Volume 7 Coral Chapter 624: Crossing the Ocean
"Neil, stand there and don't move!"
A young man in striped noble clothing shouted.
He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with narrow eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and brown hair that turned slightly red in the sunlight.
There are some freckles on both sides of her cheeks.
The boy whom the teenager called "Neil" was about the same age, but he was only wearing a white linen shirt, and his golden hair and clothes were covered with dirty mud.
"Yes, Master Fogg."
Neil lowered his head, took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and stood there, motionless.
Bang!
The wooden stick hit Neil's thigh hard and broke.
Neil screamed and fell to the ground, covered in mud.
His face turned red due to pain, veins on his forehead were exposed, and the corners of his mouth were stained with smelly, muddy soil and some weeds.
I heard Master Fogg's excited laughter.
"Great! Did you see that, Neil? The stick broke! I broke the stick! Isn't this swordsmanship enough to impress Instructor Thomas?!"
"Yes... yes, Master, you are indeed amazing!"
Neil struggled to get up from the ground, his thighs still shaking.
Master Fok, who was standing by, first looked at him with satisfaction, appreciating his own "masterpiece", then pinched his nose and said in disdain:
"You stink! Go wash up!"
"Okay, Master..."
Neil said with his head down, suppressing the pain and humiliation .
He turned around and limped out of the open space toward a well next to a stone house. As Master Fok's knight squire, he should have enjoyed the hot water in the kitchen, but Neil's status in the Dutt family was even lower than that of the lowest-ranking feces servant.
A maid of about thirteen or fourteen years old passed him and ran quickly to the open space, and said happily to the noble boy:
"Master Fogg, Butler Rolf asked someone to buy a big fish in town. It was said that it was caught by fishermen from the south coast of Rainbow Island this morning. The cook said that such a big fish must be delicious!"
"I'm a little hungry, so I'll ask the cook to hurry up."
Fok looked nonchalant, pinched the maid and gave orders in a domineering tone.
The little maid blushed and replied quickly:
"I understand... Master."
Neil vaguely listened to the brief conversation, said nothing, gritted his teeth, walked to the well, and washed his body with the cold well water.
He endured the severe pain in his legs and body, hatred flashing in his eyes.
Neil's full name is "Neil Lucius", and he is the only surviving direct heir of the Lucius family...and the Duterte family, to which Master Fok belongs, is his distant relative, but now they are occupying his territory, Black Horn Territory.
The yard beneath his feet, the castle, and those maids and servants... should have originally belonged to him!
My father went to war for the Kingdom of Maurice with more than 500 militiamen and dozens of knights, and he never came back.
This also led to the fact that later, Uncle Millerdutt took over the Black Horn Territory with almost no effort, and announced to the outside world that he would take care of and support his nephew.
In fact, he took away everything from Neil and even arranged his original master to be a follower under his second son Fok.
It is also euphemistically called "honing" and "cultivating" the virtues of chivalry.
However, beatings and scoldings were commonplace on a daily basis. Neil was powerless to resist and could not escape. The castle gates were guarded 24 hours a day. If he acted rashly, he would most likely be caught and tortured.
In order to survive, he has endured humiliation for more than two years.
After washing his body, Neil changed into a new but patched linen shirt. After taking a few deep breaths, he adjusted his expression towards his reflection in the basin, trying his best to hide the hatred in his eyes.
After everything returned to normal, he dragged his aching body to the hall of the castle's main building.
As soon as I entered, I smelled the rich aroma of fish.
Two older maids stood at the door, swallowing.
"Pah! What's that weird smell?!"
Fokdutt, who was sitting on the right side of the main seat at the long dining table, turned his head and spat the food in his mouth onto the ground.
"Is this the high-end product that I spent two Fire Silvers to buy? It's called deep-sea fish. It has a horrible fishy smell! It's even more disgusting than the smell on Neil!"
He slammed the table in dissatisfaction, and the maids around him trembled in fear.
The old butler Rolf standing aside looked embarrassed.
After all, he had asked someone to buy the fish in town, so Master Fogg's complaints were actually blaming him.
"Brother, Article 4 of the Doctrine of Redemption states that wasting food is a blasphemy against our Lord..."
On the left side of the dining table, a young man of about eighteen or nineteen said calmly.
He used a table knife to cut a piece of fried fish that was sprinkled with only a little salt, 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 now that father is away, you've started to act like a young master, right?"
"Kelu! You bastard!"
Fok looked at his elder brother hatefully and clenched his fists.
"I will tell my father everything. Oh no, I will also explain this to Pastor Jordan during the mass tomorrow... Since you like to waste food, maybe when you grow up, your father will assign you to a remote corner with barren land so that you can slowly understand the preciousness of food."
Korudut swallowed the fish and grinned.
When Fok saw this, he felt inexplicably frightened.
He glanced at his brothers and sisters who were eating with their heads down at the table, not daring to join in the conversation, and his eyes finally fixed on the knight's squire who was standing at the door, looking timid.
