Chapter 1279: Demon Hunting in the Silent Night (22)
Chapter 1279 Demon Hunting in Silent Night (22)
At first it was dark.
Then there was the noise of people, the sound of a group of young and ignorant teenagers making noise.
Daniel opened his eyes and found himself falling to the ground.
Someone's shoes hit the trainee knight's head heavily, covering half of his face.
What was going on? Daniel was a little confused at first. But then he felt soreness in his lower abdomen, right chest and left shoulder. They seemed to have received several solid punches. His head was not hit by fists.
It was painful, but it must have been seriously injured. It probably hit its forehead when someone knocked it to the ground. To make matters worse, the other party kept stepping on the back of Daniel's head and exerted merciless pressure.
Daniel, who already had a splitting headache, felt that his head might be stepped on at any time.
I understand. I was beaten. I was bullied.
Thinking back to the time when he might have been bullied in his life, it must have been at the training base of the Knights of the North. To be more precise, he was bullied by that specific guy in the virtual world used for simulated training.
Vincent.
"What are you...doing?" Daniel asked in a low voice, his tone full of innocence.
"The routine training has just ended and the instructor is not here. What else do you think I can do?" The blond trainee knight pulled Daniel's hair and picked him up with one hand: "Of course I will [love] you well, you little bitch."
He threw Daniel out, letting him fall heavily to the ground, and then called on a large group of young knight apprentices to attack him. Daniel, who was surrounded, could only curl up and endure the punches and kicks of the young boys.
"For a low-class person like you, it's better to go back and be a farmer or something peacefully, instead of daydreaming about knights." Vincent sneered and said: "With your skills, your family background
, your popularity, you still want to be a regular knight? It’s a joke!”
"never......"
"Let me tell you a fact." The blond young knight trainee ignored Daniel's retort and continued: "There has never been such a thing in history that a guy from a civilian background could become a Silver Knight."
There is some aristocratic blood left in the human body, and it is blood that determines the dividing line between a black iron knight and a silver knight. You may be able to spend a lifetime working hard to become a black iron (regular) knight, but how about promotion? Impossible.
Stop dreaming.
To put it bluntly, the Black Iron Knights are cannon fodder. They walk at the front of the team and are the first to die in battle. Just work hard and be a Black Iron Knight for the rest of your life, acting as a knight like your damn dad.
As cannon fodder, let’s die miserably in the end! In this case, you may be able to obtain a posthumous title after your death, and maybe even get the title of Silver Knight, hahahahaha!”
Daniel did not respond. It should be said that he did not even have room to refute. He also knew very well that most of what the other party said was correct.
Born in poverty, this body is like the mud at the bottom of the earth.
Spend your whole life chasing a dream that can never be achieved, chasing that illusory happiness. Knowing that you don’t have the ability, you still have to pretend to be fat.
His father did this, and his father died.
The son believed that his father was a hero who sacrificed his life generously, and followed in the footsteps of this reckless man. But when Daniel entered the Knights, he discovered that his father's death was actually worthless.
Without any achievements or titles, a Black Iron Knight's basic monthly salary is only three hundred Pantorakin gold coins. A father who joins the Knights in pursuit of his dream earns a monthly salary that covers even his wife and children.
They can't even afford it, so they have to rely on the state's poverty alleviation policy.
When he died in battle, the subsidy he received was only enough to cover burial expenses, leaving no more than a hundred gold coins for Daniel and his mother.
Ridiculous, so ridiculous.
That is a worthless, false life. An imaginary dream that a fool spends his life pursuing.
Therefore, Daniel has repeatedly asked himself whether all this is worth it. Can his dream of becoming a Silver Knight really come true? ---Or, maybe all he has done is just following in the footsteps of his father.
The footsteps of?
Horrible, so terrible.
History is always surprisingly similar. Perhaps the next step will be his turn to die on the battlefield. With extremely poor understanding, clumsiness, and fighting ability far lower than that of his peers, what qualifications does he have to climb higher?
However, he still believes that miracles may really happen. It is like the feeling of buying a lottery ticket and waiting for the draw. As a gambler of fate, people always think that something good will suddenly happen to them.
Until that day.
"This is the maximum tolerance I can give you, take it." The golden knight, Baron Vincent, threw a check to his little servant. His smooth, well-maintained handsome face had a smile on his face.
It looks plain, but also secretly ferocious.
