The cold wind howls unleashed on the endless snowfields, and the Francis Territory, located at the northernmost point of the Wandering Star Empire, had entered a long, cold winter.

A line of white-robed men galloped through the snow on horseback, the West Wind knife scraping on their bare skin beyond their masks, but none of them stopped for the slightest.

They were going to the Lord's Castle in Francis's Domain to bless the Lord's wife, who was about to give birth.

Suddenly a white dove flew from the sky, and it fluttered its wings and landed on the saddle of the leader of the man. The leader tugged at the reins, and the horse neighed and stopped, and spun around in a circle in restlessness.

The white-robed man with a stiff figure drove the horse to stop beside the leader, leaned down slightly and asked respectfully, "Young Master Matthew, is it a letter from Lord Francis?" ”

"Hmm." The chief, known as Young Master Matthew, unfolded the note he had taken from the pigeon's leg, looked at it carefully, and laughed loudly, "My sister has brought me a little nephew. ”

It seemed to be a happy event beyond expectations, and there was a moment of commotion in the silent line behind them. The rickety white-robed man turned over and dismounted, and fell to the ground kissing the cold snow with tears in his eyes.

Matthew rubbed his index finger over the name written on the note and finally in the neat flower script, and he held it up to the sun, his brow and eyes radiating an incomparable brilliance.

"Eli Curtis Francis," he murmured, "Francis's son of liberty, the last young master of the Curtis family." ”

Eli Curtis Francis, Lord Francis's favorite youngest son, is now four and a half years old and has recently encountered a big problem.

The silver-haired and purple-eyed little bun stood in front of the window sadly, looking at the verdant hillside in the distance and sighing softly.

He has been in this strange world for four and a half years, but the golden finger promised by the Lord God has not arrived for a long time.

Eli was not Eli originally, he was a 21st century native of China, an ordinary computer science student, and an innocent crowd of innocent people who witnessed people with fire on their heads and lightning in their hands in the remote alleys next to the school just because they went out on weekend nights.

Challenged to the materialist beliefs he had forged over the past nineteen years, he was about to leave quietly, but who knew that he was pitted by a stray cat that suddenly barked on the garbage can.

In short, it was a fireball mixed with lightning, and when he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a silvery white space.

The self-proclaimed Lord God of the White Light awkwardly apologized to him, saying that the two Saiyans were invaders who had infiltrated the world through his negligence, and that he could let him be reborn in other worlds and start a more exciting and smooth life.

The black-haired and black-eyed young man opened his lips slightly, making a very surprised look: "You want to use apples to compensate for the watermelon I lost?" ”

The Lord God was really not very good at bargaining, and in the end he gave a cherry in addition to the apple, that is, a golden finger.

After giving the golden finger, the Lord God couldn't wait to throw him into a golden-purple vortex, as if he was afraid that he would have to do something.

Then he went from being a college student to a newborn baby.

Even if you become a baby, why is it almost five years since the goldfinger arrived?

The delicate-eyed child was as sad as a little adult at the moment, and the maids beside him had sweet smiles on their faces.

Look, how cute their little master is.

Unlike the young maids who were intoxicated by Eli's appearance, the eldest of the maids stepped forward, looking much more serious than the youthful and lively maids, and the corners of her mouth were straight downward, looking a little fierce.

"Little master," she said very seriously, "please don't stay by the window all the time. ”

Ordinary children probably don't like her very much, but Eli has an adult otherworldly soul living in her body.

So Eli grabbed her cuffs, winked and said coquettishly, "Vile, I just want to see my father return." ”

Francis's territory is located in the northernmost part of the Wandering Star Empire, and his father went with his escort to defend against the enemy army harassing the border a few days ago, and the good news of a great victory came back a few days ago, and it is calculated that today is the day to return.

Vile, Eli's valet, snorted through her nose and coughed twice, "That requires a cloak." ”

Eli opened his hand cooperatively, well accepting that he was a porcelain in Vile's eyes.

Vile took the small white cloak with purple metal trim from the maid next to her, and delicately and gently fastened each dark gold brass clasp for Eli. After doing all this, she gently closed her eyes, muttering obscure words in her mouth, and when she opened her eyes again, the cloak was attached to a simple insulating magic.

Eli felt the warmth of the cloak and thanked her with a curled eyebrow, "Thank you, Vile." ”

Vile straightened up and replied with a straight look, "This is what I should do, little master." ”

Eli's eyes were on the window again.

Mountains and blue skies are full of giant beasts circling and neighing in the air, and white deer and horses with huge antlers can even be seen on the periphery of the trees. This is the new world that the Lord God has chosen for him—the world of swords and magic.

There are only a handful of people in this world who have talents, and the tendency to be gifted will gradually manifest as they grow, so that the owner will learn swordsmanship and magic respectively. Swordsmen are naturally strong and brave, and magicians are able to borrow the power of nature through chanting, and Vile uses the insulating magic of sealing.

Eli's father, Dylan Francis, lord of Francis' domain, was one of the most famous knights in the world.

