Chapter 117: Dandelion [7] - Guess
Jack used to be the son of a famous True Knight.
Thus, ever since he could remember, his life had always been good.
He never lacked food; he had a beautiful maid to take care of him, and although his father was not a noble, he enjoyed a status equal to that of most Barons’ sons.
All in all, Jack lived a life that every person, apart from a select few, would absolutely envy.
Unfortunately, one day—a morning that he could still vividly remember—everything changed.
Jack could still recall the cries of his mother and the sorrow that the servants showed when his father’s corpse was carried into their mansion.
At the same time, he could remember staring at his own young figure, watching his reflection in his father’s empty and lifeless eyes.
The words of the messenger were fresh on his mind.
His father—a True Knight—had become a martyr of the Iron Armor Empire, dying in the line of duty in order to protect a city from a wave of beasts.
One would think that the family of such a person would be specially taken care of by the royal family and the surrounding nobles.
However, they would be mistaken.
Seeing that the family lacked the power of a True Knight, not only did the nobles that once flattered his father not help the family, but instead, they took advantage of their weakness.
In less than a year, the property of the True Knight had vanished, and even the servants who had once sung his father’s praises had chosen to leave.
Shortly after, his mother also died from the overwhelming grief, leaving him alone and struggling to survive.
The memories of living in the streets and working odd jobs replayed in Jack’s mind.
At the same time, the bright figure that extended its hand during his most difficult moments and pulled him up was also vivid.
From that day onwards, his identity had changed.
From a person forsaken by the entire world, he had become a member of the Empire’s most infamous cult—the Necronomicon Sect.
As these memories raced through Jack’s mind, he couldn’t help but tighten his grip on the dagger hanging on the left side of his waist.
After he exhaled softly and suppressed these thoughts, he turned his focus back to reality.
Glancing at his companion—who was also fully clad in black clothes and whose face was also hidden behind a cloak—Jack opened his mouth and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"According to ’that’ person, the mission’s objective is clear. Our primary goal is to come into contact with the Baron and confirm whether there is anything amiss.
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