Transcendent Dawn

you know me? "

Sulu looked around with an expression of interest.

I realized that at some point, an area around my body had been cleared.

The innkeeper was yawning behind the counter and was about to fall asleep.

"A wandering knight with a mysterious origin, who successively killed the pursuers of the Duke of Wolfsburg, a powerful wizard, someone has already heard your name..."

The gray-robed middle-aged man was expressionless and authentic.

"Goodwill from the western region? Are you from the west, the 'Duke of Blood'?"

Sulu raised his eyebrows. Since the defeat of the Silver Eyes gang, the pursuit of the troops became less and less as they went south, and they almost disappeared after leaving the northern border.

He also felt the help of a dark force.

Just jumping out at this time, a little too impatient, right?

"If you want to know, please come with someone."

A smile appeared on the face of the gray-robed middle-aged man, and he turned and left the hotel.

"interesting."

Sulu smiled, got up and followed.

The two walked through the increasingly crowded streets and alleys, and the gray-robed man in front was obviously familiar with this.

He came to a suspected slum, entered a hut, opened the floor, and revealed a passage leading to the bottom: "Please!"

Sulu's inspiration spread, he probed into the deep darkness, and walked in.

The tunnel is not long, and the man in gray is holding a torch and leading the way ahead.

After walking about a hundred meters, I came to a wooden wall.

"Sulu Botley! Would you like to be my knight? Get fiefdom and glory?"

A dull voice came from behind the wooden wall. It seemed that someone was talking against the wall, and it was a woman.

‘Why do people in this world tempt people with titles and fiefdoms, as if they think that everyone is a dog and will definitely like this bone? '

Sulu couldn't understand.

But who knows how to act? He breathed heavily and said in a hoarse voice, "But my ideal is not just a manor of knights..."

In this world, hereditary lords are the lowest level of nobility, and even many great nobles don't think they are real nobles.

Only a hereditary baron is an undisputed official nobleman!

Their fiefs are more extensive, and they can train two to five formal knights to form their own knights!

"Ambitious people, I like..."

The woman behind the wooden board was silent for a while, and suddenly smiled charmingly: "But as a senior wizard, maybe you are still a silver knight... You do have the qualifications to seek a baron... Even a viscount is not a dream."

As if to test the convincingness, a tulip badge inlaid with rubies was passed through the gap.

"It really is the Duke of Blood in the Western Territory!"

Sulu sighed. He had read so many books in Wolf Castle, so he naturally knew about the nobles of the kingdom.

In the entire kingdom, under the royal family, there are only four dukes, entrusting the four territories of southeast, north and west.

Blood Tulip is another name for the Grand Duke in the West.

"Could it be that the kingdom is about to experience another civil strife?" Sulu sighed: "Madam knows that I have a bad relationship with the Duke of Wolfburg, but she still wants to protect me. There must be a commission?"

"Yes...Green, the eldest son of the Duke of Wolf Castle, will come to the capital in the near future to marry the daughter of Philetin III—Princess Messiah. Since you have already made enemies with Wolf Castle, why not be more intense? As long as you If this can be done, I assure you, a baron's position and the castle will be yours."

There was temptation in her words.

'It turns out that it's another power struggle among the great nobles... How do you feel that even if I complete the task, I will end up dying for money? 80% will be silenced...'

Sulu rolled his eyes in his heart.

The other party came and went quickly. After Sulu said that he would think about it, he immediately chose to leave.

From this point of view, it looks like a noble lady in the capital, the kind who socializes every day, and cannot be separated for too long.

"Someone sent Your Excellency out!"

The gray-robed man sent Sulu to the ground,

Turn around and say goodbye.

"your name?"

Sulu stared at him with great interest, and asked suddenly.

"The nameless one."

The figure of the man in gray quickly disappeared between the gaps and shadows in the street.

"I always feel... this guy is more suitable to be an assassin than me..."

Sulu shook his head and walked out of the slums. There were a lot of pedestrians here, almost blocking the streets.

Blacksmith shops, bakeries, clothing stores... Stalls selling all kinds of gadgets are pieced together piecemeal, together with wandering warblers soliciting customers on the street and goldfinger thieves scurrying around the streets, all of a sudden, a vivid picture is formed. Royal capital screen.

"How do you sell this pie?"

He saw a stall selling snacks, selling pies made of flour and fresh meat, baked in an oven until they were slightly charred, and smelling fragrant.

"Five coppers a piece."

Wearing an apron, the red-haired peddler laughed.

"Give you!"

Sulu gave the money casually, took a bite of the wrapped pie, and thought it tasted really good.

At this time, a lot of eyes were suddenly sensed.

It was a few children sucking their fingers on the side of the road, staring straight at the pie and the money bag in their hands.

If such a kid is not supervised by an adult, it is only natural for him to be controlled by a local gang and become a three-handed goldfinger thief.

Every day, I don’t know how many people lost their wallets because of this. Of course, there are also children who were caught and lost their hands.

"Even if it is a royal capital, such poor people are indispensable..."

Looking at their yellow and thin faces with clearly visible ribs, Sulu couldn't help but sighed, suddenly lost interest.

...

Also in Dragon City.

A secret party somewhere.

"Tell me... those of you who have no talent, no aptitude, and no ability to become knights or wizards, are you willing?"

A short man in black robe roared, and there seemed to be a powerful and demagogic power in his words.

"You are poor, you are humble, you are taken away by the nobles...but you have to greet them with a smile, all of this is because you have no power!"

The little man suddenly spit out a weird note: "Flame!"

In his hand, a ball of flame the size of an egg emerged and ignited blazingly: "But now...the opportunity is in front of your eyes, as long as you take the potion, you can gain extraordinary power like me!"

"It can brew honor, help you break through the bottleneck of knights, or become a wizard, the ability to master spells..."

The little man took out a bottle of potion: "Just a hundred gold coins!"

"I want it."

A middle-aged man walked out, quickly took out a buckskin purse, and completed the transaction amidst the stunned expressions of many onlookers.

Not far away, Ham and Jon watched the scene, and sighed at the same time: "Laffer has changed! And he's lying!"

Potions only allow ordinary people to have the qualifications to learn the language of madness, and then they need to learn this language systematically.

"And... that person is definitely not a poor man, and the poor can't afford so much money!" Jon said angrily.

After gaining strength, this small group of three finally split.