The journey of the soul-piercing pawn to the God of Dharma

[Tianyu] It is definitely not easy to follow the path of a knight. Not only do you have to be outstanding in ability, but you also need to be appreciated by a big noble. The best shortcut is to marry the daughter of a noble. With such a marriage, others can safely support you.

This is a pain in the ass, all the benefits are taken by the nobles, and your destiny is controlled by others, which is not a good way.

The feudal system of the Tuvar Empire had the ultimate control over interests. In a society controlled by aristocrats, it was extremely difficult for ordinary people to cross strata.

White chose the stable on the fifth floor and saw a thin red horse. It was skinny and had no fat at all. It looked like it was on the verge of death.

System qualification report:

The quality of a super war horse may be due to the death of his beloved mare in childbirth, and even the foal did not survive. He was heartbroken and has never recovered since then, suffering from mental illness. (can be cured)

Special grade light riding horse (unnamed)

Attributes:

force 20

Speed ​​35 points: (extremely poor status, reduced by 40%)

High intelligence (can learn all war horse skills)

Passionate personality, unyielding retribution

Movement speed: +50%

Physical defense: offset 20% of damage, defend yourself against 200 points of damage

Magic defense: offset damage by 20%, own magic defense by 120%

Exclusive skill: Releases a protective shield when charging, absorbing 5000 points of damage, and the master's attack power increases by 5%.

The special-grade horse obviously has detailed attributes and exclusive skills. If this horse is in such a state, no one will care about it. If it recovers, it will be extremely powerful and walk like the wind. It will definitely be a peerless horse.

It also has magic resistance and defense, making it suitable as a magician's mount. This horse is so rare that White is ecstatic that he finally found the BMW he was looking for.

Without system assistance, you would never find a war horse of such quality, equipped with exclusive skills, capable of physical defense and magic defense, and with very high defense, making it hard to find.

The training skills of a war horse are closely related to intelligence. This horse can directly learn all skills. It is unique in rarity?

"I want this one, I'll take it out!".

"I thought you were proficient in selecting war horses, one by one. How about choosing a sick horse? My child, we can't have this horse. Let's look at other horses! It won't live for a few days."

"No, I won't exchange this horse for anything. Uncle Jon, get out of the way!".

White put the reins on the red horse. The horse was unwilling to bite, grinning, and its legs were ready to kick at any time. It looked very fierce.

"Do you understand human language? I know you are very sad. You will die like this. Come with me and take you out to take good care of yourself. Delicious berries are crunchy. Delicious. Eat well. Cheer up. There are many beautiful mares. Soon there will be many mares around you...".

It was nonsense, and I recalled that when White was a child, the draft horses in the village liked berries. They picked them for free all over the mountains and fields, and fed them to the horses. They loved eating them. As long as they were horses, the taste should be similar.

Sure enough, the red horse was psychic and seemed to be moved. It struggled to stand up. It was so thin that one could almost see its ribs, but it was quite tall. White slowly approached and gently stroked the horse's head.

After another round of painting, he was comforted for more than ten minutes before he successfully put on the reins and carefully led him out of the stable.

The officer at the stable smiled and said: "My child, this horse is not good. It cannot be trained normally at all. Please change it to another one."

"Sir, let me try to cure him. He wants to go on a hunger strike to die. In fact, there is nothing wrong with him. As long as he finds a way to make him eat, he will be cured after a period of time."

"Oh! Do you know anything about horses? Okay, if this horse can be cured, how about a reward of three silver coins?"

"Sir, can you give me some silver coins? He needs to eat good food and take good care of him. Don't worry, it will not delay my daily training."

"Haha, you can buy a second-class war horse for ten silver coins. It looks much better than this one. Now you have to spend money to treat it? The military is absolutely not willing to do it. I don't agree!".

Unable to get the subsidy, White gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll pay for its treatment myself" for the sake of this hidden super war horse.

After completing the formalities, the officer held a recognition ceremony for him without saying much. When naming the red horse, White had an idea and blurted out the name "Red Rabbit".

The young recruit took the sick horse to his tent to rest. The treatment was much better. He had a single tent and brand-new uniforms. The life of an elite cavalryman was no different from that of a nomad.

After deducting expenses in these few months, there are still six silver coins left for personal property.

It turns out that the owner of this body was frugal and dull, and only wanted to save ten silver coins to send home in the hope that his family's life could improve. What a kind and down-to-earth recruit.

