Mount and Blade

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Inside Burns Castle.

Trunks placed Green in his room and asked his maids to change Green's clothes and treat his wounds. The old butler McGill also came to take over. He was old and had a light sleep. He woke up at night when he felt the dawn. He heard the busy noise in the lord's bedroom and rushed over.

"... Leave it to me, sir."

"Well, take good care of him. Thank you for your hard work, McGill."

"I am honored to serve you."

Trunks handed Green to the old butler who was always considerate in taking care of guests. He was relieved and then looked at Seranti with a dark look. He didn't understand why his friend concealed the child's real name.

This feeling of being deceived was not good. Trunks walked out of the room first.

Seranti: "............"

After hesitating for a moment, he followed Trunks' footsteps. It seemed that he was dragging him down every time. The distance of only three steps seemed so far away at this moment.

At this time, Green, who was bandaged and washed on the bed, was running a high fever and frowning. The maids around him were busy holding wet towels back and forth to lower Green's body temperature.

And Green's sea of ​​consciousness was being forcibly infused with those subtle memories, and the degree of integration with Pendor was gradually strengthened. The soul took root and grew here.

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[Memory reading...about to enter the docking point...]

Your father never told you about your mother, and his past seemed to be very secretive. You grew up in a slum on the coast of Barkley and received almost no "orthodox" education, but your father taught you how to protect yourself and how to identify and avoid danger since you were a child.

When you were a little older, he began to teach you about herbs, poisons and antidotes, as well as how to keep the wounded alive and recover.

He never intervened when you had disputes with street thugs, insisting that you should win your own battles. He often left for long periods of time, never explaining where he was going, or when he would be back.

You raised yourself, sometimes resorting to petty theft to survive. Nevertheless, these hard times made you familiar with the streets, the secrets of the city and the dark alleys.

In your teenage years, you had little free time because your father...

[System testing...]

[Due to recent events, you will be directly transferred to...]

Because your father - arranged for you to be a servant of a Barkley noble. (Strength +1, Charm +1, Power +1, Persuasion +1)

[Attribute summary in progress...]

[Character: Green [Servant]

Age: 7 years old

Level: Level 20 (Experience required for the next stage 83120/90809)

HP: 64/64

Strength: 16+5+2 [Has obtained the mark of Beligat, Strength +5, obtained the blessing of Astalia, Strength +2, Unlocked ability: Dragon Flame *1 level. 】

Agility: 10+2 [Completed Kadi's special training, Agility +2]

Intelligence: 11

Charisma: 11

Character skills: Iron Bones +3, Power Attack +3+1 [Servant +1 Power Attack], Power Throw +2, Weapon Mastery +3, Running +3, Riding +2, Looting +2, Coaching +2, Tactics +2, Guide +2, Item Management +3, Healing +3, Surgery +3, First Aid +2, Persuasion +2+1 [Servant +1 Persuasion], Prisoner Management +2, Command +2, Trading +2.

Weapon proficiency: One-handed weapon: 125+30 [Kadi's special training +30], two-handed weapon: 175, long-pole weapon: 118, bow and arrow: 104, crossbow: 107, throwing: 116

[System guardian spirit awakened, real name: Golden Red Beligate (larvae stage), mastered abilities: [Space Access]*6, [Regular Physical Death Immunity], [Soul Protection]*20 levels, [Key to the World of Pendor], [Dragon Flame]*1 level, [Magic Resistance]*20 levels (racial characteristics)]

[Summary completed, Beligate feels the goddess' blessing and will digest the divine power she bestows. The host will fall asleep synchronously. Analysis completed, system in hibernation...]

The soul consciousness seemed to be trapped in a canvas of gunpowder between the gods. It was a forgotten story about the reason why order is weakening... and the awakening of evil forces.

............

The sound of Trunks' leather boots stepping on the bricks of the castle echoed quietly in the corridor. He pushed open the glass window at the end of the corridor. Somehow, his chest always felt a little stuffy. He took a deep breath, and finally it turned into a sigh. He said nothing, but it seemed to say everything.

"Trunks..."

Seranti didn't know what to say for a while, even though he didn't intend to hide it from him, but had to.

"I know this is not what you want. You don't want to tell me the truth, but at least I have to know something." Trunks thought of the words and revelations of the goddess, and turned to look at his former friend and confidant.

Seranti breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have to hide it from him. It was just because he didn't want him to know too much and cause unnecessary trouble. If he didn't know anything, it might be less according to his temperament. There are a lot of troubles, after all, it would be better if the real troubles were solved by oneself.

"Then I hope you can keep it a secret for me..."

"...Of course." Trunks was still the same as before, his amber eyes showing determination, which also meant that he would definitely keep his promise.

"That was the time after I was separated from you..." Seranti silently recounted the mysterious prophecies and ancient legends about the child. As for what happened to him during this period, he did not mention a word. That should be a pretty unpleasant experience.

"Now... I think I would rather see a peaceful world, a world where elves and humans can coexist peacefully, so that those mixed-race people with tragic life experiences are no longer discriminated against."

Seranti looked at the scenery outside from the window. The moonlight was very beautiful, and the streets and roads below were also covered with a layer of silvery frost and snow by the moonlight. However, no matter how good the scenery and the cold wind were, they could not dissipate her heart. The haze, maybe I still have some hatred in my heart.

He hates all the injustices in this world, and even his mother despises his own identity.