From now on, you are Berg Chu

"I... I just didn't want that Clay Person's dirty hands touching Anlìyà, and it was also to protect Your Highness."

Berg covered his flushed face, at a loss for words.

"You dare to talk back!"

However, this only fueled Robert's anger, and he mercilessly slapped Berg's face again, instantly turning the struck area a bright red.

Now it was symmetrical.

But Robert still didn't stop attacking, instead wildly swinging his fists, raining down on Berg's body like a storm.

Facing the benefactor who had raised him, and also feeling that he had made a serious mistake, Berg didn't dare to resist at all, simply covering his head with his hands and curling up on the ground, silently enduring Robert's beating.

The villagers all watched this scene in horror, as it was the first time they had seen their usually kind village chief in such a rage.

But even if they were worried about Berg, the villagers still didn't say a word, only silently watching Berg with worried eyes, who had already been beaten until his mouth was bleeding and his body was covered in bruises.

Anlìyà was the same, the girl even cruelly turned her head to the side and covered her ears with her hands, pretending to be a wooden figure.

"Bastard, have you forgotten Your Highness's kindness to us?"

Robert still wanted to continue, but a hand gently pressed on his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw Xian standing in front of him with a blank expression.

"Your Highness."

The anger on Robert's face instantly vanished, and he knelt down with a flattering smile.

"Berg, get over here and apologize to Your Highness!"

At the same time, Robert didn't forget to scold Berg.

Berg struggled to stand up, limping towards Xian and kneeling on one knee in front of him.

He looked very miserable now, his cheeks were red and swollen, his mouth was stained with almost dried blood, his eyes were almost narrowed into slits, and his arms and legs were covered with purple bruises.

"Your Highness, I disobeyed your instructions, please punish me." Berg lowered his head deeply, his voice as heavy as if he were being crushed by a mountain.

No matter the reason, he had disobeyed Your Highness's instructions, and that was an unchangeable fact.

And Xian still had no expression, only frowning slightly, as if thinking about something.

"Your Highness, I will expel Berg from the village to punish him for his offense against you." Robert also spoke, his eyes showing a hint of reluctance, but his expression remained firm.

Although he had always regarded Berg as his "son," now this "son" had done a terrible thing in the village, and even as the village chief, he would never bend the law for personal gain.

Hearing this, Berg's eyes felt slightly sore. Although he had already decided to leave the village soon to find a method of transcendence and realize his dream of becoming a strong person.

However, leaving voluntarily and being expelled were two different concepts. The former meant that he still had a home, while the latter meant that he could never return, and could only wander outside like a stray dog, until his soul returned to the underworld without anyone missing him.

So bitter, so bitter, so bitter... "Raise your head."

Just as Berg felt his eyes gradually filling with warm tears, a familiar voice awakened him.

Berg slowly raised his head and saw Xian looking at him with a calm expression.

Berg was stunned for a moment, his eyes darting around, not daring to look directly into His Highness's eyes.

He had failed to live up to His Highness's expectations.

But unexpectedly, His Highness did not scold him. Instead, he took a snow-white "handkerchief" from his pocket and gently wiped the blood and dirt from his face.

Berg was momentarily overwhelmed by the favor, wanting to avoid it but was firmly held by the shoulder by Xian.

So he could only gratefully accept His Highness's kindness, even when the "handkerchief" occasionally touched his wounds, causing a burst of stinging pain, he gritted his teeth and forced himself not to make a sound.

Even if he was about to leave, even at the last moment, he hoped to leave a good impression on this kind and benevolent Highness, at least not to show such a weak posture.

That way, many years later, on a quiet afternoon, perhaps His Highness would occasionally remember that an unremarkable Hunter had saved him from a pack of wolves, and that would be his glory.

"Berg, you have violated the agreement between the village and me, so I should punish you."

Xian said calmly.

"But you once saved my life, so I should forgive your mistake this time. However, I am a stingy person, so I have decided to punish you anyway!"

Hearing this, Berg's face, which had just brightened, gradually dimmed again.

"I will punish you to be my Servant from now on, serving me for life!" Xian said in a deep voice.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the surrounding villagers, as well as Robert and Berg, changed.

"Your Highness, I didn't hear clearly just now. Could you please say it again?" Berg suspected that his ears were playing tricks on him, otherwise how could he have heard such wonderful words? "I have decided to punish you to be my Servant, serving me for life," Xian said helplessly, repeating himself.

"What's wrong? If you're unwilling, I can change the punishment," Xian shrugged, casually throwing away the soiled tissue in his hand.

It was still in his pocket before he transmigrated. He had used most of it to take care of his physiological needs these past few days, and this was the last one left.

"I'm willing, I'm willing!" Berg said with ecstasy.

He nimbly stood up, feeling that the wounds from the beating on his body suddenly didn't hurt anymore.

"Hoo!"

The young man took a deep breath to adjust his mood, his calloused, rough hands clenched tightly into fists, his knuckles slightly white from the force.

His angular face still bore undried tear stains and swollen wounds, but his eyes became more and more firm, and a fiery flame seemed to be burning in his brown pupils.

Under the expectant and blessing gazes of all the villagers, Berg slowly knelt on one knee and said loudly, "The Creator is above, the gods are above, I, Berg, hereby swear—"

"Wait a moment." Just then, Xian suddenly interrupted him.

Hearing this, Berg's eyes were a little nervous. He was very afraid that His Highness would change his mind, in which case he would feel even worse than death! "Before you take your oath, I have decided to bestow upon you a surname," Xian said solemnly.

As far as he knew, in the Middle Ages, many nobles would bestow a surname upon those who accepted their allegiance in order to deepen the bond between them.

He had already been exposed to the eyes of the nobles in this world, so he had to grasp every card in his hand.

Berg was his first card.

"In my hometown, there is a Dragon Hunter who is extremely powerful and has an extremely firm heart. I have decided to give you his surname, hoping that one day you can be as reliable as him."

"From now on, your name will be Berg Chu," Xian said slowly.