Laurist scoffed at the idea of awakening combat energy through bloodlines. He felt that the current research on combat energy had gone astray. Just like the Confucian school in his previous life, it was good at the beginning. Cultivating one's moral character, family, and peace were the norm. These historical researchers of Galinthea were the same. They blindly catered to the preferences of the nobles and talked nonsense about noble bloodlines. They constantly promoted the necessity and rationality of the nobles being superior.
This was a pain in the ass. If the so-called origin of combat energy and the historical records of the magic civilization were true, then these sword gods and sword saints who left behind noble bloodlines were just cannon fodder created by the magicians. Thinking about the legends of the war between the magicians and the gods, there was one sword god army after another entering the battlefield. How many people were there in a single army? At least twenty thousand. Even sword saints could only do logistics and transport work. Thinking about it this way, how could the bloodlines left behind by these cannon fodder be considered noble?
Even though the original owner of this body was a noble, in his previous world, the concept of equality between all living things and nobles made it impossible for the current Laurist to realize the difference between nobles and commoners in this world. In his heart, he was still that forty-year-old commoner who was busy taking care of his family's small handicrafts factory.
He had just drunk a little too much at a gathering with his old comrades. How did he wake up and become Norton Laurist? The original handicraft factory's director was terrified. Fortunately, he had taken over the body of the heavily injured young noble. There were still two months for him to inherit the body's original owner's memories and let his imagination run wild in bed. With the original owner's hateful personality, even the caretakers he hired were not willing to pay attention to him, so he did not have to worry about being discovered.
In his previous life, he had been born in a small town in Jiangnan. His family was a large one, and it was a martial arts family. His grandfather was an old Chinese doctor and an expert. He should have entered the realm of internal force. He remembered that there was a square table at home with a round hole the size of a wine cup. When he was young, a red-faced man from Henan came to his house and pestered his grandfather to spar with him. His grandfather set up the banquet and toasted a cup of wine. Then he pressed the empty wine cup down and slowly sank it into the table until it was level with the table. The red-faced man's eyes widened. He did not dare to drink, cupped his fists, and turned to leave.
His father was not in good health, and his second and third uncles were working in other places. His grandfather was very strict with him and his cousins. They were forced to practice martial arts and medicine since they were young. They practiced in the winter and in the summer. In the morning, they memorized the meridians and acupoints, and in the evening, they read medical books and prescriptions. The days were hard, but they were very fulfilling. When he was young, he was so mischievous. Whenever he had some free time, he would bring a few of his cousins to wreak havoc in the town.
It was just that when he was young, he was tired of the unchanging life in the small town and longed for the wonderful world outside. He didn't do well in high school and often got into fights. In the end, he quit school and joined the army.
During his seven years in the army, although he had always been the backbone of the army and had even been promoted to sergeant major, his time as a soldier was not good. What the country needed was peace and stability. They needed to focus on developing the economy. Everything in society was about money. As for soldiers, they had changed from the most lovable people to the most insignificant ones. They could only endure and use their hot blood and youth to silently protect the country. Another round of disarmament began. When he heard that his father was seriously ill, he submitted his discharge report and returned home to inherit his father's small handicraft factory.
From a soldier to a businessman, he had suffered a lot. From crafting handicrafts to imitating antiques, he did everything to earn money. He thought about his grandfather's expectations for him when he was young. He hoped that he would become a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner and inherit the family's medical skills. Later on, he was covered in the stench of money and had a bulging belly. How long had it been since he practiced the ancestral Goldwater Charm? He couldn't remember.
Although he had a family, a wife and a child, bought a luxury car, and built a bungalow, these days made him feel more and more empty. That was why he would reminisce about his days as a soldier when he reunited with his old comrades. For the sake of his lost youth, everyone drank too much, crying and laughing. He didn't even know what he drank. He only knew that he had become Norton Lollister after he woke up.
Looking at the memories of this young noble nicknamed Locke Jr., his family's territory was located in the northern highlands of the Crisen Empire. Although it was a baron's territory, it was very vast. However, most of the territory was barren and wild, and nominally belonged to the Norton family. The population of the territory was not large, only a few thousand. There was a small town and a castle. His family was not rich, and the only source of income was a small copper mine in the entire territory.
The ancestor of the Norton family, who had obtained the title of baron, was originally a jungle hunter. When he was young, he was tricked by a wandering singer and enlisted in the army of the Crisen Empire's founding emperor, Crisen I. He started out as a scout, went through hundreds of battles, and achieved many meritorious deeds. He was deeply trusted by Crisen I. He was promoted from a commoner to a knight.
When the Crisen Empire was established, Crisen I asked his loyal knight what his wish was. The Norton family's founder replied that he wanted to go home and die in his homeland. Looking at the knight who had followed him for half his life, Crisen I couldn't help but sigh. He summoned the minister to take a look at the map. It turned out that the north was a wasteland. So Chrison I waved his pen and conferred the old knight the title of baron. The wasteland in the far north of the empire was designated as the baron's territory. He also gave the new baron a high-grade combat qi manual, Raging Flame Combat Qi, and blessed his knight family to protect the northern border for generations to come.
It had been seven generations since Norton's ancestor was conferred the title of baron to Norton Lollister's father. Locke's father had three brothers. He was the eldest, so he inherited the title and territory. Locke's second uncle, on the other hand, went to the imperial capital to join the Royal Guards. Locke had never seen him since he was young, but he heard that he was doing well. His third uncle was the steward of the family's caravan that sent Locke to Dawn Academy.