Eli was thinking, but his eyes suddenly caught the nematode-like team galloping on the hillside. They approached the castle walls as fast as they could, Eli squinting at the black metal armor on their bodies.

It was armor unique to the Protector of Francis' Territory, but it wasn't Eli's father, Dylan, who was in the lead.

Very unfamiliar faces.

Eli's heart suddenly chuckled.

Although his range of activities was limited to the interior of the castle due to his age, he had already recognized the guards in the realm whose names he had spoken in front of the lord during the feasts of various strange festivals.

"Vile," Eli pursed her lips, spreading her hands as the serious maid leaned over, "take me to Orin." ”

Vill walked briskly down the castle corridor with Eli in his arms, and they happened to meet Orin in trumpet armor around the corner of the corridor.

Eli and his ten-year-old brother Orin don't have a good relationship, and when they meet on the road, they can't wait to treat each other as air, let alone take the initiative to find each other.

When he learned that Eli was looking for him, Orin's expression was comparable to that of learning that the bolognese he ate last night was made of rat meat, and his face was strange, and his amber eyes were full of suspicion: "What are you coming to me for?" ”

Eli really didn't want to deal with Orin, who was covered in spikes and looked like a rebellious child, but now that his parents were not in the castle, the only one left to make decisions was his young brother.

"There's a team out there." He knocked on the side.

"That's what you mean?" Orin felt that he had figured out the purpose of this younger brother, and the strangeness on his face turned into a mocking sneer, "I don't dare take you to meet my father, in case something happens, I don't bother to be punished for you little waste." ”

"Orin," Eli grimaced, his young age was so intimidating that he could only see cuteness, "you can't let them in." ”

Orin seems to have heard some joke, his father returned triumphantly, but his little brother did not let his father's return into the castle?

The little boy held the saber on his waist with one hand, tapped his temple with the other, and said implicitly: "Eli, was your illness not cured a few days ago, such as burning out your brain?" ”

Eli's anger also came up, and his eyes burned: "It's not my father who is in the lead. ”

"It could just be an advance team."

Orin clearly didn't want to waste any more time with Eli, and he raised his chin at the guards beside him, and walked past Eli and Vill to leave.

However, he soon stopped in the sound wafting behind him.

"I haven't seen anyone in the lead."

Orin couldn't help but think of the repertoire of the Domain's banquets in recent years—the lord and the lord's wife excitedly pointing to Eli, who was unsteady in the way of the officials and guards who had made way for the banquet, to say their names.

Eli, on the other hand, always does it well, and he can easily match the faces of people he has only met once with their names, and he is extremely fast.

According to Orin's understanding of his father, his father would never let a newly promoted guard be the captain of the advance team.

He jerked his head back and rushed to Eli with some rage, bending down and staring at Eli viciously, almost touching the tip of their noses.

"You'd better not tell a lie."

Eli was also angry: "I'm not you, children never tell lies." ”

Orin, who had told a lie and had been poked through it hard, choked up all of a sudden, and Eli looked at his face, and his mood finally improved a little.

Call you cynical and threatening, I have caught a lot of your black history in the past three and a half years, and any one of them can sore your feet.

"John," Orin choked hard at his annoying brother and called out to one of his guards in a rather irritable tone, "tell them not to open the gates for a moment. ”

To everyone's surprise, Orin's guards stood in place, not turning around as they said, nor replying.

A dangerous string in Eli's mind twitched.

"John!" The sentence was a little irritable, and Orin turned around impatiently, "You don't listen—"

He was greeted by the scabbard of the sword in the hands of the guards that struck directly at the door.

"Qiang—"

The crisp sound of blades echoing through the corridors of the castle, and Orin, worthy of the eldest son taught by the lord himself, reacted with great speed and drew his sword to catch the blow.

However, the huge disparity in body and strength still caused Olin to retreat to the wall in embarrassment.

Eli's face sank like water, he always stayed in the castle after he was reborn, and he didn't notice so many dark tides surging around him.

The traitors actually became the personal guards of the next lord, which is simply out of the world.

He clutched the lace of Vile's maid's dress tightly and instructed, "Attack them." ”

An obscure spell sounded in his ears, and Orin raised his sword vigilantly to guard against his guards, but strangely, the guards who attacked Orin actually withdrew their scabbards, and had no intention of attacking Vill as a magician.

Eli's eyes widened suddenly: No!

The spell stopped, and a strong drowsiness swept through Eli's brain, and Orin seemed to realize something, trying to hold his eyelids and look at him in horror, but the next second he fell to the ground weakly.

A dry, warm hand covered Eli's eyes.

"Sleep, young master."

Eli's last thought before his consciousness fell into darkness was: If there is a problem with the eldest young master's personal guard, if the little young master's maid has a problem, can this territory still be saved?

After Eli completely lost consciousness, a crisp mechanical voice sounded in his head:

[Detects that the host is in crisis, activates an emergency plan, and the system is turned on early.] ]

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