The thin but tough piece of paper lay quietly on the ancient elm table that had been worn by time, waiting for the humble valet to receive it. Daniel quickly skimmed the check. It had a face value of fifty thousand.
A check in gold coins from Great Britain. The amount was neither too much nor too little, just enough for his mother's operation.
"After taking this money, you should leave the Knights of the North. Cure your mother, and then go to the country to live a peaceful life." Baron Vincent said with sadness and contempt on his face in a rather complicated way.
He looked at Daniel with eyes: "Stupid and worthless civilian brat, stop dreaming about being a knight."
"but I------"
"Your father used to be my subordinate. He died because of his own stupidity and arrogance." Baron Vincent's eyes gradually turned cold: "I just don't want to see his son make the same mistakes again."
Daniel was silent for a while.
"To be honest, you are not suitable. Your skills are too poor, your reactions are slow, and there is no noble blood flowing in your body. No matter how much time a commoner spends climbing up, he will never be promoted to a Silver Knight or above."
Baron Vincent once again repeated similar words to his son.
"Positions above Silver Knight are a world of pure blood and only belong to those noble people. No matter how capable and skilled civilians with dirty blood are, they will never be able to become Silver Knights. So you
You can only be a black iron knight and a cannon fodder for the rest of your life, and eventually die miserably like your stupid father. I am compassionate and do not want you to follow your father's old path, do you understand?"
The young apprentice knight was silent for a while. He thought for a long time and finally reached out to the small piece of paper on the table.
"I understand." Daniel agreed in a low voice and picked up the check.
There was a burst of relief on Baron Vincent's face, but this relaxed look only lasted half a second. When Daniel tore the check into pieces with both hands, Golden Knight Vincent's face showed ferocity and embarrassment.
"You are toasting and drinking as punishment." The baron's calm tone hid murderous intent.
"I'm sorry, Lord Baron. I really still want to cure my mother's illness with my own hands." Daniel did not dare to look at the other party's face. He knew that the Baron's expression must be terrifying at this time: "But I appreciate your kindness."
I will work harder to become a regular knight as soon as possible. Maybe one day, if I get lucky and become a Silver Knight, I will definitely return today’s kindness to the Baron tenfold.
My lord, please take your leave."
"Don't run!" The baron's face suddenly changed, and he turned into a demon, with terrifying flames burning all over his body: "You can't run away! Don't think that's the end of it! I will kill you and use everything I have to kill you.
The available connections and resources will drag you down! It will ruin your reputation and make you unable to even become a knight!! Just wait and see!!"
Daniel was stunned for a moment, dumbfounded by the baron's arrogance. With tears in his eyes, he knew that he would never be able to fight these big shots, and he knew how gloomy his future was.
However, a figure appeared behind the apprentice knight boy.
The figure was still vague, and Daniel did not turn his head to see clearly who it was. However, he could feel who it was without looking.
Gradually, relief appeared on the young man's face.
"You can use all your means to prevent me from succeeding, Lord Baron. But you can never make me give up pursuing my dreams."
Daniel replied in a low voice.
"Because there is still one person in this world who believes that I can succeed."
In order to prove everything to those who don't believe he can succeed, and to prove everything to those who believe he can succeed, even if he bites the bullet, even if he is exhausted physically and mentally, even if he is in constant pain and dragging his tattered body, he
Also keep moving forward.
The Baron's illusion disappeared in front of Daniel. The apprentice knight boy turned around and left, only to see a dog-man boy standing in front of him.
"You are finally here." Daniel looked at Husky's phantom and whispered: "Even I don't believe that I can get through it, but you are trusting me. Thank you, Husky."
The phantom of the dog-man boy nodded to the trainee knight boy.
As if he had experienced a long dream, Daniel finally woke up at this moment.
"Is this an illusion created by nightmares?" He looked around. The darkness receded, and the surrounding scenes fell apart, pieced together by his memories. And the collapsing world gradually turned into chaos, with light and shadow.
Swirl between the edges.
"Have I defeated this nightmare, or am I trapped in a dream?" The young trainee knight felt extremely confused.
Logically speaking, when a person realizes that he is dreaming, he should wake up. However, he has not woken up yet, and everything in front of him is still crazy.
The chaos receded, and the world gradually reshaped itself into a new shape. In front of the endless stretches of frozen mountains, a figure appeared impatiently, and said to Daniel before he fully appeared: