Chapter 625 Crossing the Ocean
"Neil, stand there and don't move!"
A young man wearing striped noble clothes shouted.
He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with long and narrow eyebrows, a high nose, and brown hair that was slightly red in the sun.
There are also some freckles on both sides of the cheeks.
The boy whom the boy called "Neil" was about the same age, but he only wore a white burlap shirt. His hair was blond, and his clothes were stained with dirty soil.
"Yes, Master Fokker."
Neil lowered his head, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and stood there, motionless.
Bang!
The wooden stick hit Neil's thigh hard and broke with a sound.
Neil screamed and fell to the ground, splattered with mud.
His face turned red from the pain, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and the corners of his mouth were stained with smelly muddy soil and some weeds.
Master Fokker's excited laughter could be heard in his ears.
"Awesome! Neil, did you see it? The stick is broken! I broke the stick! Isn't this kind of swordsmanship enough to make Instructor Thomas look at him differently?!"
"Yes...yes, Master, you are indeed very powerful!"
Neil struggled to get up from the ground, his thighs still shaking.
Young Master Fokker on the side first looked at him with satisfaction as he admired his "masterpiece", then pinched his nose and said in disgust:
"You stink too much! Go wash up quickly!"
"Okay, young master..."
Neil endured the pain and humiliation, lowered his head and said.
He turned around, limped out of the open space, and walked towards the well next to a stone house. As Master Fokker's knightly retinue, he should have enjoyed the hot water in the kitchen, but Neil was under the control of the Dutt family. His status is worse than that of the lowest excrement manservant.
A maid aged thirteen or fourteen passed him, ran quickly to the open space, and said happily to the noble boy:
"Master Fokker, Butler Rolf asked someone to buy a big fish in the town. It is said to be a fish from the south coast of Rainbow Island. It was caught in the open sea this morning. The cook said that such a big fish must be delicious. ! ”
"I happen to be a little hungry, so tell the cook to hurry up."
Fokker looked indifferent, pinched the maid and gave orders arrogantly.
The little maid blushed and responded quickly:
"I know...Master."
Faintly listening to the brief conversation, Neil remained silent, gritted his teeth and walked to the well, washing his body with the cold well water.
He endured the severe pain in his legs and body, and hatred flashed in his eyes.
Neil's full name is "Neil Lucius", and he is the only direct heir of the Lucius family... and the Dutt family, where Master Fokker belongs, belongs to his distant relatives, but now they occupy the territory that belongs to him. , black horn collar.
The courtyard, the castle, and the maids and servants at his feet... should originally be his!
My father went to war for the Kingdom of Maurice, leading more than 500 militiamen and dozens of knights, and never came back.
This also led to uncle Miledut later occupying the magpie's nest and taking over the Black Horn Territory with little effort, claiming to care for and protect his nephew.
In fact, he took away everything from Neil, and even arranged for his original master to serve as a retinue under his second son Falk.
It is also famously said to "hone" and "cultivate" the virtues of knights.
However, beatings and scoldings were commonplace on weekdays. Neil was unable to resist or escape. The gate of the castle was guarded by guards 24 hours a day. If he acted rashly, he would most likely be captured and tortured.
In order to survive, he has endured the humiliation for more than two years.
After rinsing his body, Neil changed into a pair of brand new but patched linen clothes. After taking a few deep breaths, he adjusted his expression towards the reflection in the basin, trying his best to hide his hateful eyes.
When everything returned to normal, he dragged his body in unbearable pain to the hall of the main building of the castle.
As soon as we entered, we smelled the strong aroma of fish.
Two older maids stood in the doorway, swallowing.
"Bah! What kind of weird smell?!"
Fokdut, who was sitting on the right side of the main seat at the long dining table, turned his head and spat out the food in his mouth on the ground.
"Is this the high-end product that I spent two fire-marked silver coins on? What kind of far-sea fish is this? It has an unpleasant fishy smell! It's even more disgusting than the smell on Neil's body!"
He slapped the table in dissatisfaction, and the maids around him were trembling.
Rolf, the old butler standing nearby, looked embarrassed.
After all, he asked someone to buy this fish in the town. Master Fokker's complaint was actually an accusation against him.
"Brother, the fourth article of the doctrine of salvation is that wasting food is a blasphemy against our Lord..."
On the left side of the dining table, a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old said calmly.
He cut a piece of fish meat that was cooked and sprinkled with just a little salt with a table knife, put it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully, with an intoxicated expression on his face.
"And the fish tastes pretty good, not as bad as you said... So when your father is away, you start to act like a young master, right?"
"Kelu! You guy!"
Fogg looked at his elder brother bitterly and clenched his fists in his hands.
"I will tell my father everything. Oh no, I will also explain this matter to the Jordan priest during tomorrow's mass... Since you like to waste food, maybe your father will distribute it to you when you become an adult. Go to a remote corner with barren land and slowly realize the value of food.”
Koldut swallowed the fish and grinned.
When Fokke saw this, he was inexplicably afraid.
He glanced at the younger brothers and sisters who were eating with their heads down at the dining table, not daring to participate in the conversation, and finally locked his eyes on the timid knight's retinue standing at the door.
