Chapter 625 Traveling across the ocean

   "Neil, stand still!"

   A teenager wearing a striped aristocratic costume shouted.

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

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

  The boy called "Neil" by the boy was about the same age as him, but he only wore a white rough linen short shirt, blond hair, and dirty mud on his clothes.

   "Yes, Master Fokker."

  Neil lowered his head, took a deep breath, clenched his teeth and stood in place, motionless.

  Boom!

  The wooden stick hit Neil's thigh heavily and broke with a sound.

  Neil screamed and fell to the ground, splashing mud all over his body.

  His face was flushed with pain, his forehead was bruised, and the corners of his mouth were stained with smelly muddy soil and some weeds.

  Master Falk laughed excitedly in his ears.

   "It's great! 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 you differently?!"

   "Yes... yes, master, you are indeed very powerful!"

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

  Master Fogg on the side first looked at him with a look of admiration for his "masterpiece", then pinched his nose and said in disgust:

   "You smell too bad! Go wash it!"

   "Good sir..."

  Neil endured the pain and humiliation, lowered his head and said.

He turned around, limped away from the open space, and walked towards a well next to a stone house. As Master Fogg's knight retinue, he should have enjoyed the hot water in the kitchen, but Neil was in the Dutt family's house. The status is not as good as the lowest dung manservant.

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

"Master Falk, Steward Rolf asked someone to buy a big fish in the town. It is said that the fishermen on the south coast of Rainbow Island caught the high-sea fish this morning. The cook said that such a big fish must be delicious. !"

   "I'm just a little hungry, let the cook hurry up."

  Fokker looked indifferent, he pinched the maid, and ordered him to order.

  The little maid blushed and answered quickly:

   "Understood...Master."

   Hearing the brief conversation vaguely, Neil remained silent, gritted his teeth and walked to the well, washing his body with the cold well water.

  He resisted the severe pain from his legs and body, hatred flashed in his eyes.

Neil's full name is "Neil Lucius", and he is the only surviving direct heir of the Lucius family... and the Dutt family, where Master Fogg belongs, belongs to his distant relatives, but now occupies his territory, Noire collar.

  The courtyard at the foot, the castle, and those maids...should have been his too!

  Father participated in the war for the Kingdom of Morris, led more than 500 militiamen and dozens of knights, and never returned.

   This also led to Uncle Miller Dutt occupying the magpie's nest and becoming the leader of the black horn collar with little effort, claiming to take care of and protect this nephew.

   In fact, they snatched everything from Neil, and even placed his original master under the second son Fogg as a follower.

  Equally famous, "hone" and "cultivate" the virtues of knighthood.

  But beatings and scolding are commonplace on weekdays. Neil is powerless to resist and can't escape. The gate of the castle is guarded by guards 24 hours a day. Once he acts rashly, he is very likely to be caught 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. After taking a few deep breaths, he adjusted his expression to the reflection in the basin, trying his best to cover up the hatred in his eyes.

   After everything returned to normal, he dragged his painful body to the main hall of the castle.

  As soon as I entered, I could smell the strong smell of fish.

  Two older maids stood at the door, swallowing.

   "Bah! What's the smell?!"

  Fulkdut, who was sitting on the right hand side of the main seat at the long dining table, turned his head and spat out the food in his mouth on the ground.

   "This is the high-end product that cost two pieces of Fire Emblem Silver? What about distant sea fish? It has an unpleasant stench! It's even more disgusting than the smell on Neil's body!"

  He patted the table in dissatisfaction, and the maids around were trembling.

  The old butler Rolf standing by had a look of embarrassment.

   After all, he asked someone to buy this fish in the town. Master Fogg's complaints were actually blaming him.

   "Brother, the fourth 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 on it with a knife, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

   "And the taste of this fish is not bad, it's not as bad as you said... So you started to put on airs as a young master when your father was away, didn't you?"

   "Kelu! You bastard!"

  Fokker looked at his elder brother bitterly, clenched his fists.

"I will tell my father everything about it, oh no, I will explain it to Pastor Jordan during tomorrow's mass...Since you like to waste food, maybe when you become an adult, your father will assign you to In a remote corner where the land is barren, I slowly understand the truth that food is precious."

  Keludut swallowed the fish and grinned.

  Fokk saw this, but was inexplicably terrified.

  He glanced at the younger brothers and sisters who were eating with their heads down at the dining table, who were afraid to participate in the communication, and finally locked their eyes on the knight squire standing at the door, who was timid.

   "Neil! Get over here!"

  Fokker yelled loudly.

