Overgod Ascension

Old Benson has curly brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, slight wrinkles on his forehead, and a shrewd look on his face.

He was originally just a tenant farmer in a knight's manor, but he liked to think since he was a child. This desire for a strange world caused him not to peek at the housekeeper's daughter taking a bath like other gangsters when he was a child, but to spend his time studying. superior.

By the time he was eighteen, he could already read out a text message in its entirety, which was really something to be proud of.

Old Benson's parents originally thought that he would become the knight's attendant or clerk, and that they would have a decent person in the family. However, on the day of his eighteenth birthday, old Benson went directly to the knight and mortgaged himself. He went out in exchange for the mining rights of a small mountain forest to the east.

"I only need one year to repay your debt of twenty gold delongs, otherwise I will be branded as a slave!"

He said so at the time that everyone thought Benson was crazy.

But later facts proved that they were all wrong!

In a desperate move, old Benson began to cut down logs in the forest, hired carpenters, and made all kinds of exquisite furniture, which he sold in Casterly Rock City.

This brought him a profit of two hundred silver thalers. Immediately, he used the money to hire a team of miners and began to explore in the forest. Finally, he got a small iron mine.

A year later, he handed one hundred gold drons into the hands of the Lord Knight and obtained the subsequent mining rights of the minerals.

With this first pot of gold and subsequent donations, old Benson got rid of poverty and his status as a tenant farmer at an astonishing speed, became a free citizen, married the old housekeeper's daughter, and opened a small business.

Now, 'Benson's Black Rose' grocery store is not only famous in Casterly Rock City, but has also expanded its trade routes all the way to Whistling Castle, the center of the Windfire Plains!

This is also the thing that old Benson is most proud of so far in his life.

"Hurry up, boys, we have to get to Howling Castle before sunset!"

He looked at the slow motorcade, frowned slightly, and shouted loudly: "Inside the hotel, there are hot broth, large chunks of oatmeal bread, and soft women... Do you want to go out in the wilderness again?" One night’s sleep?”

The power of food and women is endless, and the speed of the convoy suddenly accelerated.

Seeing this scene, Old Benson sighed helplessly.

In fact, the security around Whistling Castle is quite good. Due to the powerful force of the Earl of Blue Mountain and the fact that it is the center of the area, the former city guards were often dispatched to sweep away robbers and large beasts on the plains.

The Earl of Blue Mountain at that time could proudly declare that every inch of land under his governance was extremely safe.

But now, things have changed!

The defeat of the war not only cost the Earl of Blue Mountain a daughter and a large amount of ransom, but also hundreds of great boys.

The main force of the city guard was suddenly stretched thin, and coupled with the sudden rise of Viscount Garcia, the Whistling Castle was at the lowest point in its history.

On the plains now, you have to be careful not only of the stray wild beasts wandering around, but also of the elusive horse bandits!

Old Benson thought this way, and then estimated the combat power of his small fleet. He shook his head sadly, knowing that he alone had no ability to withstand risks.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look towards the end of the motorcade.

There, a handsome young man with brown hair was riding a black horse, looking around curiously.

The other party was a freeman he met on the way, who called himself William and came from Niah Town.

After receiving three silver talers and verifying the other party's identity, Old Benson happily agreed to the other party's request.

Facts have proved that his decision was not wrong.

This William is clean and has no trace of muddy temperament. He is quite similar to those noble masters, and he also has a very good swordsmanship.

One night, Old Benson saw with his own eyes the other party holding the long sword in his hand, spinning like a skilled dancer under the moonlight, taking away the lives of one warg after another.

With just that one shot, he saved at least the value of ten golden dragons in old Benson's pocket.

So, he immediately returned the other party's car cost in full, and he also tried to please him and chatted with William.

Later, Old Benson was surprised to find that although this William was very powerful, he seemed to have never left the Fengying Plain and was full of curiosity about everything in the outside world.

It's a pity that his knowledge is not much higher than William's. When the last trace of inventory in his head was cleaned out, the other party resumed his lazy posture and continued to follow the carriage.

The convoy moved forward slowly, and finally arrived at Whistling City at dusk.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the thirty-foot-high city wall stands majestically, showing a dark blue color. The gaps and shadows are covered with moss, giving the illusion of historical vicissitudes.

"Sir Benson, let's break up here!"

While the convoy was waiting for inspection to enter the city, Wu Minglai said goodbye to old Benson.

