Every era had a legend that belonged to it, and behind every legend was a famous hero. This story happened before the Black Dragon attacked the capital of Kelandil, and it was the story of the King of the Northland.
The protagonist of our story was Gravel, born in a declining noble family in the Northland of the Empire. His father was addicted to gambling and whoring, and ruined the family property and fief left behind by his ancestors. In Gravel's generation, the family property left behind by his ancestors was only an ancient two-handed sword and a swallow-tailed flag that symbolized the status of a trainee knight. It was a black eagle flag with black edges and white background, and it was once the symbol of Gravel's family's glory.
Gravel's mother couldn't stand her husband's rudeness and lack of ambition, so she remarried to someone else. Gravel felt that his life was terrible, and he began to give up on himself. He had also become like his father, wasting his time in a muddle-headed manner.
All these changes began on the day of Gravel's father's funeral …
When Gravel was ten years old, his father accidentally fell into a deep ditch on his way home due to drinking and died.
On the day of his father's funeral, many people came to the house.
Among them were Gravel's relatives, creditors who came to collect debts, and even the owner of the bar that his father frequented came. With so many people coming at once, Gravel was at a loss.
In this way, his father was buried amidst the not-so-sincere tears of the crowd.
When his father died, the few things left in the house were quickly taken away by the people who came to attend the funeral. Under Gravel's desperate protection, the two-handed sword and the family's flag were not taken away.
In fact, Gravel had mixed feelings about his father's death. Although his father didn't do much as a father, he was still his biological father. Facing his father's cold body, Gravel cried alone. He asked the almighty God, why was his life so full of misfortune? His father's death made Gravel feel that he could no longer waste his time like this, because his father's end was a living example.
So he made up his mind to leave home and become an apprentice to a merchant. Due to Gravel's outstanding performance, the merchant recommended Gravel to a knight as a squire. One had to know that in the German Empire, the status of a knight was extremely noble. Being able to become a knight was something that every boy yearned for.
In addition to the daily work, Gravel also learned a lot from this knight. Later on, this knight unfortunately died in battle, and the knight's property became someone else's.
Gravel had no choice but to take the sword and flag and leave this sad place. Gravel was already eighteen years old. It had been eight years since his father passed away.
Now, Gravel was once again left with nothing. The only things that accompanied him were the sword and the flag.
Right now, the entire Empire was a place where danger and opportunity coexisted. Many people became rich overnight, but even more people had their families broken up and their families broken up.
Gravel boarded a cargo ship headed to the southern part of the Empire.
The cargo ship finally docked at the port. Thanks to the heavens, Gravel didn't encounter any pirates along the way.
After getting off the ship, Gravel saw a few overseers at the dock using whips to whip the slaves who were moving the goods onto the ship.
Gravel couldn't stand this kind of practice, because he felt that all people were born equal. But he knew that he was a newcomer, and it was better to avoid trouble. Besides, he had no power or influence, and couldn't be of much help.
But fate was so coincidental. A thin and weak slave tried to escape, and ran towards Gravel.
Gravel watched as the slave was caught by the overseer in front of him. The overseer went up and beat him without saying a word.
"Bah, a piece of trash like you wants to escape. Cheap life." After the overseer scolded, he gave the slave a hard kick.
"Is there really a difference between a person's life and a person's?" Gravel scolded himself in his heart.
"Enough." Gravel said loudly to the overseer.
The passers-by all looked at Gravel, and after a few seconds, they went back to their own business. They might have been used to this kind of life where the strong preyed on the weak, and 'numbness' became their true portrayal.
At this time, the overseer looked at the young man in front of him.
"Hey, kid. You'd better mind your own business, and watch your head! This is my master's slave, and we can do whatever we want. What can you do? "
The overseer said in a threatening tone, and at the same time, he gave the slave two more kicks.
"But he's not your slave anymore."
Gravel threw a bulging money bag to the overseer. There were a hundred silver dragon coins in the bag, and it was all Gravel had saved up when he was a retainer for a knight for several years. At that time, an ordinary family's monthly income was only about thirty silver dragon coins.
Originally, Gravel wanted to use the money to do some small business, but it seemed that his plan was ruined. Sometimes, it was not easy to be a good person, and there was a price to be paid for being a good person.
The overseer took the money bag, and carefully looked at Gravel. Looking at Gravel's clothes and temperament, he did not look like a child from an ordinary family. In fact, everything that Gravel had was inherited from the knight who died in battle. Moreover, some of his thoughts were instilled in Gravel by the knight.
"The strong exist to protect the weak. The weak have to work hard to become strong, to protect the weak. Do not bully the weak, bully the weak and fear the strong. This is the true meaning of a knight's spirit! "This was what the knight who died in battle often taught Gravel.
The overseer was afraid of offending Gravel. If he was the young master of a prominent noble family, it would be difficult to deal with him. On the other hand, the money that Gravel gave him was enough for the overseer to buy two or three slaves.
"Alright, stinky kid. Today, I'll give this young master some face and let you go. "The overseer pointed at the slave and said.
The slave looked at Gravel with tears of gratitude, and for a moment, he did not know how to express his gratitude. This disturbance came to an end.
Gravel went from the dock to a nearby hotel, and the slave dragged his bruised body and followed Gravel.
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