"Alright, I'll call you father for now. Tell me, what kind of world is this? What the f * ck did I come here to do?! "
"I think I've already told you in your dream." The gentle voice did not waver.
"No! That's too general, too stupid! I've felt your power, your power is enough to purify the entire world! What did you bring me here for? I need you to tell me in person! In person! " Laing's face turned red as he roared in the direction of the golden glow, "I don't want to play a game of a hero fighting against an evil dragon with you! I just want to go home! Go back to that place and continue my life as an office worker! "
"You can't go back, and I can't go back either. We're all trapped here." The gentle voice sounded, and there seemed to be pity in it, "Ever since you appeared in front of me, there are only two endings waiting for you. One is to be torn to pieces in the spatial storm, or become a delicious meal for the evil gods. And you're very lucky, you're the second."
"Haven't you been sitting on that golden toilet, enjoying the worship of the people? Father? Now you're not willing to come out and see your new son? " Laing suddenly laughed, his face was full of mockery, without a shred of respect for his father.
"The rotten corpse on the golden throne is just a shackle that imprisons me, my son." The golden figure slowly approached.
This was a man with an unparalleled majesty and a stalwart body. His height seemed to exceed the limits of a human, conservatively estimated to be more than 2.8 meters. His black hair that was parted in the middle swayed along with the golden light, and was held in place by a laurel-shaped headband.
He was wearing a set of golden armor, and a golden falcon was spreading its wings in front of the armor. The armor was made of an unknown golden metal, and complex feather patterns covered his entire body and extended to the falcon statue on his right shoulder. The man held a huge sword that burned with golden flames, and behind his head, there was also a falcon statue. This statue was behind the armor, rising from the back of his head and staring coldly ahead.
"Yes, yes, yes, father. You can sit on the toilet and quietly watch the people, but what about me? I was dragged to this place by you, and you gave me some of your power, but I have to deal with an enemy thousands of times stronger than me! " Laing looked at the black-haired man unhappily and said, "Other than the genes and sword you gave me, I have nothing. But you tell me that this is my destiny?!"
"This is your fate, my son. It seems that you have done well for the past twenty years." The expression on the black-haired man's face did not change. His gentle tone sounded more like a lie. "You are different from the other brothers. You can get much less from me."
"Then what should I do next? You know this world. You know how conservative this set of ancient inheritance laws is. Who knows if I can become a count when the time comes? " Laing paced back and forth beside the black-haired man. His tone was fast and urgent. "But I have to act within the rules because I'm your son!"
"No, my son. You still don't understand what your duty is." The black-haired man turned around and looked at Laing who had walked behind him. "If you use violence, then when you crown yourself, it will also be the time you fall. The corruption of Chaos is everywhere … My son, you need to use a more intelligent method."
"Bloody conquests only please and make them stronger." Laing seemed to have recovered from his previous anger. He sneered. "Ha, father, I've always been thinking, why don't you give me a system?"
"System?" The tall figure was a little confused. "I can't send those things to your hands, my son. My body has already decayed."
"No, what I mean is, just like those transmigration novels, father, you shouldn't show up on your own initiative and give me a system. The system will constantly give me missions, and then I will receive the power you give me by completing your missions. Unlike now, you've only given me a seed and I have to rely on myself for everything! "Laing's face showed faint dissatisfaction.
"I've not only given you my seed, I've also given you a world of freedom, my son, Laing." The black-haired man seemed to understand what Laing was talking about. "I don't understand why you would have such a request. If that's the case, won't you be like a puppet in my hands? Between running for your life and achieving your goal, you will lose yourself and gradually lose your heart."
"My heart?" Laing was confused.
"When you're used to following orders, when you're used to completing my missions as your life's goal, when you're used to treating my will as your own, you will also lose yourself." The tall figure swayed slightly. For the first time, there was an expression on his face. There was a trace of sadness. "My eldest son, your brother, he's like that. When Chaos made him believe that everything he experienced was just a lie made up by me, it completely crushed his will. From then on, he became a believer of Chaos and caused the most terrible rebellion ever. That has always been the pride of Chaos."
"This allowed me to learn a lot from it, Laing, my son. Only when you grow up, only when you learn how to resist and resist the temptation of Chaos, can you maintain yourself under its temptation." The black-haired man's body was like a solid golden glow pouring into Laing's mindscape. He strode closer as if he wanted to touch Laing's head, but in the end, he did not reach out his hand. He only continued to say, "When you become dependent on me, or the system you speak of, then one day, a small accident or a deliberate conspiracy will cause you to be unable to contact me. You'll discover that what the system has been telling you is just a pure scam. The result of half your life's work is just a big show of deception, then …"
"Then my world will collapse. I'll instinctively think that you, father, are the mastermind behind everything. My rationality and calmness will be buried by anger and madness. I'll very likely fall into the embrace of Chaos like some of my brothers." Laing frowned and walked towards his father face to face. However, he brushed past him and walked behind him. "But I'm still alone. I can't get your guidance. I don't have any help. I don't have any brothers, I don't have an army of my own. I don't even have a territory of my own. How am I going to fight against the power that can devour the world?"
"But you have time, my son. With the efforts of the saviors, although the next invasion won't be too far away, it won't happen immediately. You still have a lot of time to build your own forces and build your own army." The golden figure turned around and smiled faintly for the first time. "Fortunately, my plan is very successful. From the looks of it, Chaos hasn't found any trace of you. You can …"
"Yes, isn't that like an order from a great creator to his creation? Father, I am me, you are you. I'm your son, but not your servant. You don't have love. I'm the sword in your hand, not the son you love. You gave me genes and a new life, but you expect me to repay it with my life. "Laing rudely interrupted the black-haired man.