"Oh, that's such a shame..."

Old Benson spread his hands: "William, what are your plans next?"

"Live in the Howling Castle for a while, and... there is also the tourney! I want to try my luck!"

Wu Ming told the truth that since hearing about this incident, he has made plans in this regard.

"With your martial arts skills, even if you can't win the championship, you will definitely be favored by the knights and noble lords..." Old Benson said: "Maybe they will accept you as their attendant!"

"Maybe...thank you again, goodbye!"

Wu Ming waved his hand, turned and left, with a smile on his lips.

If he just wanted to become a knight's retinue, why would he come here?

…

In Whistling City, there was a bustling crowd. There were obviously more mercenaries, adventurers, or wandering free knights. The atmosphere was a bit noisy, especially in taverns and hotels. Loud noises and fights became the mainstream, which made Wu Ming know where he was. Sen's news is true.

"Agricultural production was extremely important in ancient times. Before spring plowing began, there were similar celebrations..."

"At Whistling Castle, the repertoire is the martial arts tournament organized by the Earl of Blue Mountain! In the past, only warriors and knights representing various nobles could participate with limited status. The final champion will receive honors and bonuses... But this time there is With the changes, standards will be relaxed, rewards will be heavier, and there are even rumors that the winners will receive unimaginable promotions, which has attracted a group of speculators..."

Wu Ming understood Earl of Blue Mountain's approach very well.

The previous war failed and the troops were lost. At this time, it is necessary to replenish the force.

This martial arts tournament is just like a trial, and a large number of outstanding knights and warrior candidates will inevitably emerge.

If he doesn't absorb this, how can he recruit troops and fight against the pressure of Viscount Garcia?

Wu Ming immediately smelled the opportunity.

Of course, he was not the only one who saw this opportunity. The swarm of mercenaries and adventurers almost overwhelmed Whistling City.

Wu Ming finally had to pay a high price of one silver thaler a day before finally renting a room in a remote hotel.

He had dinner in the lobby of the hotel. The staple food was onion broth and a few pieces of bread. The owner of the hotel was obviously not as good at cooking as Aunt Luo Ya, which made Wu Ming a little disappointed.

The hall was filled with the smell of crude alcohol, and there was a bard in the corner, loudly singing beautiful fairy tales and poems.

Of course, there are also drunkards and homeless people.

The atmosphere was noisy, and it was normal to start a fight if there was a disagreement. However, the perpetrator had to pay for the cost of the tables and chairs, otherwise he would be thrown unceremoniously into the street by the hotel owner and the police officer would be called.

The best outcome for those who violate the rules of Whistling City is to be expelled. Of course, there are also whippings, hard labor and other measures waiting to be carried out.

"There is still some time before the martial arts competition..."

Wu Ming sipped the broth and thought silently: "This time can be fully utilized...church and books!"

Both of these things are luxuries in Niah Town.

Even though there are some illiterate people in the knight class, as far as Wu Ming knows, in the entire town of Nia, Baron Terry may be the only one with a small study room, but it is obvious that he will not open it to Wu Ming.

There is naturally no public library in Whistling City, but there are many scholars living here. Wu Ming plans to visit them one by one, hoping that Jin Delong can open their doors.

As for the church, let alone that.

In the novels of previous lives, even in history, which medieval church was not a very arrogant existence?

Wu Ming is also full of curiosity about the operation of the church in this world.

"Gavri! You fat pig, do you also dream of coming to participate in the competition?"

In the midst of laughter, the two mercenaries blushed and started the most common fighting show. The surrounding drinkers made room for a clearing and shouted loudly while raising their glasses.

In the end, the obese mercenary was punched hard and his nose was broken, and he lay on the ground like a dead dog.

The victorious mercenaries unceremoniously peeled off his leather armor and took away his money bag.

At this moment, Wu Ming's palm moved downwards like lightning.

Click!

There was a sound of bone cracking, and beside him, a man with triangular eyes quickly retracted his right hand as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, with a look of resentment in his eyes.

"Three hands?"

Wu Ming said coldly: "Don't let me see you again, otherwise I will have to cut off one of your fingers in accordance with the universal law!"

puff!

While talking, he directly picked up the bread knife and stabbed it into the nanmu table.

The knife sank into the handle. This terrible force immediately turned the resentment in the eyes of the three hands into horror: "Please forgive me, sir! I promise that this kind of thing will never happen again!"

He bowed and quickly retreated into the darkness.