The story of the legendary knight De La Serre begins in March 1257. On a mysterious western continent, in the middle of a bustling night.
It, an ancient castle, a town called "Uxhall", which is magnificent, stands on this continent at this moment.
At first glance, the city walls, stables and other facilities are perfectly maintained, giving you a sense of solidity and stability.
It is a bustling place, with bright lights and crowds of people on the square. Inside the market, there are countless commodities.
But the lord's hall was extremely silent. A young man, holding a Germanic sword, suddenly stabbed at the old man in front of him!
Nowadays, the old man is the de facto current lord of this impregnable town.
Years of fighting and frequent injuries have left the old man terminally ill. He is dying, weak and collapsed in bed, helpless at the mercy of others.
A few sudden sword strikes ended the old man's life...
The bony chest had been pierced, leaving the living heart completely exposed to the air, beating weakly.
The second blow that followed pierced his throat, and his larynx was immediately torn into pieces.
"May you rest in peace in hell, father."
The young man had no expression on his face as he drew his sword back into its sheath. His head rolled to the ground as the sword was pulled out.
A headless body covered in blood, motionless forever, waiting to be ground to dust.
Next, the boy left secretly and walked to the door of the other bedroom with ease.
Inside the room was the boy's younger brother, named De La Serre, who was sleeping soundly.
"My dear brother..."
The young man quietly opened the lock with the key he had prepared long ago, returned the blood-stained sword to its original owner, and laid it aside quietly.
Everyone in town knows that only the younger brother, De La Ser, owns this special Germanic sword.
With this in mind, it was a foregone conclusion that the crime of assassination would be framed on De La Serre.
Little did he know that beneath his handsome appearance, the soul of De La Serre, who was lying on the bed, had already changed...
That day, I was drinking and dancing when I was inexplicably drawn into the game screen, came to this world, and obtained this body. I have lived here for several years now.
It was this soul from Eastern China that, after entering this body, successfully brought swear words such as "TMD" and "Fuck" to this Western continent.
It has to be said that the popularity of TMD and Wow far exceeded the traditional local words such as Fuck and Shit at that time. This also proves the old saying that swear words know no borders!
New Mission
You have been framed by your brother, please deal with this matter as soon as possible.
Current character status: De Lassel, level 30, strength 20, agility 20, wisdom 20, charisma 20.
System prompt: Why are you still sleeping? Get up and have fun! Excuse me, but you are sleeping like a dead pig and you don't even know someone is here.
The next morning, the sun rose slowly, dispelling the cold of last night and bringing hope and warmth to the continent. At this time, Mrs. Bena returned.
She was the legal wife of the old man who died tragically last night, and could be considered the mistress of this town.
The guard standing guard at the door was a young man with excellent eyesight and recognized Mrs. Bena at a glance.
"Good morning, honorable Lady Bena, please return to the castle hall as soon as possible, your husband..."
"What's wrong with him?"
"He was...assassinated last night."
Bena couldn't believe her ears. She staggered and almost fell off her horse.
"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!!!"
Emotions such as disbelief and helplessness surged into her heart, and for a moment she didn't know what to do. She had to rush back to the lord's hall to discuss it.
In the Lord's Hall, the elder brother who was the real murderer of the assassination and his younger brother De La Serre were arguing with an intensity unprecedented in history.
"Damn it! You did it! Only your Germanic sword could have inflicted that jagged wound, and now your sword is still reeking of blood! I advise you to admit your guilt as soon as possible!"
He had practiced these words thousands of times last night, and now he said them fluently, and his ability to throw dirty water was extremely smooth.
"Brother, I've told you thousands of times! I didn't! I didn't kill my father! It was you who bullied young girls and young women. This dirty thing caused my mother to run around outside and brought shame to our family! This also made my father hate you and wanted to give me the inheritance, so you got angry and framed me for killing my father!"
Hearing De La Serre's reply, his brother not only did not look guilty, but instead smiled ghostly and said, "Oh, God, this is really funny, frame-up? Where's the evidence?"
The argument was getting more and more intense, and the two men were about to slam the table and start punching each other.
At the critical moment, mother Bena arrived in time and temporarily calmed the dispute between the two. After asking about the situation, she was also helpless and hesitant.
In fact, she is not heartbroken because of the death of her husband.
Because of this feudal hereditary system, women have a low social status and no say at all. In life, their husbands only treat them as reproductive machines for venting their emotions.
The younger brother, De La Serre, was very angry, just like the scene of Dou E's unjust death. Unlike modern society, camera playback? Fingerprint investigation? Absolutely impossible.
According to the laws and regulations of the kingdom, after the father's death, the son naturally inherited the territory and title.
Sooner or later, the struggle between him and his brother was inevitable. Unexpectedly, his brother took the initiative. This carefully planned assassination and frame-up was really treasonous.
It is because of the endless desire for power, the open and covert political struggles, and the continuous accumulation of wealth that this continent has existed to this day.
Soon, the truth could not be hidden, and the assassination case in the town spread to the central capital of the country.
The country was called Swadia, and the king of Swadia, Harlaus X, also knew about this matter.
"It will be difficult to find the real murderer in a short time, and the evidence is also hard to find, but the position of the lord cannot be vacant. In this case, arrange a real sword duel in three days. The one who survives will be the new master of the town. I will be there in person to watch the duel."
None of the other ministers dared to oppose the king's wishes, and finally the king's decision was conveyed to the town of Uxhall by scouts who traveled day and night.
De Lassel had long expected that the royal family would make such a simple and crude arrangement, and he also knew his brother's true strength through the golden finger system in advance.
Brother, level 20, strength 15, agility 12, wisdom 10, charisma 15.
Sword Weapon Proficiency: 120
System prompt: I think you can give him a good beating and make yourself famous at the same time~
De Lassel's sword proficiency has exceeded 150, so there is no suspense in this duel.
He smiled knowingly and communicated with the system: My rubbish brother doesn't even have a name, I'm afraid he will die in the next chapter.
Comment: Maybe you are the one who gets killed, please continue playing the game.
Are you kidding me? Normally, I am just being humble and tolerant to my brother, pretending that I can't beat him. He just mistakenly thinks that his swordsmanship is better than mine. Look, I'm going to slap him in the face!