Overgod Ascension

Old Benson has a brown curly hair, blue eyes sparkle, slight wrinkles on his forehead and a bit of clever divinity on his face.

Originally a tenant farmer in a knight's estate, he loved to think since childhood, a desire for a strange world that led him to spend his time learning instead of taking a bath with the stewardess's daughter like any other asshole.

By the time he was eighteen, he had been able to read a complete text message, which was something to be proud of.

Old Benson's parents had thought he would be a waiter or paperman for the Knight, and since then a decent man had emerged from the family, but on his eighteenth birthday, Old Benson had directly found the Knight and mortgaged himself out in exchange for mining rights in a small mountain forest to the east.

“I only need one year to repay 20 of my adults' debts, or I will be branded a slave! ”

That's what he said at the time, so everyone thought Benson was crazy.

But then it turns out they're all wrong!

Lonely old Benson began to cut logs in the forest and hired carpenters to make all kinds of fine furniture for sale in Casterly Rock City.

This brought him 200 silver tall profits, and with it he hired a team of miners to start exploring the forest, and eventually he got a small iron ore.

A year later, he handed over a hundred Kinderons to the Knights and obtained subsequent mining rights for the minerals.

With this first barrel of gold and subsequent successive donations, Old Benson emerged from poverty and tenancy as a free man at an alarming rate and married the daughter of an old housekeeper and opened a small business.

By now, 'Benson's Black Rose' grocery store is not only famous in Casterly Rock City, but has also expanded the mall all the way to Tsunami Castle, the heart of the Fluorescent Plains!

This is also the most proud thing Old Benson has ever done in his life.

“Let the boys hurry, we have to get to Wuthering Castle before sunset! ”

He looked at the slow convoy, slightly frowned, and shouted, “In the hotel, there's hot broth, big chunks of oatmeal bread, and soft women... or do you guys want to sleep in the wilderness for another night? ”

The power of food and women is infinite, and the speed of the convoy has accelerated dramatically.

Old Benson sighed helplessly when he saw the scene.

In fact, the security around Tsunami Castle is still quite good, as the strong force of the Count of Blue Mountain and the fact of the Regional Centre have allowed the former City Guard to make frequent moves to sweep away bandits and large herds of beasts on the plains.

The then Earl of the Blue Mountains could proudly declare that every inch of land under his administration was very safe.

But now, things have changed!

The defeat of the war not only cost the Count of Blue Mountain a daughter and a lot of ransom, but also hundreds of great guys.

The main strength of the City Guard, combined with Viscount Garcia's ex-military protrusions, led to the Tsunami Castle being in a low valley of historic strength.

On the plains now, watch out not only for wandering sporadic beasts, but also for ghostly horse bandits!

Old Benson thought so and estimated the strength of his small convoy, shaking his head sadly knowing that he alone did not have any resilience to the risks.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but look at the end of the convoy.

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

The other side is a free man he met halfway, calling himself William, from Niagara.

After receiving three silver tallers and verifying each other's identities, Old Benson was pleased to respond to the requests of his peers.

His decision had not proved to be wrong.

This William is clean, has no muddy legs, is quite similar to the noble lords, and has a fairly brilliant sword technique.

One night, Old Benson saw the other with his sword in his hand, spinning like a skilled dancer under the moon, taking the life of one wolf after another.

One shot saved at least ten Kinderon's worth in old Benson's pocket.

So he immediately returned the money to the other party and greeted William with enthusiasm.

Later, Old Benson was surprised to discover that William, though powerful, was curious about everything outside, as if he had never really walked out of the Fluorescent Plains.

Unfortunately, his insight was not much higher than that of William, and when the last trace of inventory in his head had been emptied, the other party regained its lazy posture and continued to follow the carriage.

The convoy proceeded slowly, and at dusk, it finally arrived in the city of Wuthering.

Under the afterglow of the sunset, the 30-foot wall rises to reveal a dark blue color with moss in the crevices and darkness and a lush illusion of history.

“Lord Benson, let's break up here! ”

Wu Ming came to bid farewell to Old Benson as the convoy awaited inspection to enter the city.

“Oh, that's too bad...”

