Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"My Lord, something bad has happened. Lord Dorit has offended a big shot and needs you to deal with him."

"Damn it."

Akate cursed, kicked the soldier who reported the news away, left the tent and walked out of the camp.

The pale-faced noble glanced at the cloth swordsman and left the tent.

"My Lord, I don't know what you are doing here." Akate came outside the tent, looked at the people in front of him, lowered his posture, and said humbly.

"I have a person, or a slave, in your camp."

Welin glanced at the viscount in front of him. His strength was average, only high-level silver, reaching the threshold of the viscount, but his foundation was unstable and his face was old. He used other methods to forcibly raise his strength, and the upper limit was like this.

"Please wait a moment, I will bring the person to you now."

Smart people don't need it. Although Akate's own strength is insufficient, his ability to observe words and expressions is indeed not bad at all. He apologized and returned to the camp.

After entering the tent, Akate's face instantly turned gloomy. Looking at his illegitimate son, he hated why he didn't strangle him to death.

The commoner swordsman met his father's eyes without fear.

His mother was just an ordinary human woman who died of illness when he was fifteen years old. From that moment on, he had no worries and the last bit of nostalgia for the Anlit family also dissipated.

In the next ten years, he became a marginal figure in the Anlit territory with his taciturn and withdrawn appearance.

Why did he sell himself in the commercial camp for a high price of 10,000 gold coins as a commodity? It was all because of an adventure ten years ago.

After burying his mother, he met an ascetic monk of the Dawn Church in a daze. The other party not only taught him a set of warrior breathing and exercise methods, but also left him a prophecy, a prophecy that could change his own destiny.

[In the dwarven territory, at the center of the commercial camp, at dusk, offer yourself as an item and offer 10,000 gold coins. When someone takes out this money without hesitation, the shackles on you will be removed, and your fate will begin to turn again. May my God protect you. ]

"Follow me."

The cloth-clad swordsman heard this, holding the sword in his left hand and the package in his right hand, followed Viscount Acart and left the tent.

Outside the camp, Weilin looked at the "slave" he had just bought and appeared in front of him. His eyes fluctuated a little, and he nodded to Kyle.

Seeing this, Kyle stepped forward and said, "Viscount Acart, control your subordinates in the future, otherwise my master doesn't mind letting you go to the front line."

"Your advice will be remembered by the Anlit family." Acart saluted with his chest and answered loudly.

Others followed their families, bowed and saluted, their faces full of fear, and they did not dare to have any resentment in their hearts.

It was not until Weilin and his group disappeared from sight that Akate stood up, clenched his fists, and then put them down helplessly.

"Father, that illegitimate child..."

"Okay, from now on, there will be no son named Britt in the Anlit family, and there will never be any illegitimate children."

"Yes, father."

The pale noble was a little unwilling, but he did not dare to disobey his father's order.

"Dorit, from now on, you will no longer be the captain of the patrol team, go and guard the tent." Akate's face was gloomy, staring at his cousin, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes... yes, cousin... cousin."

The middle-aged noble left the place quickly as if he had been pardoned.

...

On the way back to the barracks, Weilin learned the ins and outs of the matter from the commoner swordsman.

However, the commoner swordsman chose to conceal the prophecy and the content of the language and did not tell it.

"Your life will start anew, so there is no need to continue using your original name and surname."

"Please name me, Master."

The commoner swordsman was very straightforward. Since he had to break away from the past, he would break away completely.

Ten thousand gold coins were enough to repay the grace of the Anlit family for raising him.

There were only two people he owed. One was the ascetic monk of the Dawn Church who had taught him, and the other was the master who broke the shackles of his fate.

"Kyle, I leave it to you."

Welin acted as a hands-off shopkeeper and handed the commoner swordsman to his servant.

Kyle looked him up and down, stretched out his hand on the commoner swordsman's shoulder, and sent a trace of angelic power into his body.

The angel's power and the devil's breath collided with each other, causing black words to appear on the commoner swordsman's face, with extremely strange power. If it weren't for Kyle's protection, the spirits of others, including Weilin, would be polluted by the black words.

After more than ten years of companionship, Weilin was no longer surprised by anything that happened to Kyle.

"Hold on."

The healing voice soothed the restless soul of the commoner swordsman, just like returning to the arms of his mother, so warm and nostalgic.

Ten minutes later, the black text on the commoner swordsman gradually dissipated, and the blank part was replaced by runes full of light, slowly blending into his soul.

Under Weilin's perception, the strength of the commoner swordsman climbed step by step, from the low silver level to the middle silver level, and finally stopped at the high silver level.

Black and white intertwined, and finally formed gray runes, which merged into the soul of the commoner swordsman.

After waiting for all this to be completed, Weilin looked at Kyle, his eyes full of curiosity.

Kyle saw this and explained, "My Lord, his soul is tainted with the breath of the devil. If everything goes well, he can be transferred to a variant of the swordsman profession - the devil swordsman. After his subordinates injected the power of light to neutralize the devil's breath in his soul, his path has changed and evolved into a new profession called the black and white swordsman."

"What's so strange about the black and white swordsman?" Weilin asked curiously, touching his chin.

"The black and white swordsman can use the power of darkness and light at the same time. His blood also contains extraordinary power. The offspring born can become black swordsmen, white swordsmen, or black and white swordsmen."

"So, he is similar to those dragon descendants, descendants of Titans and other alien humans. Their offspring are born to embark on the path of extraordinary."

"Yes." Kyle nodded and continued to add, "Since he relied on my power to complete the evolution of his bloodline, in a sense, he can also be regarded as my dependent."

"In that case, he will be in charge of you." Weilin made a decision in his heart and said to Kyle.

"Yes."

Kyle did not refuse and accepted the task.

Half an hour later, the cloth-clad swordsman opened his eyes, knelt on his knees, bowed to Weilin, and finally turned to Kyle and bowed again.