"Neil! Get here!"
Fogg shouted loudly.
Neil clenched his fist, and then quickly released it.
After answering, he quickly stepped forward.
"Master Fokker, what are your orders?"
"Go! Eat the food I accidentally dropped on the floor!"
"Master Fokker, this..."
Neil stared at the extremely disgusting white fish meat that had been chewed up and stuck together on the ground, and stammered.
That was something that was "accidentally dropped on the ground". He could see it clearly just now. It was clearly spit out from the mouth of this guy Fok!
"I said, eat it! Don't you understand?"
Falk stood up. It seemed that because Neil did not obey his order immediately, he felt that he had lost face in front of Ke Lu, and his face suddenly darkened.
"If you don't want to eat it, just wait and see!"
At this time, Ke Lu, the eldest son of the Dut family, cast a half-smiling look.
Even the other younger heirs, the old butler Rolf and the maids all turned their heads and looked at him sympathetically.
Neil only felt his heartbeat speed up.
His face turned red because he felt extremely humiliated.
But in the end, he chose to compromise.
Because he knew that once he dared to refuse, tonight would be a sleepless night, and Fokker would use his most vicious thoughts to vent his anger on himself...
"Yes, I understand, Master Fokker..."
Neal said hoarsely.
He walked over and knelt down, prostrate on the ground like a dog, struggling to lick the disgusting fish meat off the ground.
The cold and creamy touch swirled in his mouth.
The pungent smell lingered.
Neil resisted the desire to vomit and swallowed hurriedly.
He raised his head, and whether it was because of humiliation or disgust, his vision was blurred by tears. He saw Fokker smiling proudly, and the others had pity on their faces.
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dusk.
Corner of Castle Noire.
Behind a towering old tree, faint sobs could be heard.
Neil suppressed his voice for fear that others would hear him. He huddled in the shadows and cried bitterly.
Fogg's disgusting smile kept flashing through his mind.
He suddenly had an idea, that is, to take advantage of Fokker's unpreparedness and kill that guy... use a kitchen knife to stab the other person's throat, and watch him take his last breath in despair and pain.
But soon, Neil gave up the idea.
Because he feels it's not worth it.
He has not yet taken revenge and regained the Black Horn Territory left to him by his father.
Even if he kills Fogg, he will not be able to escape. He will be caught by the guards soon. There are so many heirs in the Dutt family, and a second son cannot shake this despicable distant relative family.
According to Uncle Miller's vicious spirit, he would definitely be caught in the dungeon and subjected to a series of tortures such as branding, skinning, spikes, and even chopping of fingers.
They would even be taken to the church in the territory, and burned alive at the Redemption Fire in full view of the public... After their death, they would still have to bear the infamy of killing the Lord.
"Damn 'Lord Killer'... This is my home! They are all robbers! They are all thieves!!"
Neil raised his head, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes on his tear-stained face.
He secretly vowed that he must stay calm, find opportunities to strengthen himself, regain the territory sooner or later, and kill these bandits one by one!
Thinking to himself, he picked up the practice sword on the ground and chopped it hard on the big tree, displaying the sword skills he had secretly learned from instructor Thomas in the past.
The huge repulsive force made Neil's mouth numb.
But his eyes were firm, and he continued to chop with his sword one after another, as if the old tree in front of him was the abominable Fokdut.
Suddenly.
Neil's whole body was shaken, and his scalp felt as if there was an electric shock, and he felt numb for a while.
He inexplicably understood the key skills of swordsmanship in the past, such as exerting force on the wrist, raising the hand, how to explode the power of the waist and legs, etc...
Benedict!
A flash of cold light flashed, and the practice sword was seen to have cut hard into the hard bark of the tree, getting stuck five inches deep.
"This..."
Neil's eyes widened in disbelief.
"I can actually do this?!"
Even Lord Miledut's sword, the so-called "English Lion Sword" that cost more than half a year of tax revenue to purchase from the palace blacksmith, could not cut into the old tree so deeply in his hand.
What's more, it's just an unopened standard iron sword!
Neil suddenly felt incredible!
However, what he didn't know was that a bright pale light flashed in his eyes.
Chen Lun's consciousness was hidden in that thin crystal.
He was observing the surrounding environment through this boy named "Neil".
‘This is the outer continent? It feels like a medieval country... No extraordinary power has been discovered yet, but I can always feel a strong threat from outside the sky... There is no ritual protection of Huan Gong here, and the world is constantly being eroded by the power of external gods. I must Be careful and don't reveal your presence for the time being. ’
He had just used his power to use the crystal parasitic on the boy's body to enable him to activate the "Quantum Thinking Experience Card" to a ten thousandth degree, and instantly understood the so-called "Black Horn Sword Technique".
This was Chen Lun's test.
As a result, he found that whether it was because the distance between the two continents was too far or for some other reason, the test he just made did not affect the normal progress of the [Anonymous] ceremony.
This surprised him.
Because this means that on the outer continent, he can intervene in some things in a subtle way, but because of the distance, the power he can transmit is limited.
In addition, Neil's body is too fragile and cannot 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.
So before that, you might as well help him.
At the very least, you must have enough strength. (End of chapter)