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I was born in an inconspicuous place on the Weiyi Subcontinent—Black Flame City of the Andaman Alliance.
The Andaman Alliance was a tiny city-state alliance. Just how tiny was it? The total area of all the cities within the alliance protected by walls might not even have been as large as a single Class-A major city in Great Xia. Naturally, an alliance like that could not produce a single knight.
Before the Holy War began, the Andaman Alliance had already been annexed by the Norman Empire. The Black Flame City where I lived became a fourth-tier city under Brunswick Province, which fell under the jurisdiction of the Northern Frontier Governor of the Norman Empire. And even before the Andaman Alliance was annexed, many people who had grown up in the prosperous cities of the Weiyi Subcontinent did not know where Black Flame City of the Andaman Alliance was located on that continent.
And among the Hua Clan of Great Xia, who lived amid an age of flourishing peace, many probably did not know where the Weiyi Subcontinent was either.
I came from such an insignificant place, a grassroots knight who had clawed his way up from an insignificant nobody.
Why did I consider myself a grassroots knight? One of the most important reasons was that before I turned sixteen, I knew my surname was Zhang, yet I had never known that I had even a copper coin's worth of connection to Huaiyuan Hall, whose name shook the Weiyi Subcontinent.
To the childhood me, one copper coin was the price of half a bowl