Lord: I am in a world of pain, raising a girl

The younger brother's face was distorted, and he said meanly: "You've never had a chance to come back after going to that corrupt place. I'd be sorry if I don't appreciate your expression now."

Field's nails dug deep into his flesh, and because of excessive force, his fists made a crackling sound. He asked coldly: "I didn't provoke you, why are you targeting me?"

"Because you gave me that damned bottle of fighting spirit potion. After I took it, I couldn't break through the first-level knight at all! Everyone called me a waste behind my back, it's all your fault! You must have poisoned me!"

Field was disgusted: "That's because you have a bad talent."

"Hehe, anyway, if you have a lover, I will catch her and let countless homeless people ravage her! Oh, it's a pity that you have no future, bastard!" The younger brother made a smug grimace.

"Fuck! You're a scumbag!" Field was extremely angry. The original owner was a bad nice guy.

Sure enough, doing good things will make enemies for yourself. It's true that repairing bridges and repairing roads will leave no corpses, but killing and arson will bring you a gold belt. These bastards who don't know the rules of propriety and righteousness must be taught a lesson with fists! "You are looking for death!"

A fierce knee strike knocked him back, and Field instantly jumped up and kicked him in the face, kicking his ugly face full of blood.

Everyone was stunned. Field, who had always been an honest man, could be so cruel.

"I hate people threatening me the most."

While the guards didn't react, Field grabbed his brother's golden curly hair and was about to hit the ground.

Suddenly he felt his neck tighten, and his whole body was strangled by the neck and lifted high.

In just a moment, the painful feeling of suffocation immediately made Field feel that death was approaching.

"What are you doing to my lord?" The one who strangled Field was a beautiful woman with long wine-red hair. The most eye-catching thing was the mysterious rune on her forehead.

"The Chosen One?" Field was stunned.

This world has extraordinary power, and the key lies in the Chosen Ones. They are extremely special beings, above fighting spirit and magic, and have all kinds of incredible powers, including fighting, assistance and construction, etc.

The fucking thing is that only women can become the Chosen Ones. Maybe the gods in this world are all women.

Just when Field was about to faint, he felt dizzy, and then his back hurt. It turned out that he was thrown against the wall.

"Hehe, I really don't dare to kill."

"Ah! I'm going to kill you!" The younger brother coughed loudly and drew his waist knife.

Field wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He was no match for the Chosen Ones anyway. Field stopped arguing with them, endured the severe pain, turned around and walked away quickly.

Unexpectedly, the younger brother who had not yet taken office already had the protection of the Chosen Ones, which made Field feel more dangerous.

There was no capital to sit and wait for death, and now he had offended his younger brother. Field knew that he had to take action, otherwise he might be captured by his younger brother tonight and tortured crazily.

"Wait for me to grow up, and then I'll come back and beat you to death." Field lowered his eyes, and the anger in his eyes was not concealed.

There are no cowards under the nine-year compulsory education!

"So, what is this annoying green dot like a fly?" Field pondered the map in front of him, which only he could see, "This appeared on the day of crossing, maybe it has something to do with the lord's talent."

There must be yin and yang, and the "chosen one" corresponds to the "lord". As long as you sign a contract with the chosen one, you can give feedback to each other and grow together.

The lord has a unique talent, which is often related to the contracted chosen one and his own territory. But there are also rare innate talents, that is, there is no territory, no contract with the chosen one, but there is a talent.

The original owner naturally did not have it, but Field, who came through, has this rare talent.

Of course, floaters or cataracts are not ruled out. Everything has to be seen before it can be known. Anyway, it is not far away, in Golden Eagle City.

After simply packing his luggage, the butler had received the gold coins and was waiting for Field with his servants, looking desperate.

Knowing that he was going to the cursed land, the butler wanted to hang himself, but he couldn't go to heaven by committing suicide, so he had to bite the bullet and go to die.

"Let's go." Field was worried and had no mood to comfort his butler.

As soon as he opened the door of the manor, a team of cavalrymen wearing messy armor appeared in his sight. A man wearing a red robe and carrying a long lance walked out of them: "Dear Baron Field, I am the captain of the cavalry, Connor, serving as an escort. I believe we will have a pleasant journey."

"Then I rely on you, Connor."

Field responded politely, but his heart was alarmed.

Although they were escorts, the banditry on the faces of the cavalry team did not give him any sense of security. Field even suspected that he would be killed after leaving the house.To rob money.

Of course, the possibility is not great. Registered knights generally do not commit murder of nobles, which is such a ruinous thing.

Field shrugged: "Maybe it's to supervise me, to supervise me to the execution ground."

"Let's go to Golden Eagle City first. To develop the Night Territory, we need a lot of supplies."

Field planned to see what the green dot was.

As the second largest city in the Ross family's territory, Golden Eagle City has unparalleled commercial power. It was given to Field's second sister. It is said that the annual tax revenue is 600,000 gold coins, which is particularly dazzling compared to Field's pitiful 500 gold coins.

Riding in a carriage, Field spent a whole morning to arrive at this large city covering an area of ​​40 square kilometers.

Unlike modern times, the soldiers guarding the city gate leaned on the city wall casually, telling bad jokes, or scolding and making things difficult for the lower-class people entering the city, and charging high entry fees.

It was not until he saw the cavalry team leading the way in front of Field that an officer suddenly stood up from his chair.

"Move those lowly people's things away quickly. A great man is going to pass by here. Open your eyes, idiots!"

The lazy soldier immediately straightened his back, scolded and drove the civilians and merchants aside, so that the gate was unobstructed, and then saluted Field with a flattering expression.

Although Field was not favored, he was a noble after all, and ordinary people still dared not offend him.

Slowing down the horse, Field followed the direction of the green dot and slowly approached.

The officer at the city gate breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't cause trouble to him, it would be another good day. He continued to let his men collect taxes, and he took two gulps of olive wine and continued to lie on the chair to bask in the sun.

Guided by the green dot, Field came to the slave market in the north of the city.

"Oh! This damn, weird smell of pig grass mixed with feces that makes people's noses sour." Cavalry Captain Connor frowned and kept fanning the air in front of him with his hands, but it didn't help. The stench still penetrated the nose.