"Neil! Get over here!"
Falk shouted.
Neil clenched his fist, then quickly unclenched it.
After answering, he hurried forward.
"Master Fokker, what can I do for you?"
"Go! Eat the food I accidentally dropped on the floor!"
"Master Fogg, this..."
Neil stared at the disgusting mass of chewed and stuck white fish meat on the ground and spoke stutteringly.
That wasn't something that "accidentally fell on the ground". He saw it clearly just now. It was clearly what Fok spat out from his mouth!
"I said, eat it! Don't you understand?"
Fok stood up. His face suddenly darkened, as if he felt embarrassed in front of Kelu because Neil did not obey his orders immediately.
"If you don't eat it, just wait and see!"
At this time, Kolu, the eldest son of the Dutt family, gave him a half-smile.
Even the younger descendants, the old butler Rolf, and the maids turned their heads and looked at him with sympathy.
Neil just felt his heartbeat quicken.
His face flushed with humiliation.
But in the end, he chose to compromise.
Because he knew that if he dared to refuse, then tonight would be a sleepless night, and Falk would use his most vicious thoughts to vent his anger on him...
"Yes, I understand, Master Fokke..."
Neil said hoarsely.
He walked over, knelt down, crawled on the ground like a dog, and licked the disgusting piece of fish meat off the ground with a struggling expression.
The cool and smooth touch swirled in his mouth.
A pungent smell lingered.
Neil resisted the urge to vomit and swallowed it quickly.
He raised his head, his vision blurred by tears, whether out of shame or disgust, and saw Falk smiling smugly, while the others had sympathy on their faces.
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dusk.
A corner of Black Point Castle.
Faint sobbing could be heard from behind a
Neil suppressed his voice, afraid that others would hear him. He curled up in the shadows and cried bitterly.
Fock's disgusting smile kept flashing through my mind.
An idea suddenly came to him, which was to kill the guy while Fok was off guard... Use a kitchen knife to stab the guy's throat and watch him take his last breath in despair and pain.
But soon, Neil gave up the idea.
Because he felt it wasn't worth it.
He has not yet taken revenge, nor has he taken back the Black Horn Territory left to him by his father.
Even if he killed Fok, he couldn't escape and would be caught by the guards soon. There were so many descendants in the Dutt family, and a second son could not shake this despicable distant relative family.
Given Uncle Miller's viciousness, he would definitely be thrown into the dungeon and subjected to a series of tortures such as branding, skinning, stabbing and even chopping off fingers.
They might even be taken to the church in the territory and burned alive in public... and even after death, they would bear the infamy of being a lord killer.
"Damn 'Master Killers'... This is my home! They are all robbers! They are all thieves!!"
Neil raised his head, his tearful face and bloodshot eyes.
He secretly swore that he must stay calm, find an opportunity to strengthen himself, take back the territory sooner or later, and kill these bandits one by one!
Thinking of this, he picked up the practice and chopped it hard on the tree, using the sword skills he had secretly learned from Instructor Thomas in the past.
The huge recoil force made Neil's palm numb.
But his eyes were determined, and he continued to chopped with his sword, as if the old tree in front of him was the hateful Fokdutt.
Suddenly.
Neil's whole body shuddered, and his scalp felt numb as if it had been electrified.
He inexplicably understood the key skills of the swordsmanship in the past, such as the power of the wrist, the movement of raising the hand, how to use the waist and legs to burst out the power, etc.
Tap!
There was a flash of cold light, and the practice sword cut fiercely into the hard bark, getting stuck at a depth of five inches.
"this……"
Neil's eyes widened in disbelief.
"I can actually do this?!"
Even if it was Lord Millardut's sword, the "English Lion Sword" that was said to have cost more than half a year's worth of taxes to purchase from the court blacksmith, it would be impossible for him to cut so deeply into the old tree.
What’s more, it’s just an unsharpened 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 is hidden in that thin crystal.
He was observing the surrounding environment through this young man named "Neil" .
'Is this the Outer Continent? It feels like a medieval country... I haven't discovered any extraordinary powers yet, but I can always feel a strong threat from the outside world... There is no ritual protection of Huan Gong here, and the world is constantly being eroded by the power of the Outer Gods. I must be careful and not expose my existence for the time being.'
He had just used his power and utilized the crystal that was parasitic on the boy to allow him to open a "Quantum Thinking Experience Card" of one ten-thousandth degree, and instantly comprehend the so-called "Black Horn Swordsmanship".
This was a test by Chen Lun.
As a result, he found that, whether it was because the two continents were too far apart or for some other reason, his previous attempt 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 secretly intervene in some things, but because of the long distance, the power he can transmit is limited.
In addition, Neil's body is too fragile to bear too much force.
Chen Lun secretly planned to use the boy's body as a "probe" to explore the outer continent and provide himself with enough information and intelligence.
So before that, you might as well give him a hand.
At the very least, you must have sufficient strength.
