed the flask and filled two clay cups, and the bubbles overflowed.

Originally from Antestieg, Esenhard also has a taste for wine, and the wine in the cellar is full of beers of various grades, and over time, the family has also fallen in love with this bubbling exotic wine.

Zhang Long sat opposite Lucas, raised his glass and bumped into Lucas, and drank it all. Fortunately, when I went out with my classmates in college, I drank all beer, how could there be such a Sven at that time?

"Okay, boy, you're bold enough!" Lucas said, "To be honest, I didn't think it was very special when I first met you, but after observing you for so long, I found that you are really extraordinary......" The old man said, and poured another glass of wine, "I have been a therapist for so many years, and I have seen all kinds of patients, and I have gradually come to have a feeling that I can see through the surface of people and their hearts. 」

Zhang Long also poured a glass: "Don't praise me, I'm just an ordinary person. 」

"No, boy, your qualities come from your ordinary!" Lucas said earnestly, "I don't know what you've experienced before, but what is certain is that you have an ordinary heart, know how to be humble, know how to be pragmatic, not as impetuous as others, and rush for quick success, which is more important than anything else. As a person with extraordinary talents, it is not easy to have such a heart. 」

Zhang Long's eyes widened: "I'm extraordinary?"

"Yes. Lucas nodded affirmatively, "Don't forget, I'm a healer, and it's my job to study people's physiques. Come, come, have another drink, and when I'm happy, I'll give you a drink or two!"

Zhang Long was very excited, and immediately pushed the cup with Lucas to change the lamp. Do you really have such a high level of talent? At present, it seems that apart from the comprehension of martial arts, I don't see anything special.

While he was drinking, suddenly there was a drunken loud singing voice from the other side of the corridor.

"The old bird is furious! The old bird is furious! Put down your father! your mother! Soak hot! Pour your grave! It's cool!

Unexpectedly, this world also has this incomparably classic "Old Bird Song" in "Spartacus".

Don't think about it, it's Fetsuma and Hysan who are happy enough to come back.

"Zhang Long, why are you leaving?Do you know how many peugeot girls in Paradise Lost?" Fiquema patted him on the shoulder with a snort of wine, "Come back with us and tell you a good ......"

Zhang Long was dragged back to the dormitory by the barbarians, and the old man Lucas drank beer alone and muttered, "Ah...... Damn, did you tell him too soon?"