Chapter 2: Beaten! My Younger Brother Has the Chosen One

The younger brother's face was distorted, and he said meanly: "You've never had a chance to come back since you went to that corrupt place. I'd be sorry if I don't appreciate your expression now."

Field's nails dug deep into the flesh, and because of excessive force, his fists made a crackling sound. He asked coldly: "I didn't provoke you, why are you targeting me?"

"Because you gave me that damned bottle of fighting spirit potion. After I took it, I couldn't break through the first-level knight at all! Everyone called me a waste behind my back, it's all your fault! You must have poisoned me!"

Field was disgusted: "That's because you have a bad talent."

"Hehe, anyway, if you have a lover, I will catch her and let countless homeless people ravage her! Oh, it's a pity that you have no future, bastard!" The younger brother made a smug grimace.

"Fuck! You're a scumbag!" Field was extremely angry. The original owner was a bad nice guy.

Sure enough, doing good things will make enemies for yourself. It's true that repairing bridges and repairing roads will leave no corpses, but killing and arson will bring you a golden belt. These bastards who don't know etiquette and shame must be educated with fists! "You're looking for death!"

A fierce knee strike sent him flying backwards. Field instantly jumped up and kicked him in the face again, leaving his ugly face covered in blood.

Everyone was stunned. Field, who had always been an honest man, could be so cruel.

"I hate it most when people threaten me."

While the guards didn't react, Field grabbed his brother's golden curly hair and was about to hit the ground.

Suddenly, he felt his neck tighten, and his whole body was strangled by the neck and lifted high.

In just a moment, the painful suffocation made Field feel that death was approaching.

"What are you doing to my lord?" The one who strangled Field was a beautiful woman with long wine-red hair. The most eye-catching thing was the mysterious rune on her forehead.

"God's Chosen One?" Field was stunned.

The key to the extraordinary power of this world lies in God's Chosen One. They are extremely special beings, above fighting spirit and magic, and have all kinds of incredible powers, including combat, assistance and construction, etc.

The fucked up thing is that only women can become God's chosen ones. Maybe all the gods in this world are women.

Just when Field was about to faint, he felt dizzy and then his back hurt. It turned out that he was thrown against the wall.

"Haha, I really don't dare to kill you."

"Ah! I'm going to kill you!" The younger brother coughed loudly and drew his sword.

Field wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He was no match for the Chosen One anyway. Field stopped nagging them, endured the severe pain, turned around and walked away quickly.

Unexpectedly, the younger brother who had not yet taken office already had the protection of the Chosen One, which made Field feel even more dangerous.

There was no capital to sit and wait for death. Now that he had offended his younger brother, Field knew that he had to take action, otherwise he might be captured by his younger brother tonight and tortured crazily.

"Wait for me to grow up, and come back to fuck you." Field lowered his eyes, and the anger in his eyes was not concealed.

There are no cowards under the nine-year compulsory education!

"So, what is this annoying green dot like a fly?" Field pondered the map in front of him, which only he could see. "This appeared on the day of the crossing. Maybe it has something to do with the lord's talent."

There must be yin and yang. The "lord" corresponds to the "chosen one". As long as you sign a contract with the chosen one, you can give feedback to each other and grow together.

The lord has a unique talent, which is often related to the contracted chosen one and his own territory. But there are also rare innate talents, that is, there is no territory, no contract with the chosen one, but there is a talent.

The original owner naturally did not have it, but Field, who came through, has this rare talent.

Of course, floaters or cataracts are not ruled out. Everything will have to wait until you see it. Anyway, it's not far away, just in Golden Eagle City.

After simply packing the luggage, the butler has received the gold coins and is waiting for Field with the servants, looking desperate.

Knowing that he was going to the cursed land, the butler wanted to hang himself, but he couldn't go to heaven by committing suicide, so he had to bite the bullet and die.

"Let's go." Field was worried and in no mood to comfort his housekeeper.

As soon as he opened the door of the manor, a team of cavalrymen in messy armor appeared in his sight. A man wearing a red robe and carrying a long lance walked out of them: "Dear Baron Field, I am the captain of the cavalry, Connor, serving as the escort. I believe we will have a pleasant journey."

"Then I rely on you, Connor."

Field responded politely, but his heart was alarmed.

Although they were escorts, the banditry on the faces of the cavalry did not make him feel safe. Field even suspected that he would be killed and robbed of money after he went out.

Of course, the possibility is not great. Registered knights generally do not commit murders of nobles, which is such a future-destroying thing.

Field shrugged: "Maybe they are supervising me, supervising me to go to the execution ground."

"Let's go to Golden Eagle City first to open up the Night Territory. A lot of supplies are needed."

Field planned to see what the green dot was.

As the second largest city in the Ross family's territory, Golden Eagle City has unparalleled commercial power. It was given to Field's second sister. It is said that the annual tax revenue is 600,000 gold coins, which is particularly dazzling compared to Field's pitiful 500 gold coins.

Riding in a carriage, Field spent a whole morning to arrive at this large city covering an area of ​​40 square kilometers.

Unlike modern times, the soldiers guarding the city gate leaned casually on the city wall, telling bad jokes, or scolding and making things difficult for the lower-class people entering the city, and charging high entrance fees.

Until seeing the cavalry team leading the way in front of Field, an officer suddenly stood up from his chair.

"Move away the things of the lowly people quickly, there are adults passing through here, open your eyes, idiots!"

The lazy soldier immediately straightened his back, scolded and drove the civilians and merchants aside, so that the gate was unobstructed, and then saluted Field with a flattering expression.

Although Field was not favored, he was a noble after all, and ordinary people still dared not offend him.

Slowing down the horse, Field followed the direction of the green dot and slowly approached.

The officer at the city gate breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't cause trouble for him, it would be another good day. He continued to let his men collect taxes, and he took two gulps of olive wine and continued to lie on the chair in the sun.

Following the guidance of the green dot, Field came to the slave market in the north of the city.

"Oh! This damn, weird smell of pig grass mixed with feces that makes people's noses sour." Cavalry Captain Connor frowned and kept fanning the air in front of him with his hands, but it didn't help. The stench still penetrated his nose.