Merchant Frayley Was Once a Scholar

"Lord Eugene."

"Sword Saint."

Seeing the old Sword Saint arrive, the two knights stood up and placed their hands on their chests in a salute.

"I don't need to introduce him, this kid is Akai, the hero who drew the Sacred Sword. From now on, you all need to teach him well."

"Isn't the Sword Saint himself teaching him?" one knight scratched his head, not believing anyone else in the order could be stronger than the Sword Saint.

"There are many things he needs to learn. I can only teach him swordsmanship. It's not enough to become a qualified hero with just this much knowledge. Please don't hold back."

"Yes! Sir, I will definitely teach him well!"

"Haha, then in the future, I can say that I taught the hero!" another man laughed heartily. He wasn't wearing armor at the moment, and the muscle lines on his body were very distinct, making him look sturdy and powerful.

"Of course." The Sword Saint nodded. Although it was a joke, he didn't deny it.

To cultivate a hero who surpasses all previous heroes, he could only let him learn more. Everyone rooted in the knight order had their own secrets, and each piece of knowledge was extremely precious.

These were people who had survived the baptism of war.

The old Sword Saint left with Akai. Besides arranging his food, lodging, and daily life, he felt that this child should have a proper name.

In some families in the Outland, there were no surnames, only given names. Some parents lacked education, resulting in overly common names.

"Master, what should I do today?"

"Today, let's give yourself a name. Do you want to choose it yourself, or should I give you one?"

"Can I be called Kain?"

"Yes, Kain is a good name." The old Sword Saint seemed lost in thought. He wondered if it was a coincidence, as his most beloved disciple was also named En.

In fact, these were not coincidences. The knight Akai admired was Silver Vulture. Without that knight, he would have been a thief by now.

"En Edwin, I want to become a respected knight like him."

"Is that so? Do you know your senior brother?"

"Yes, I do..." Akai recounted his entire encounter with En. If the cultists hadn't attacked the city at that time, he might have already left the gang.

"So it was you En was talking about. He told me about this before we went on our expedition, but I didn't pay much attention." The old Sword Saint shook his head with some regret. As a master, he never listened carefully to what En said. In his eyes, En was an outstanding disciple and a qualified knight.

"From today onwards, your name will be Kain Eugene. Since you don't have a surname, I'll give you my surname. I hope you won't disgrace it in the future."

Just having a name wasn't enough. To become a knight, a hero, and someone accepted by this country, the most important thing was to gain the recognition of the nobility.

Eugene naturally knew the difficulties along the way, but that was the reality. Commoners didn't have much power.

"Yes, I will definitely train hard from now on!" Akai did not betray the name his parents gave him, and he also followed his heart. Therefore, from now on, he would be called Kain.

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Kain Eugene, from an orphan to the Sword Saint's disciple, this was because he drew that sword and became the hero. Ultimately, the sword chose him!

On the moving carriage, Mel Carlo was leisurely sitting in the carriage.

"Why do you dare to come find me? Aren't you afraid I'll capture you and sell you for money again?" the merchant asked with a smile.

"Because you are a merchant, and you only gave him 2 silver coins. I spent 3 coins here."

"Couldn't it be that I spent the silver coins?"

"No, your business isn't good. You haven't left so quickly, which means you were waiting for me, or rather, waiting for the money in my hand." Mel Carlo leaned back in the carriage. The atmosphere between the three was not tense, but rather relaxed.

After a brief silence, the man spoke again, "You killed someone, right?"

"Yes." Mel Carlo didn't deny it. Given how flustered he was at the time, how could this man in front of him not guess?

But he still didn't quite understand. Knowing that he had killed someone, why was this man so calm? Wasn't he afraid that he would attack him or his daughter?

Claire was shocked when she heard this news, and then became vigilant. She couldn't understand how this child, who was about her age, could kill someone.

"I think you should know, the person who took the silver coins from you is already dead, since I came to find you." Mel Carlo took out the two silver coins he had obtained from the gang investigator. These were the coins he had spent on paper and pen at the merchant's earlier.

"Well, you don't need to be nervous, because when I killed for the first time, I wasn't much better than you." The merchant was still very calm, holding the reins with both hands.

He could tell that this kid in front of him was forced to kill, with no other choice, just like himself back then.

The man was originally a very honest and upright person, but he was born in a small country in the south. The nobles there were like gods above their heads. A noble set his sights on his wife's beauty. Later, his wife was defiled, and his wife couldn't bear it and committed suicide.

He also gave up his original scholar identity, found an opportunity, and smashed that noble to death with a hammer. Then he fled with his daughter, was wanted, and had no fixed abode.

Since he couldn't stay in one place for too long, the identity of a traveling merchant suited him well.

"This is 1 gold coin as my deposit. I will give you the rest when we reach our destination."

"Kid, what's your name?"

"And yours?" Mel asked back. He wasn't that familiar with this merchant, and they couldn't establish mutual trust.

"My name is Frayley Bernardo, and this is my daughter, Claire."

"Your daughter looks really dark?" Mel Carlo teased.

"She's very similar to her mother's complexion, with red undertones in her skin. That's the complexion of the southern coast, and it might also be related to the climate there." Frayley didn't mind.

It was a pity she didn't inherit her mother's orange hair, but instead had black hair like his. If she had orange hair, she would look even better.

"Perhaps we need to trust each other. Let's tell our stories. You can choose what you want to say, of course. Our journey is still long."

"My name is Mel Carlo. Mr. Frayley, I'd like to hear why you killed someone?" Mel Carlo could tell that the merchant in front of him wasn't a murderer, but his previous words weren't meant to scare him; he had genuinely taken action.

Even though he was forced to act, his heart was pounding at the time. This fear or excitement was a deep-seated taboo against killing one's own kind.