Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

The red mark seemed very similar to the birthmark on the back of my grandfather's hand.

The more he looked at it, the more similar it was. Weilin was about to walk forward to take a closer look, but suddenly ran into a barrier.

Kyle flashed behind his master, supported him, and relieved the impact.

Weilin stood firm, looking at the shimmering barrier in front of him with lingering fear.

Kyle let go of his hand, stood aside, looked at the barrier, and suggested: "Master, do you want me to try to break this barrier?"

"Forget it, the owner of this place doesn't want us to get close, so let's take a look here. I'm quite curious about my grandfather's childhood." Weilin waved his hand and said to Kyle.

Seeing his master say this, Kyle also extinguished the thought of taking action and watched quietly.

The boy avoided his mother's stick around the well, saw the door of a small courtyard opened, and ran quickly with his pants pulled up.

The strong woman held a stick in her hand and shouted loudly: "Stop right there, you little bastard."

"No."

The boy refused and prepared to enter the yard.

"If you dare to break into someone else's house, I will hang you up and beat you tonight."

Hearing his mother's warning, the boy's movements were half a beat slower, and his tender face was full of hesitation. He looked back at his mother who was angry, and then he went in directly.

The next moment, the scene changed. After a burst of light, the two appeared in the yard.

The boy closed the gate, looked at his mother who left through the gap, breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the gate, and panted heavily.

"I shouldn't have stolen the book and sold it earlier. Now my mother is so angry. If my father knew..."

When he thought of his father's appearance, the boy couldn't help but shudder.

"Child, come here."

"Who... who is talking."

The boy stood up with the wooden door, looked around, and showed a vigilant look.

"Inside the well, inside the well."

The boy followed the voice's instructions, tiptoed to the well, looked up and saw a broken sword floating in the well.

"Who are you?" The boy picked up a stone by the well and asked loudly to give himself courage.

"I am Hemoris. As long as you pick me up from the well, I will give you endless power."

The boy picked up another stone from the ground and asked tentatively: "Power, can you make me a mage?"

"Mage? Not only can I make you a mage, I can also make you the king of this continent, as long as you pick me up from the well."

Welin stood by the well, watching the broken sword in the well bewitching his young grandfather.

Based on the name of Hemoris, Kyle searched for related memories in his mind, his face changed slightly, and all the related information was sealed.

"Taboo event, I don't know what the event is."

Coming back to his senses, Kyle stopped thinking about it and looked carefully at the time and space projection in front of him.

"Hurry, as long as you pick me up, you will become the new king."

Hearing the broken sword's urging, the boy's face became more and more hesitant, wondering if the broken sword was deceiving him.

"As long as you pick me up, you will have everything you want, you will be loved by your mother, loved by your father, and everything you want."

The boy shook his head, threw the stone into the well, and said loudly: "My father said that there is no gift in the world for no reason, you must be deceiving me."

Welin looked at his young grandfather, who could withstand such a huge temptation, which showed the strength of his heart.

Not long after, a silver dragon emerged from the space, glanced at the human beside the well, jumped into the well, and swallowed the broken sword named Hemoris into his stomach.

"Damn it, damn you, you reptile. When I regain my strength, I will kill all of you time bugs. I will come back."

"Burp--"

The silver dragon burped and looked up at the human beside the well. He was a little confused. The other person seemed to be able to see him.

"You can see me."

The boy nodded subconsciously and looked at the strange creature in front of him curiously.

"My father seemed to say that the creatures who can see us are those who are favored by fate."

Listening to the unknown language from the silver dragon, the boy's face was full of doubts.

"Who are you? Did you eat the broken sword that called himself Hemoris just now?" The boy poked the silver dragon's wings with his hand and asked curiously.

"Yes, the remaining consciousness of the demon lord from the abyss has been destroyed by the great space-time dragon Frederick." The silver dragon flew into the sky and looked at the human below with a proud look.

"That's amazing. Can you be my teacher?"

The silver dragonfly waved its wings, rolled its eyes, and said, "It's not impossible to be your teacher, but..."

"But what?" the boy asked impatiently.

The silver dragonfly flew around the boy three times and said, "I haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you when I think about it."

"Okay."

"Oh no, my father is urging me to go back. I have to go first." The silver dragonfly flew into the air, opened a passage, and prepared to get in.

"Teacher, how can I find you?"

The silver dragonfly stopped beside the passage, waved its claws, and said, "I will come to find you on the evening of the 15th of every month."

"Teacher, don't lie to me."

"Got it, got it."

The silver dragonfly waved its claws, entered the passage, and disappeared into the courtyard.

Watching the teacher leave, the boy looked at the well again, hummed the most popular poem in Lakan City, opened the door, and walked towards home.

"My Lord, your grandpa was really big-hearted when he was young." Kyle looked at the boy's back and said.

Hearing this, Weilin couldn't help but nodded and said, "He is really heartless. He will definitely be beaten when he goes back."

As the two chatted, the space changed.

In the forest, a young man was fighting with a child, and the two fought back and forth.

Weilin looked up and recognized that the young man was his grandfather at a glance. He didn't expect that he was quite handsome when he was young.

The child paused for a moment before launching the attack again, saying, "Moravia, we have known each other for more than a hundred years."

The young man raised a magic shield to resist the magic attack from behind, and said calmly, "One hundred and thirteen years, teacher."

"You are almost two hundred years old, don't you have the idea of ​​getting married?"

"I don't want to think about it before I break through the soul."

"It's a pity that your human life span is too short. If you were an elf, you would wait another thousand years, and my sister would be an adult. It would be great for you to marry her then."

"Teacher, you have said this sentence no less than three hundred times. According to my point of view, you are more than six hundred years old, and you are an old guy. Don't say these words."

"Damn it, you traitor, watch me clean up the door today."

The child pretended to be furious and showed his true form, a three-meter-long silver dragon.

Looking at the appearance of his teacher, Moravia shook his head and smiled, waved his hand to form thirty-six magic shields to protect himself.