Old Benson stalled, “William, what are you going to do next? ”

“Lived at Tsunami Castle for a while, and… there was that competition! I want to take my chances! ”

Wu Ming honestly said that he had planned to do so since he heard about the incident.

“With your craftsmanship, even if you can't win the championship, you will surely be seen by the knights and lords of nobility...” Old Benson said: “Perhaps they will take you as their servant! ”

“Perhaps… thank you again, goodbye! ”

Wu Ming waved his hand and turned away with a smile in his mouth.

Why would he come here if he wanted to be a knight's squire alone?

……

Wu Ming knew that Old Benson's news was telling the truth when there was a lot of noise and fighting prevailed in Wuhu City, where there were obviously more mercenaries, adventurers, or roaming freedom knights, and the atmosphere was somewhat noisy, especially in taverns and hotels.

“Ancient agricultural production is extremely important, there were similar celebrations before spring farming began…”

“And at Tsunami Castle, the preservation show was organized by the Earl of Blue Mountain at the Bivre! In the past, only samurai and knights representing various nobles participated, and the final champions would receive honors and bonuses… This time there would be a change, standards would be relaxed, rewards would be heavier, even rumors would exist, the winners would be promoted unimaginably, thus attracting a group of speculators…”

Wu Ming understands the practice of Count Blue Mountain.

Additional force was needed at a time when the previous war had failed and the army had been defeated.

This tournament, like a selection competition, will inevitably show up a lot of good knight seedlings, as well as fighters.

Without absorbing all this, how does he recruit horses to fight the pressure of Viscount Garcia?

Wu Ming immediately smelled the smell of opportunity.

Of course, he's not the only one who sees this opportunity, and the mercenaries and adventurers that come along almost squeeze out of Tsunami City.

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

Dinner he used in the lobby of the hotel, the main food is onion broth, and a few pieces of bread. The owner of this hotel is obviously no better than Aunt Roya, which disappoints Wu Ming slightly.

The lobby is full of crude alcohol and there is another bard in the corner who sings beautiful fairy tales and poems aloud.

Of course, there's no shortage of drunkards and oysters.

The atmosphere is noisy and noisy. It is the norm to open fire directly, except that the perpetrator must compensate for the cost of the table and chairs, otherwise the hotel owner will throw them on the street without any courtesy and call the sheriff.

The best course of action for those who violate the rules of Tsunami City is to be expelled and, of course, measures such as whipping and hard labour await.

“It's a while before the tournament...”

Wu Ming sipped the broth, silently thinking: "This time can be fully utilized... church and books! ”

Both of these things are luxurious in Niagara.

Even though some of the cavaliers are illiterate, as far as Wu Ming knows, Baron Terry may be the only one with a small study in the whole town, but it is clear that he will not be open to Wu Ming.

Of course there is no public library or anything in Wuhu City, but there are many scholars here, and Wu Ming intends to pay a visit, hoping that Kinderon can open their doors.

Not to mention the church.

In previous life novels, even historically, medieval churches, which are not bullish?

Wu Ming was also curious about the functioning of this world church.

“Gaffrey! You fat pig, you dreamed of joining the fight? ”

In a laugh, the two mercenaries rose red-handed and began the most common fighting performances, surrounded by drinkers giving way to an empty space and shouting loudly with glasses.

Finally, the obese mercenary was severely punched in the nose, lying on the ground like a dead dog.

The victorious mercenary unnecessarily stripped his fur coat and took his purse.

And at this point, Wu Ming's palms lightning everything down.

Knock!

Bone cracking sounded, around him, a man with triangular eyes, his right hand seemed to have been bitten by a venomous snake and retracted quickly, with a poisonous colour in his eyes.

“Three hands? ”

Wu Ming coldly said: "Don't let me see you again, otherwise only one finger will be cut off according to the general law! ”

Pfft!

As he spoke, he picked up the bread-cutting knife and stabbed it into the Nanwood table.

The knife was completely untouched, a terrible force that immediately terrorized the poison in the eyes of the three hands: "Forgive me, my lord! I promise this will never happen again! ”

He bowed and quickly retreated into the darkness.