Overgod Ascension - 563. Chapter 563

Old Benson had brown curly hair, gleaming blue eyes, slightly wrinkled forehead, and a shrewd look on his face.

He was originally just a tenant farmer in a knight manor, but he liked thinking since he was a child. This desire for a strange world caused him not to peek at the housekeeper’s daughter bathing like other bastards, but to spend time studying. superior.

By the time he was eighteen years old, he could already read a text message in its entirety, which was really something to be proud of.

Old Benson’s parents thought he would become Lord Knight’s attendant or clerk. From then on, there was a decent person in the family, but they didn’t expect that on the day of his 18th birthday, Old Benson directly found the Knight and pledged himself. In exchange for the right to mine a small forest on the east side.

“I only need one year, and I will repay the adult’s 20 Jindelong debts, otherwise I will be branded as a slave!”

He said so at the time that everyone thought Benson was crazy.

But later facts proved that they were all wrong!

The desperate old Benson began to cut down the logs in the forest, then hired carpenters to make all kinds of exquisite furniture, and sold them in Kaiyan City.

This brought him two hundred silver talers. Soon, he used the money to hire a team of miners and began to explore in the forest. Finally, he got a small iron ore.

A year later, he handed over one hundred Jindelongs to Lord Knight and obtained the right to follow-up mining of the minerals.

With this first pot of gold and subsequent donations, the old Benson got rid of poverty and the identity of a tenant farmer at an astonishing speed, became a free citizen, married the daughter of an old housekeeper, and opened a small business.

Up to now, the’Benson’s Black Rose’ grocery store is not only well-known in Kaiyan City, but also extends the business road all the way to Wuthering Castle, the center of the Fengying Plain!

This is also the most proud thing in Benson’s life so far.

“Let the lads hurry up, we have to get to the Howling Castle before sunset!”

He looked at the slow convoy, frowned slightly, and shouted: “In the hotel, there are hot broth, big chunks of oat bread, and soft women… Or do you want to be in the wilderness again? Sleep for one night?”

The power of food and women is endless, and the speed of the convoy speeds up suddenly.

Old Benson sighed helplessly when he saw this scene.

In fact, the law and order near Wuthering Castle is still quite good. Due to the powerful force of the Blue Mountain Earl and the fact of the regional center, the former city guards often dispatched to sweep the robbers and large beasts on the plain.

At that time, the Earl of Blue Mountain could proudly announce that every inch of land under his governance was extremely safe.

But now, the situation has changed!

The defeat of the war not only caused the Earl of Blue Mountain to lose a daughter and a large amount of ransom, but also hundreds of great boys.

The main force of the City Guard was stretched out at once, coupled with the sudden emergence of Viscount Garcia, causing the Howling Castle at this time to be in a trough of strength in history.

On the current plains, you must be careful not only of the scattered beasts, but also the horse bandits who appear to be haunted by ghosts!

Old Benson thought so, and estimated the combat power of his small team, shook his head sadly, knowing that he didn’t have any ability to resist risks alone.

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn’t help but look towards the end of the team.

There, a pretty handsome young man with brown hair was riding a black horse, looking around curiously.

The opponent was a freedman he met halfway, calling himself William, from the town of Niah.

After receiving three silver talers and verifying each other’s identity, Old Benson happily agreed to the other’s request.

Facts have proved that his decision was not wrong.

This William was clean and clean, without a trace of mud-legged temperament, but was quite similar to those noble masters, and he also had a fairly clever swordsmanship.

One night, Old Benson saw the opponent holding the long sword in his hand, spinning like a skilled dancer in the moonlight, taking away the lives of wolves one after another.

On that single shot, he saved at least ten Kindron’s worth in the old Benson’s pocket.

So, he immediately returned the original amount of the other party’s car fare, and also graciously pleased him, and chatted with William.

Later, Benson was surprised to find that although this William was strong, he seemed to have never walked out of the Fengying Plain, and he was full of curiosity about everything in the outside world.

It is a pity that his knowledge is not much higher than that of William. When the last trace of inventory in his head was also taken out, the other party resumed that lazy posture and continued to follow the carriage.

The convoy moved forward slowly, and finally arrived in Wuthering City at dusk.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the thirty-foot-tall city wall stood tall, showing a dark blue color, and the gaps and shadows were covered with moss, with an illusion of historical vicissitudes.

“Your Excellency Benson, let’s break up here!”

While the convoy was waiting to check into the city, Wu Minglai bid farewell to Benson.