Zhuang Mengke had never worried about money, but he didn't expect to be moved to tears by this simple NPC soldier. How difficult is life for the people at the bottom here? It's unimaginable.

These few silver coins must be used on Red Rabbit. There is no training today. I borrowed Uncle Jon's war horse and went to Puting Border City to purchase items. To cure Red Rabbit, some medicines, fresh fruits, etc. are needed.

Cavalry apprentices are also a status symbol. They enjoy the salute of the officers and soldiers at the city gate and look after the horses. White happily goes shopping in the city.

This place is on the border, and some of the villagers were moved here from the empire to colonize and guard the border, so there is a simple way to reach the market, and things are expensive and very poor.

It is not easy for the merchants to come here. The freight for all the goods is not cheap. No matter how good the goods are, ordinary people cannot afford them, forming a vicious circle. Silver coins are simply not enough to spend here.

I bought coarse salt, vegetable oil, ten kilograms of fruits, local products, not expensive, dozens of copper plates, ten kilograms of black beans, two silver coins for a large wok, and a small stone mill. All the materials together cost four A silver coin, this was an investment in which White devoted all his money.

After paying the money and letting the boss tie it up, he went to lead the horse into the city to transport the goods. The man's shopping purpose was clear and his shopping idea was simple. After buying, he left.

Now that he is a pauper, he can no longer think about anything else. The remaining silver coins provide Chitu with fruits every day, and he must wait until the military pay is issued.

When leading the horse into the city to transport goods, I met a strange man, and the system prompted that this man had a magician's association medal on his chest.

This man is tall and thin, and his robe is covered with patches. At first glance, it looks like a magic robe. He looks like a beggar. The robe is washed very clean, and his actions are neither humble nor arrogant.

Although this patched robe is shabby, it can identify him as a magician.

Isn't this just a replica of Kong Yiji? It feels so rare to have such a poor magician. Who among this group is not a person who has no worries about food and clothing? There must be something hidden among them.

Everyone took off their hats and saluted the beggar magician when they saw him, and White was no exception, giving a military salute.

He also immediately stepped forward to deal with the situation, and first made a military salute: "Master Jixiang, I am a cavalry apprentice. If I have something to ask, master, I hope you can give me advice."

"Oh! You're a rough guy, you don't speak rough, tell me! What's the matter?".

"Master, I don't know, I don't know, can I... learn magic!".

"Haha, I'm just a magic apprentice. I failed to advance and have been disabled since then. I can no longer practice magic. I'm afraid this warrior will disappoint you!"

"Master, although you are disabled, your knowledge is still there. All I need is knowledge. Practice depends on yourself. Please teach me, Master!"

This old man, who is about sixty years old, can only work as a magic apprentice in his life. He has long been discouraged. Failure to advance is a common thing, and he considers himself unlucky.

Today I saw a fanatic who wanted to learn magic. I smiled bitterly and wondered if it was possible. But what this guy said is right. He is full of knowledge. Even if he is not a magician, he is still a wise man among the crowd.

Sighing: "Little brother, don't be polite. I don't like to be nosy, and I am not interested in recruiting disciples. Life is just passing by, so I don't have the time to meddle in other people's business. I'm sorry, I have other things to do. Goodbye."

"Thank you, Master. I have no intention of forcing you. I heard that magicians know how to test qualifications, and I want to see if I have any talent. I am the son of a farmer, and I am just cannon fodder on the battlefield. If I want to get rid of my bad luck, I can only think of other ways. I hate the damn war, I don’t want to die, only being a magician can change your life!”.

The master frowned. He was used to seeing the suffering, joys and sorrows in the world. How easy was it to change his destiny?

"What? Do you think magicians are just cannon fodder? You are too naive, have no background, and no protection from the sect. Do you want to change your destiny? You are wishful thinking. Maybe you become a magician and the nightmare has just begun!"

After another psychic attack, Zhuang Mengke really didn't want to live anymore and felt that the future was dark. It's really not easy to become a disciple. At this moment, I can't even get the gifts together, so it's hard for me to succeed. I can only sigh.

[Tianlu] This is not a fairy tale world, but a dark feudal society. The people at the bottom have no chance of making a comeback. This is the truth throughout the ages.

With a sigh, he led his horse into the city to transport the purchased supplies back. He could no longer dream about it. He was not a heaven-sent overlord, but a cannon fodder wandering on the edge of life and death.