"Neil, stand still!"

A teenager in a striped aristocratic costume shouted.

He looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with long narrow eyebrows, a high nose, and brown hair slightly red in the sun.

There are also some freckles on the sides of his cheeks.

The boy he called "Neil" was about his age, but he wore only a white linen shirt, blond hair, and dirty mud on his clothes.

"Yes, Master Faulk."

Neil lowered his head, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and stood still.

Boom!

The stick slammed into Neil's thigh, breaking off in response.

Neil screamed and fell to the ground, splattered in mud.

His face was flushed with pain, his forehead was bruised, and the corners of his mouth were stained with foul mud and a little weed.

Young Master Falk laughed excitedly in his ears.

"Great! Neil, did you see that? The stick is broken! I broke the stick! This kind of swordsmanship is enough to make Instructor Thomas look at it differently, right?! ”

"Yes...... Yes, young master, you are indeed very powerful! ”

Neil struggled to get up from the ground, his thighs still shaking.

Young Master Falk on the side first looked at him with satisfaction with a look of appreciating his "masterpiece", and then pinched his nose and said in disgust:

"You stink too! Hurry up and wash up! ”

"Good young master......"

Neil endured the pain and humiliation, and said with his head down.

He turned, limped out of the clearing, and walked towards a well next to a stone house, as a knightly servant of Master Falk, he should have enjoyed the hot water in the kitchen, but Neil's status in the Dutt family was not as good as that of the lowliest manhole manservant.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old maid crossed him, ran quickly to the clearing, and said happily to the noble boy:

"Master Fock, Rolf's housekeeper bought a big fish in the town, it is said that the fishermen on the south coast of Rainbow Island caught an open-sea fish this morning, and the cook said that such a big fish must be delicious to eat!"

"I'm just a little hungry, so let's hurry up."

Fakker didn't care, pinched the maid with his hand, and commanded.

The little maid blushed and hurriedly replied:

"Got it...... Master. ”

Vaguely listening to the brief conversation, Neil was silent, gritted his teeth and walked to the well, rinsing himself with the cold well water.

He endured the sharp pain in his legs and body, and hatred flashed in his eyes.

Neil's full name is "Neil Lucius" and is the only surviving heir of the Lucius family...... And the Dutter family, where Master Falk belongs, belongs to his distant relatives, but now they occupy the territory that belongs to him, the Black Horn Collar.

The courtyard at your feet, the castle, and the maids...... It should have been his!

My father fought for the kingdom of Maurice, and went out with more than 500 militiamen and dozens of knights, never to return.

This also led to the fact that later, with little effort, his uncle Milledut took possession of the magpie's nest and became the owner of the Black Horn Collar, claiming to take care of and protect the nephew.

In fact, he robbed Neil of everything, and even arranged for him, the original master, to be used as a subordinate under his second son Faulk.

It is also known as "honing" and "cultivating" the virtues of knights.

However, the beating and scolding on weekdays are commonplace, Neil is powerless to resist, and he cannot escape, and the gates of the castle are guarded 24 hours a day, and if he acts rashly, he is very likely to be captured and tortured.

In order to survive, he has endured humiliation for more than two years.

After rinsing his body, Neil changed into a new but patched linen coat, and after taking a few deep breaths, he adjusted his expression to the reflection in the basin, trying to hide the hatred in his eyes.

When everything was back to normal, he dragged his painful body to the hall of the main castle building.

As soon as I entered, I smelled the rich smell of fish.

Two older maids stood in the doorway, swallowing their saliva.

"Phew! What a weird smell?! ”

Sitting on the right hand side of the long table, Falkdutt turned his head and vomited, spitting the food in his mouth on the ground.

"This is the high-end item that cost two pieces of Fire Emblem Silver to buy? What kind of far-sea fish, a bad fishy smell! It's even more disgusting than the smell on Neil! ”

He slapped the table dissatisfied, and the maids around him trembled.

Rolf, the old butler standing beside him, looked embarrassed.

After all, this fish was bought by someone in the town, and Young Master Falk was actually accusing him of complaining.

"Brother, the fourth article of the doctrine of salvation, wasting food, is a blasphemy against our Lord......"

On the left hand side of the dining table, a young man of eighteen or nineteen said lightly.

He cut open a piece of fried fish with only a little salt sprinkled with a knife, forked it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"And the taste of this fish is okay, not as bad as you say...... So when your father wasn't there, you started to put up the young master's shelf, right? ”

"Koru! You guy! ”

Fakker looked at his eldest brother hatefully, his hands clenched into fists.

"I'll tell my father about it, oh no, I'll tell the Jordanian pastor about it at Mass tomorrow...... Since you like to waste food, maybe when you become an adult, your father will assign you to a remote corner of the land where the land is barren, and slowly understand the preciousness of food. ”

Crudut swallowed the fish and grinned.

Seeing this, Fakker was inexplicably a little frightened.

He glanced at the younger siblings at the dining table who were eating with their heads bowed and did not dare to participate in the exchange, and finally locked his eyes on the knight standing in the doorway, fearful.

"Neil! Get the hell out of here! ”

Falk yelled.