“Oh, that’s a shame…”

Old Benson spread his hands: “William, do you have any plans next?”

“I lived in Wuthering Castle for a while, and…there is also the tournament! I want to try my luck!”

Wu Ming told the truth, since he heard about it, he had plans in this regard.

“With your martial arts, even if you can’t win the championship, you will definitely be taken by those knights and noble masters…” Old Benson said: “Maybe they will accept you as an attendant!”

“Perhaps…Thank you again, goodbye!”

Wu Ming waved his hand, turned and left, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

If he just wants to be a knight rebel, why should he come here?

…

In Wuthering City, there was a bustling flow of people, some mercenaries, adventurers, or wandering free knights obviously increased, and the atmosphere was a bit noisy, especially in pubs and inns. Loud noises and fights became the mainstream, making Wu Ming know his boss. Sen’s news is true.

“Ancient agricultural production is extremely important. Before the beginning of spring plowing, there were similar celebrations…”

“In Wuthering Castle, the repertoire is a martial arts competition held by the Earl of Blue Mountain! In the past, only the samurai and knights representing various nobles can participate in the limited status. The final champion will receive honor and bonus… and this time there is Changes, the standards will be relaxed, the rewards will be heavier, and there are even rumors that the winners will be promoted unimaginably, so it is very attractive to a group of speculators…”

Wu Ming understands the practice of Earl Lanshan very well.

Before the war failed, the army was damaged and the army was lost. At this time, it was necessary to supplement the force.

This competition is just like a trial competition, and a large number of excellent knights and fighter candidates will inevitably emerge.

If he doesn’t absorb these, how can he recruit troops to fight against the pressure of Viscount Garcia?

Wu Ming immediately smelled the breath of opportunity.

Of course, he was not the only one who saw this opportunity. The swarming of mercenaries and adventurers almost squeezed Wuthering City.

Wu Ming finally had to pay a high price of a silver taler a day before finally renting a room in a remote hotel.

He used dinner in the lobby of the hotel. The staple food was onion broth and a few pieces of bread. The craftsmanship of the owner of this hotel was obviously inferior to Aunt Luo Ya, which made Wu Ming a little disappointed.

The hall was full of crude alcohol, and there was another bard in the corner, singing aloud the beautiful fairy tales and poems.

Of course, drunks and wandering warblers are not even rarer.

The atmosphere is noisy and noisy, and it is normal to start the fight directly, but the perpetrator must compensate for the cost of the table and chairs, otherwise the innkeeper will be thrown into the street unceremoniously and the sheriff will be called.

Those who violate the rules of Wuthering City will best end up being expelled. Of course, there are measures such as whipping and hard labor waiting to be implemented.

“There is still some time before the competition…”

Wu Ming drank the broth one bite at a time, thinking silently: “This time can be fully utilized…Church and books!”

Both of these things are luxurious in Niah Town.

Even though there are some illiterate among the knight class, as far as Wu Ming knows, in the entire town of Niah, perhaps only Baron Terry has a small study room, but it is clear that he will not open to Wu Ming.

In Wuthering City, there are naturally no public libraries, but there are many scholars who live here. Wu Ming plans to visit them one by one, hoping that Jin Delong can open their doors.

As for the church, let alone.

In the novels of previous lives, even in history, the church in the Middle Ages, which one is not a bullish existence?

Wu Ming is also full of curiosity about the operation of the church in this world.

“Gavry! You fat pig, do you want to come to the competition in your dream?”

In a burst of laughter, the two mercenaries blushed and began the most common brawl performance. The surrounding alcoholic people gave up an open space and raised their wine glasses to roar loudly.

In the end, the obese mercenary was severely punched to break the bridge of his nose, lying on the ground like a dead dog.

The winning mercenary unceremoniously stripped off his leather armor and took away his purse.

At this moment, Wu Ming’s palm fell down like lightning.

Click!

The sound of bone cracking sounded, and beside him, a man with triangular eyes quickly retracted his right hand as if bitten by a poisonous snake, with a spiteful color in his eyes.

“Three hands?”

Wu Ming said coldly: “Don’t let me see you again, otherwise you will have to cut off one of your fingers in accordance with the general law!”

puff!

When talking, he directly picked up the bread-cutting knife and stabbed it into the phoebe wood table.

The knife went straight into the handle. This terrible power immediately turned the grievance in the eyes of the three hands into horror: “Please forgive me, my lord! I promise that this kind of thing won’t happen again!”

He bowed, and quickly retreated into the gloom.