Chapter 356 Swordsman Variant Profession—Black and White Swordsman

"Lord, something bad is going on. Lord Dolit has provoked a big shot, and you need to deal with it."

"damn it."

Akat cursed loudly, kicked away the soldier who reported the news, left the tent, and walked out of the camp.

The pale noble glanced at the civilian swordsman and left the camp.

"My lord, I don't know why you are here." Akater came outside the camp, looked at the group of people in front of him, lowered his posture and said in a low voice.

"I have a man, or rather a slave, in your camp."

Weilin took a look at the Viscount in front of him. He was of average strength, only high-level Silver, reaching the threshold of Viscount. However, his foundation was unstable and his face was old. He had used other methods to forcibly increase his strength. His upper limit was just like this.

"Please wait a moment, I will bring you someone right away."

Smart people don't need it. Although Akat's own strength is insufficient, his ability to observe people's emotions is indeed not bad at all. He apologized and returned to the camp.

After entering the camp, Akat's face instantly turned gloomy. Looking at his illegitimate son, he regretted why he hadn't strangled him to death in the first place.

The civilian swordsman met his father's gaze without fear.

His mother was just an ordinary human woman who died of illness when he was fifteen years old. From that moment on, he had no concern for her, and his last trace of nostalgia for the Onlit family disappeared.

In the next ten years, he appeared to be taciturn and withdrawn, and became a marginalized figure in the Onlit territory.

Why he used himself as a commodity and sold himself in a commercial camp for a high price of 10,000 gold coins was all because of an unexpected encounter ten years ago.

After burying his mother, he was confused and met an ascetic monk from the Church of the Dawn. He not only taught him a set of warrior breathing techniques and exercise methods, but also left him a prophecy, a prophecy that could change his own destiny.

[In the territory of the dwarves, in the center of the commercial camp, at dusk, use yourself as an item and ask for 10,000 gold coins. When someone takes out the money without hesitation, the shackles on your body will be removed, and your destiny will begin to turn again. , may my God protect you. 】

"follow me."

Hearing this, the civilian swordsman took the sword in his left hand and picked up the package in his right hand, and followed Viscount Acate out of the camp.

Outside the camp, Verin watched the "slave" he had just purchased appear in front of him, his eyes fluctuated a little, and he nodded to Kyle.

Seeing this, Kyle took a step forward and said: "Viscount Acat, please control your subordinates from behind, otherwise my master will not mind letting you go to the front line."

"The Onlit family will take your advice to heart." Acat replied loudly, stroking his chest and saluting.

The others followed their own families and bowed to salute, their faces full of fear and they did not dare to harbor any resentment in their hearts.

It wasn't until Weilin and his party disappeared from sight that Acat straightened up, clenched his fists, and then weakly lowered them.

"Father, that illegitimate son..."

"Well, from now on there will be no child named Britt in the Onlit family, and there will never be any illegitimate child."

"Yes, father."

The pale noble was a little unwilling, but he did not dare to disobey his father's order.

"Dolit, from now on, you will no longer be the captain of the patrol. Go and guard the camp." Acat said in a deep voice, staring at his cousin with a gloomy face.

"Yes...yes, cousin...cousin."

The middle-aged nobleman quickly left the place as if he had received an amnesty.

……

On the way back to the military camp, Weilin learned the whole story from the civilian swordsman.

However, the common swordsman chose to conceal the prophecy and language content and did not tell them.

"You start your life over, and there is no need to continue using your original first and last name."

"Master, please name me."

The civilian swordsman was very straightforward. Since he wanted to break away from the past, he had to break away completely.

Ten thousand gold coins are enough to repay the Onlit family's debt of childbirth.

There are only two people he owes now, one is the ascetic monk of the Dawn Church who has the grace to teach him, and the other is the master in front of him who broke the shackles of his fate.

"Kyle, I leave it to you."

Weilin acted as the master and handed over the common swordsman to his attendants.

Kyle looked up and down, put his hand on the civilian swordsman's shoulder, and sent a trace of angelic power into his body.

The angel's power and the demon's aura collided with each other, causing black words to appear on the face of the common swordsman, with extremely strange power. If not for Kyle's protection, other people's spirits, including Weilin, would have been possessed by the black words. pollute.

After more than ten years of companionship, Verin is no longer surprised by anything that happens to Kyle.

"Hold it."

The healing voice soothed the common swordsman's restless soul, as if he had returned to his mother's arms. It was so warm and so nostalgic.

In ten minutes, the black text on the common swordsman gradually disintegrated, and the blank parts were replaced by runes full of light, slowly integrating into his soul.

Under Weilin's perception, the commoner swordsman's strength climbed step by step, from low-level silver to mid-level silver, and finally stopped at high-level silver.

Black and white intertwined with each other, eventually forming gray runes that merged into the soul of the common swordsman.

After waiting for all this to be completed, Verin looked at Kyle, his eyes full of curiosity.

Kyle saw this and explained: "My lord, his soul is contaminated with the devil's breath. If everything goes well, he can change his job to a variant of the swordsman profession - the devil swordsman, and inject the power of light through his subordinates. , neutralizing the demonic aura in his soul, his path took a new change and evolved into a new profession called the Black and White Swordsman."

"What's so strange about the black and white swordsmen?" Weilin asked curiously, touching his chin.

"Black and white swordsmen can use the power of darkness and light at the same time, and their bloodline also contains extraordinary power. The descendants born can become black swordsmen, white swordsmen, or black and white swordsmen."

"So, he is similar to those alien humans such as dragon descendants and titan descendants. Their descendants are born to embark on the extraordinary path."

"Yes." Kyle nodded and continued to add, "Since he relied on my power to complete his bloodline evolution, in a sense, he can be regarded as my dependent."

"In this case, he will leave it to you to take charge." Verin made a decision in his heart and said to Kyle.

"Yes."

Kyle did not refuse and accepted the task.

Half an hour later, the civilian swordsman opened his eyes, knelt on his knees, bowed to Verin, and finally turned to Kyle and bowed again.