Neil's fist tightened, and then quickly released.

After answering, he hurriedly stepped forward.

"Master Fokker, what are your orders?"

"Go! Eat the food I accidentally dropped on the floor! ”

"Master Falk, this ......"

Neil stammered as he stared at the disgusting white fish on the ground.

What kind of "accidentally fell to the ground", he could see it clearly just now, and it was clearly from the mouth of this guy Fock!

"I said, eat it! Don't you understand? ”

Falk stood up, as if because Neil didn't follow his orders at the first time, and felt that he had lost face in front of Coru, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"If you don't eat it, you'll see!"

At this time, the eldest son of the Dutt family, Coru, cast a smiling gaze.

Even the rest of the younger heirs, the old butler Rolfe and the maids all turned their heads with sympathetic looks.

Neil only felt his heart beat faster.

Blushing because of the feeling of great humiliation.

But in the end, he chose to compromise.

Because he knew that if he dared to refuse, then tonight would be a sleepless night, and Faulk would use his most vicious thoughts to vent his anger on himself......

"Yes, I see, Master Falk......"

Neil said hoarsely.

He walked over and knelt down like a dog crawling on the ground, struggling to lick the disgusting mass of fish on the ground.

The cold, slippery touch swirled in his mouth.

The pungent smell lingers.

Neil resisted the urge to vomit and hurriedly swallowed.

Raising his head, I don't know if it was because of humiliation or disgust, tears clouded his vision, and he saw that Fakker was smiling smugly, and everyone else was full of pity.

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Twilight.

The corner of Pointe-Noire Castle.

Behind a towering tree, there was a faint sob.

Neil suppressed his voice, afraid that others would hear, and he curled up in the shadows, weeping bitterly.

Faulk's disgusting smiling face kept running through his mind.

He suddenly had the idea to take advantage of Faulk's unpreparedness and kill that guy...... With a kitchen knife, he stabbed the other party in the throat and watched him swallow his last breath in despair and pain.

But soon, Neil dismissed the idea again.

Because he didn't think it was worth it.

He has not yet taken revenge, and he has not recaptured the black horn collar left to him by his father.

Even if he kills Fokke, he can't escape, and he will soon be caught by the guards, and there are so many heirs of the Dutt family, a second son can't shake this despicable distant family at all.

According to Uncle Miller's ruthlessness, he will definitely be caught in the dungeon, and tortured by a soldering iron, skinning, spikes, and even chopping off his fingers.

Even, they will be taken to the church of the territory, and burned alive at the stake in full view of everyone...... After death, he will also bear the infamy of killing the lord.

"Damn 'Lord Killer'...... This is my home! They are all robbers! It's all thieves!! ”

Neil looked up, his eyes bloodshot with tears on his face.

He secretly swore that he must calm down, find an opportunity to strengthen himself, regain the territory sooner or later, and kill these robbers one by one!

Thinking to himself, he picked up the practice sword on the ground and slashed it into the tree, putting to good use the swordsmanship he had stolen from Instructor Thomas.

The huge anti-shock force made Neil tingle.

But his eyes were steadfast, and he still slashed sword after sword, as if the old tree in front of him was the abominable Falkdutt.

Jerked.

Neil was shaken, and his scalp seemed to be overpowered, and he felt numb.

He inexplicably comprehended the key skills of those swordsmanship in the past, such as wrist force, hand raising action, how to explode the strength of the waist and legs, etc......

Sincere!

A cold light flashed, and I saw the practice sword cut into the hard bark and stuck five inches deep.

"This ......"

Neil's eyes widened in disbelief.

"How can I do this?!"

Even Lord Milledut's sword, the "Lion Sword" that it claimed took more than half a year to purchase from the court blacksmith, could not have cut into the old tree so deep in his hands.

What's more, it's just an unopened standard iron sword!

Nilton thought it was incredible!

However, what he didn't know was that a pale bright light flashed under his eyes.

Chen Lun's consciousness was hidden in that thin crystal.

Through this boy named "Neil", he observes his surroundings.

'This is the Outer Continent?' It feels like a medieval country...... I haven't found any supernatural power yet, but I can always feel a strong threat, coming from outside the world...... There is no ritual protection here, the world is constantly being eroded by the power of the outer gods, and I must be careful not to expose my existence for the time being. ’

He had just used his strength, using the crystals parasitic on the boy's body, so that he could open the one-ten-thousandth degree of the "Quantum Thinking Experience Card", and instantly comprehended the so-called "Black Horn Swordsmanship".

This was a temptation for Chen Lun.

As a result, he found that he didn't know whether it was because the two continents were too far apart, or because of some other reason, his temptation just now did not affect the normal progress of the [Anonymous] ceremony.

He was pleasantly surprised.

Because this means that in the outer continent, he can intervene in some things implicitly, but also because of the distance, the power he can transmit is limited.

Plus Neil's body is too fragile to carry much power.

Chen Lun secretly planned to use this young man's body as a "probe" to explore the outer continent and provide himself with enough information and intelligence.

So before that, you might as well help him.

At the very least, there must be enough strength.

(End of chapter)