The black-haired man fell silent. His face changed and became as cold as the coldest void in the universe. "I have no other choice."
"Yes, I have no other choice. So I can only call you father." Laing laughed self-deprecatingly.
In the golden light, father and son stood facing each other silently.
"You can only rely on yourself for everything, my son. The only thing I can do is to continue watching over you from the cold void, in this dark age …" The black-haired man spoke in a low voice. Then, his voice rose again. "You are not alone, Ryan. You will never walk alone. In this world, there are also people who are full of hope. They radiate the light of greatness, banish evil, and fight against foreign enemies."
"Unite with them. When that day comes, you will face it together." The black-haired man continued to speak. The golden light on his body shone brighter as he spoke. "One person can't do everything. You are weak. You are alone and helpless. This is also part of my plan. Of course, I can let you become the son of a great noble or a royal family. But accompanying it is …"
"The attention and assassination of evil. I heard that the most famous genius of the Empire, the eldest son of the Wittelsbach family, Brück, had shown amazing talent since he was four years old. But when he was nine years old, he was assassinated by the 'eavesdropper', an assassin chosen by Chaos." Laing nodded deeply. He had once complained about his father's choice. But he had to admit that the main reason why he had been growing up smoothly so far was that he had never attracted the attention of Chaos.
Otherwise, he would never have the ability to resist those terrifying Chaos assassins at such a young age.
"So what should I do now?" Laing seemed to be complaining, but also seemed to be seeking approval. He took the initiative to ask the golden figure.
"Going to the south is the right thing to do. You have a plan in your heart for what will happen next. A baby eagle will never learn to fly under wings." On the eagle statue behind the black-haired man, a light flashed. "Well, this meeting ends here."
"Last question, father."
"Speak."
"My fertility, there should be no problem, right?"
"… Probably not."
"That's good."
The tall golden figure slowly disappeared from Laing's mindscape. Finally, the black-haired man added, "Your recent series of brave performances have attracted the attention of Yurick. You will know Yurick's existence … when the time comes."
Yurick, the White Wolf God of War, had personally descended to the mortal world to fight against Chaos. It was said that when Charlemagne was crowned, it was Yurick's chosen one who put the crown on him.
But now, the Empire did not admit or deny this matter. It was just that the White Wolf God of War's teachings that emphasized too much competition and cruelty did not suit the needs of the Empire. Compared to the time when the Empire was founded, the White Wolf Church was somewhat dispirited, but it could still be considered a large church.
"I understand." Laing nodded. Whether he liked it or not, the appearance of his father had greatly reduced the pressure on him.
In fact, he knew why his father could not help him. Although this was only the first time they met face to face, his father had visited him many times in his dreams before this. He already knew what his next task was.
But knowing was one thing, dissatisfaction had to be vented. Sometimes, Laing felt that the world was a large prison. Only after knowing that his father had no other choice did Laing feel better.
Opening his door, Laing's pupils suddenly shrank. The half-elf was standing at the door, looking at him with a complicated expression. "Was that … an oracle?"
"Please don't eavesdrop on other people's conversations, Mr. Astaire." Laing complained helplessly, but he was in a good mood now, so he was happy to say a few more words. "You can say that."
"Faith makes us strong. I've seen your skills, Mr. Laing. Let me introduce myself again. I'm Astaire Liefeng from San Lorenzo Forest, and I believe in the Lord of the Phoenix." The half-elf took the initiative to reach out his right hand.
"Hello, I'm 'Sledgehammer' Laing. I'm sure you already know." Laing also reached out his hand.
Since the half-elf took the initiative to reconcile, Laing did not have any reason to continue. The virtues of a knight were humility and politeness.
"I'm glad you've reached an agreement, but I might have to interrupt your conversation," Oliver said with a smile. Oliver approached them with a smile on his face. "The banquet tonight is about to begin. My two friends, you can talk on the way."
"How long have I been in there?" Laing suddenly realized that he had spent a lot of time talking to his father.
"A little more than an hour, Mr. Laing. The banquet is about to begin." The other merchant, Martz, also walked up. He had already changed into a suit. Compared to Olivier's tight buttons due to his fat body, Martz was slimmer, which made his suit look more fitting. "If there's anything, we can talk about it on the way."
"Okay, I'll change later." Laing quickly changed into a clean set of clothes, and the four of them left the inn together.
Only the two merchants and the Half-Elf received the invitation. Leon didn't know how the Half-Elf received the invitation, but he thought that it wouldn't be difficult for the elegant and handsome Half-Elf to get an invitation to this kind of country lord's banquet.
"How's the progress, Mr. Oliver?" Mister Oliver? "Leon sat on his tall horse and smiled at Oliver.
"There's been some progress. We plan to have a few caravans unite and hire a few mercenary groups that stay in this town." Oliver nodded. The other merchant, Martz, also indicated that he was a participant in the plan.
"I've seen Birger. His Grey Blade mercenary group is quite strong. If they encounter ordinary bandits, it won't be a problem." The half-elf was elegant. He flipped his golden hair and nodded. "Even if they encounter a powerful enemy, it's not like they don't have the strength to fight."
"Can his mercenary group compare to a Nord infantry company?" Laing's interest was piqued.
A standard Nord infantry company had one knight, five cavalrymen, and twenty-five to eighty footmen.
"Not as good as them."
"Mr. Laing, it's hard to get any results from our discussion. You'll know when we get there." Oliver smiled.
"That's true. Let's go!" Laing stopped talking.
"Go."
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