In Locke's memory, his mother was a very beautiful and gentle lady. His grandfather was a big merchant. Although he spent a lot of money to buy the title of baron, it was only for the convenience of doing business. He also had a bookworm uncle who wouldn't let go of books all day. His father was very strict, and his brother was only three years older than him. He was a big, reckless, and strong man. Their lives were supposed to be very happy, but when Locke was seven, his mother got pregnant again. After giving birth to his brother, she fell ill and eventually left him.
From being pampered to being neglected, Locke blamed his brother for everything. He felt that his brother was the beginning of all his misfortune. He took away his beloved mother and other people's attention from him. Locke hated his brother from the bottom of his heart.
When Locke started to receive traditional education from the Norton family at the age of thirteen, it only took him a year to awaken impetus. For the first time, he was praised by his strict father. The satisfied little Locke came to the courtyard and saw his brother playing by the well with the maidservant. Suddenly, an evil thought came to him. He strode forward and reached out his hand to push his brother into the well.
He heard the maid's terrified scream, and then there was a mess. Finally, he saw his father's face full of anger. He waved his hand and Locke was slapped in the face. His vision went black and he fainted.
When he woke up again, he was in Locke's small bedroom. Old Steward Kleis looked at Locke resentfully and said that his father had ordered him to be grounded. He was not allowed to leave the room until he decided on his punishment. Before leaving, Steward Kleis told Locke that his brother had been rescued. He was just frightened and soaked in cold water, so he was now sick.
Three days later, his father decided on Locke's punishment. He was to leave the family territory and go to Morent City, which was thousands of miles away to study. He was not allowed to return unless summoned by the family.
Locke's brother, Steward Kleis and Third Uncle all pleaded for Locke, but his father was adamant. He said that in the wild North, the Norton family would not survive if they didn't know how to unite and love their family. Locke's actions chilled everyone's hearts. He could even hurt a five-year-old child, not to mention his own brother. Even if he was spared this time, it would sow the seeds of discord in the Norton family. Hence, Locke had to leave the family territory and be exiled.
The director of the small handicraft factory from another world suddenly found out that he had become a fourteen-year-old child. His fear was self-evident. Two memories flashed in his mind, making him unable to figure out who he was. It wasn't until more than ten days later that he realized that he might have transmigrated, just like what was written in those online novels.
Although he had Locke's memories, the world in front of him was still unfamiliar, especially when his transmigrated body was wrapped up like a mummy. It was difficult for him to move, and he was in pain. He also missed his family from his previous life, so it was common for him to toss and turn in the middle of the night and cry.
Ten days later, the small handicraft factory manager finally accepted the fact that he had transmigrated. From then on, he became Norton Lollister, or Locke Jr. In order to better understand this world, he increased the caretaker's salary and asked the fat freckled woman to read him some history books. These were things that the original owner of this body was not interested in.
The plump caretaker brought him the Galinthea Chronicles. The title of the book shocked Lollister. If a world had ten thousand years of history, the development of the civilization would be incredible. After the caretaker read it, Lollister realised that the so-called ten thousand years of history was actually mixed with myths and legends. Only the last two to three thousand years of history was more reliable.
Legend had it that ten thousand years ago, Galinthea was the world of the elves, and humans were just a small tribe under the elves' rule. The war between the elves and the dragons had already lasted for thousands of years, and humans were often caught in the crossfire under the elves' protection. During the long years of war, a goblin tribe began to rise. They used their wisdom to develop a different magic and mechanical civilization, which helped the elves defeat the dragons.
However, the magic and mechanical civilization that the goblins developed caused great damage to the environment. This caused the nature-loving elves to hate them, and in the end, the two tribes went to war. To everyone's surprise, the elves who swore to teach those lowly gnomes a lesson were utterly defeated by the goblins' magic and mechanical army. In the end, they had no choice but to hand over the throne of Galinthea's ruling tribe to the goblins.
However, the chaotic nature of the goblins had no interest in ruling the continent. What they loved was to think of all kinds of whimsical inventions and creations. After more than a hundred years of chaos and disorder, the Beastmen who originally roamed the Western Wastelands came, bringing with them blood, fire, and slaughter.
In the tide of Beastmen, who ate raw meat and drank blood, the exquisite magic and mechanical army of the goblins with extraordinary combat power was engulfed by the Beastmen's human wave tactics. The goblins were forced to step down.
The Beastmen, who had just become the largest tribe in Galinthea, immediately began their tyrannical, barbaric, and bloody rule, which was successfully resisted by all the other races.
Thus, the war that lasted for hundreds of years began once more. Among all the races that resisted the Beastmen, the humans learned magic and combat skills from the elves, learned engineering, construction, and forging from the dwarves, and learned the manufacturing and trading of armaments from the goblins. They relied on their large population to become the mainstay of the resistance against the Beastmen. When the Beastmen were finally chased back to the Western Wastelands, the humans had already occupied the throne of Galinthea.
What followed was the beginning of the legendary golden age of magic civilization. It lasted for thousands of years, until the Magicians got bored and started a war with the Gods, both sides suffering heavy losses. Finally, the world changed, and the magic elements disappeared, and the End of Days arrived.
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