Verdict of Fate

Chapter I

As soon as the sky brightened, the boy, Roy, led the horse as usual, leading his dog, Oliver, to the horse farm outside the castle.

"Good morning, Aunt Mary."

The city of Rabel had a pleasant climate and a natural haven. It was one of the most famous seafood areas and trading centres in the southern part of the empire. The people coming from the north and south gathered here to trade, making this X City more prosperous and bustling than any other large city.

Roy was an x in Lord Brabel's castle, sixteen years old.

He was not a native of La Belle. Five years ago, he had followed his eccentric and eccentric grandfather William here and built a small house in the forest northeast of the town.

After a period of contact, people liked this guy with a big round head, beautiful blue eyes and a black curly X-boy.

Royce was honest and introverted, easily shy, and always had a muddled expression on his face, which made him look a little dazed. However, everyone liked his silly and adorable appearance. Especially the people in the city, who couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face when they saw him. Intimately calling him stupid.

Although it was a little slow, Roy worked hard, and his thin body seemed to have an inexhaustible amount of strength in it. When you do something wrong and get scolded, you don't argue and lie and shirk responsibility like other kids. And he was naive and simple and warm-hearted. Everyone in Rabel could order him around.

"Roy, go to the port and buy me a fish."

"Roy, help me pull the bucket up."

"Roy, hold the dog, don't let him steal my sausage! Help me deliver this tray to the guests at that table. "

"Roy, help me hold the horse."

"Roy!"

This kind of shout filled the entire X City. On the side of the road, people would often see a big-headed boy standing in front of the tavern door, leading Sergeant Hanson's horse, or helping the old Maxim to carry a bucket from the well.

Whenever this happened, people passing by Roy would reach out to him for his darkness.

After spending so much time with Royce, everyone knew that it was okay to be pinched in the face, but being pinched in the head was something that the big-headed boy was not happy with.

Each time, he would blush and shake his big head, trying to smooth it off with his hands. If you meet a curled up roll, you'll also get a little bit of water on it to straighten it out.

Then people would laugh.

A few mischievous girls and old ladies would always rush over and destroy the model of this guy that had to put in so much effort.

People liked Roy, and at the same time, they felt sorry for this simple and cute young man.

Roy was an orphan who had lost both of his parents. Other than his grandfather, William, he had no other relatives.

The bad thing was, although this big-headed boy worked hard, because of his body's weakness, he was unable to cultivate his battle-qi. He would never be able to realize his dream of becoming a Knight.

The Avalon continent was a world where knights were revered.

Long before the Endwar between the humans and the demons, the knights had used their powerful fighting strength and the overwhelming impact of their armies to become the main characters of the war.

When humans were driven from the east by the demons to the [Land of Redemption] in the west of the Broken Sky Mountain Range, the spread of battle qi and martial skills made Knights become powerful weapons for the humans.

Two hundred years ago, Kaiser, the Emperor of the Roman Empire, officially bestowed his title as Knight, marking the moment when Knights were separated from other combat occupations, and became the core of human society, as well as the symbol of nobility, power and wealth!

Every noble, including the Emperor of the Empire, was proud of their status as Knights. Not only did commoners regard becoming Knights as the only way to enter the upper class, but even noble disciples who were born without any worries about food or drinks had to be qualified to continue their family business after becoming a true Knight.

From this, it could be seen how much of a fatal attraction it was for the children of this world to become a knight. Tens of thousands of boys entered the lords' castle or knight school, trained in martial arts and combat power, and worked hard to become a noble knight.

However, not everyone could rely on hard work to become a knight.

The requirements to become a knight were very harsh. In addition to the money needed to buy war horses, armors, weapons, and the recruitment of retainers, there was also the status of a noble or knight from a family.

An important and indispensable requirement for a Knight was that they had to possess a powerful martial skill, train their battle qi, and condense the [Battle Ring]!

A battle ring was a battle qi training ring. After reaching the first stage, it would be outside the body and automatically condense into a halo under the feet of a Knight.

Only Knights with battle rings could truly use battle qi, greatly increasing their strength or speed in battle. They could also condense their battle qi onto their armor and weapons, or even form their own battle qi to attack.

The number and intensity of battle rings directly determined a knight's strength.

If he did not have a complete battle ring, even if he rode on a dragon and wore expensive Heavenly Marks Armour and carried the spear that the Heavenly Emperor bestowed upon him, he would only be a cavalry soldier.

Although money and identity were hard to come by, it was not an insurmountable obstacle. However, apart from talent and cultivation, the Battle Ring couldn't be obtained through any other means.

The unfortunate thing is that

Roy was someone who couldn't train his battle qi and didn't even want to be a cavalry soldier.

After the final battle, the secret battle-qi mental cultivation method had long since become widespread. Just by looking for a random weapon shop in a bookstore, he would be able to purchase a few dozen ordinary battle qi mental cultivation manuals.

However, to Roy, these mental cultivation methods were useless. No matter what kind of battle qi he trained in, no matter what kind of element it was, it would not be able to survive in his body.

Royce himself did not know how many times he had started to cultivate, filled with anticipation. After another round of cultivation, he fell from the clouds into the abyss.

He could sense the Origin Power that came from the first nebula in the earth and sky, and it could also allow battle qi to flow along the meridians in the body and expand. However, as long as he stopped, the source energy that he had just generated would disappear without a trace. Not a single strand of it could be left behind.

Without Origin Energy, it was impossible to generate battle qi, and it was also impossible to enrich the vital energy and blood to train the muscles and bones. There was no way to communicate with the spirit and form a battle ring!

Thus, in the city of La Belle, Roy, whom adults liked, had two other nicknames among his peers.

Stupid!

Trash!

A word or two, two a day. At noon and at night, respectively.

One word, one day, one day.

The story began. The votes of the brothers and sisters from the bandit groups were all up!

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