  Neil clenched his fist, and then let it go quickly.

   After a reply, he hurried forward.

   "Master Fogg, what are your orders?"

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

   "Master Fogg, this..."

  Neil stared at the extremely disgusting white fish meat that was chewed and stuck together on the ground, and stammered.

   Then what was "accidentally dropped on the ground", he saw it clearly just now, it was obviously Fokker who spit it out of his mouth!

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

  Fokker stood up, it seemed that because Neil didn't obey his order immediately, he felt that he had lost face in front of Kelu, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

   "If you don't eat it, just wait and see!"

  At this moment, Kelu, the eldest son of the Dutt family, looked at him with a half-smile.

  Even the other younger heirs, the old butler Rolf and the maids all turned their heads and watched with sympathetic eyes.

  Neil only felt his heart beating faster.

  Blushing from feeling extremely humiliated.

   But in the end, he chose to compromise.

  Because he knows that once he dares to refuse, then tonight must be a sleepless night, and Fogg will use his most vicious thoughts to vent his anger on himself...

   "Yes, I see, Master Fogg..."

   Neil said hoarsely.

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

  The cold and creamy touch hovered in his mouth.

   The pungent smell lingers.

  Neil resisted the desire to vomit and swallowed hastily.

   He raised his head, not knowing whether it was because of humiliation or disgust, his eyes were blurred by tears, he saw Fogg smiling triumphantly, and the others were full of pity.

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   Dusk.

  The corner of Blackhorn Castle.

   Behind a towering old tree, there was a faint sob.

  Neil suppressed his voice, fearing that others would hear him, curled up in the shadows, weeping bitterly.

  Fokker's disgusting smile kept flashing in my mind.

  He suddenly had an idea, that is to take advantage of Fogg's unpreparedness and kill that guy...Use a kitchen knife to stab the other person's throat fiercely, watching 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.

  I haven't taken revenge yet, and I haven't regained the black-horned collar left to him by my father.

  Even if Fogg is killed, he will not be able to escape, and will be caught by the guards soon. With so many heirs in the Dutt family, a second son can't shake this despicable distant family.

  According to Uncle Miller's sinister vigor, he will definitely be caught in the dungeon and suffer a series of tortures such as ironing, skinning, spikes, and even finger chopping.

   Even, they will be taken to the church in the territory, where they will be burned alive by the redemption fire under the watchful eyes of everyone... After death, they will also bear the infamy of lord killing.

   "Damn 'Killer'... This is my home! They are all robbers! They are all thieves!"

  Neil raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot on his tearful face.

  He swore secretly that he must hold his breath, 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, slashed at the big tree fiercely, and used the swordsmanship he had learned secretly from Instructor Thomas in the past.

  The huge shock force made Neil's mouth go numb.

  But his eyes were firm, and he continued to slash with his sword one after another, as if the old tree in front of him was the abominable Fukdut.

   Suddenly.

  Neil's whole body trembled, and his scalp felt numb for a while as if it had been electrified.

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

   Benedict!

  A cold light flashed, and I saw the practice sword cut into the hard bark and got stuck at a depth of five inches.

"this…"

  Neil's eyes widened in disbelief.

   "How can I do this?!"

  Even Lord Miller Dutt's sword, the "British Lion Sword" that he claimed to have spent more than half a year in taxes to purchase from the court blacksmith, could not have been cut so deep into the old tree in his hands.

   What's more, it's just a standard iron sword that hasn't been opened yet!

  Nilton felt incredible at the time!

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

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

   is observing the surrounding environment through this young man named "Neil".

  ‘This is the Outer Continent? It feels like a country in the Middle Ages... I haven't discovered supernatural power yet, but I can always feel a strong threat from outside... There is no ritual protection of Huangong here, and the world is always being eroded by the power of outer gods. I must act carefully , temporarily unable to reveal their existence. '

  He just used his strength, using the crystallization parasitic on the young man's body, to make him activate the "Quantum Thinking Experience Card" of one ten thousandth level, and instantly comprehend the so-called "Black Horn Sword Technique".

   This is a temptation by Chen Lun.

   As a result, he found that whether it was because the distance between the two continents was too far away, or because of some other reason, his trial just now did not affect the normal progress of the [Anonymous] ceremony.

   This surprised him quite a bit.

  Because this means that in the Outer Continent, he can covertly intervene in some things, but also because of the distance, the power he can transmit is limited.

   In addition, Neil's body is too fragile to carry too much strength.

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

   So before that, you might as well give him a hand.

   At the very least, they must have sufficient strength.

  (end of this chapter)