Because of the cartoon that was popular among a generation in his previous life, Du Wei had a very fond impression of this young man named Kakarot.
When he saw this guy walking in, his expression was very cold, but his eyes still showed a bit of the embarrassment of a young man. Du Wei smiled gently: "There are chairs in the room, you can sit down wherever you want. Don't be nervous.
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Deron frowned and glanced at Duwei. Obviously, it was Duwei's idea to call Kakarot here. He had not told Deron beforehand.
"Sir." Kakarot did not really sit down, but gave a serious salute to Du Wei. Du Wei noticed that this was a courtesy for a commoner to meet a noble, not a knight's ceremony.
"Why don't you give knighthood?" Du Wei said with a smile.
"Because I'm not a knight yet. I don't have the title or rank of a knight." Kakarot's voice was neither humble nor arrogant.
"Why don't you have the title of knight?" Du Wei still smiled calmly: "Your strength is enough to obtain the title of knight."
Kakarot was silent.
His appearance is very delicate, but his complexion is a little dark, and his hair is as messy as straw. This hairstyle inspired Du Wei's wonderful memories of "Dragon Ball".
Kakarot's thin lips were pursed tightly, and Du Wei could see that the young man was hesitating whether to tell the truth.
"To be honest." Du Wei slowly reminded the other party: "You should know my identity. It's not a bad thing for me to come to you. What I hope you understand is that now there is an opportunity in front of you. As for
Whether you can catch it or not depends on whether you can satisfy me... I like honest people."
"Yes, sir." Kakarot nodded: "Of course I know your reputation, sir. In my heart, you are a strong man worthy of my respect."
Du Wei smiled noncommittally. He knew that his status in the hearts of many young people in the empire was like an idol.
"Sit down and talk." Du Wei pointed to the chair in the room again: "There is tea on the table. You can pour it and drink it yourself. You are welcome here and don't be formal. I don't like people who are too formal."
Delong never spoke. He just glanced at Du Wei curiously. He didn't know why Du Wei treated this boy so favorably.
In fact, Kakarot felt extremely uneasy. Because at least he could talk to the world-famous Duke Tulip face to face, and the Duke spoke to him so amiably, with such a gentle tone, without any airs of a big shot... In fact
, for young Kakarot, Duke Tulip has always been an object of worship in his heart.
"I can't get the title of knight." After hesitating for a while, Kakarot finally said the answer: "My father and mother are slaves, and I am a first-generation free citizen, so... I am not qualified to become a knight.
Unless it’s an amnesty.”
A smile line appeared at the corner of Du Wei's mouth, and then he used encouraging eyes to signal the young man to continue talking.
"My father was a slave in a mine... He was found guilty when he was young and became a slave. He was deprived of his status as an imperial citizen and sent to the south to mine. My mother is..."
Du Wei suddenly smiled and glanced at Kakarot's dark skin: "Your mother is a Nanyang, right? Your skin color is a bit dark, which is characteristic of Nanyang people."
"...That's right." Kakarot nodded, trying his best to hide his inferiority complex in his eyes.
Du Wei could understand his inferiority complex: after all, in the hearts of most Roland people, Nanyang people were equal to slaves and synonymous with lowliness.
"Originally, as the son of a slave, I should also be a slave. My father worked in the mines all his life and finally redeemed his sins... He saved the life of an overseer in the mine, but he was stoned
I was smashed to death. The overseer was a distant relative of a nobleman. In return, he gave me a chance to be pardoned, and I became a free man, from a slave to a free citizen...I was eight years old at that time."
It was a simple statement with a somewhat indifferent tone. However, both Du Wei and Delong could imagine the trace of misery hidden in these seemingly indifferent words.
"The empire has laws. My parents were both slaves. In my generation, although free people were restored, because I am the first generation of free people, the laws of the empire do not allow people like me to obtain the title of knight.
Even if you join the army, you can only be a soldier for the rest of your life, and you can't even become an officer." Kakarot shook his head: "That's why I didn't take the knight level test."
This is indeed the law of the empire. According to the law, people of Kakarot's generation who have just escaped from slavery are not allowed to engage in any "noble" professions, unless his descendants can escape from this imprisonment.
Although a little cruel, this world is a feudal world with strict hierarchies.
Du Wei smiled: "Who did you learn your martial arts skills from?"
"My teacher, he used to be a mercenary. After he got old, he returned to his hometown to live in seclusion. He took me in and started teaching me when I was eight years old..."
When he said this, Kakaro's tone was obviously a little vague.
After all, he is still a young man... Du Wei sighed, not knowing how to hide it.
With that said, Du Wei took out the booklet from the table, gently placed it in front of Kakarot, and opened to one of the pages.
"Kakarot, male, twenty-three years old, warrior. No rank. Real strength is estimated to be the empire's seventh level standard. The son of a slave. He left slavery and became a free citizen at the age of eight. A native of Purple Leaf City on the southern border. Learned from:
Kusa-Lima. Kusa-Lima, a sixth-level martial artist from the mainland. A southerner who served in the "Red Snow Mercenary Group" for sixteen years and twenty years later. An adventure of the Red Snow Mercenary Group in the Nanyang Swamp.
During the massacre, only one person from Cusa-Lima escaped and lived in seclusion and returned to his hometown to farm. He owned a house and four acres of land. He died two years ago due to alcoholism and a fight with others. Before his death, he owed a total of four gambling debts.
One hundred and sixty gold coins, all the family property has not been returned, and there is no inheritance."
The black and white words on the paper are clearly written, and all of Kakaro's origins, life experience and apprenticeship are written clearly!
The young man raised his head and looked at Du Wei in surprise.
Du Wei smiled: "Don't be nervous, I'm not targeting you. But... since you have entered the finals, you are likely to become the leader of the Knights of Roland's Sword in the future... We can never let the person responsible for guarding Longchinu The leader of the Knights of the Spear is a person of unknown origin! The reason I show you these is to tell you that although you concealed something when filling out your resume when you signed up, in the face of our power, your This childlike concealment is just a joke. If I want to investigate, I can even dig out all the things you did when you peed your pants when you were a child!"
Kakarot's eyes immediately became wary.
Du Wei could clearly feel that this child seemed to have some hostility in his eyes.
"Also, you seem to be hiding something..." Du Wei smiled: "You seem to be in some trouble yourself."
He tapped his fingers on the paper twice: "I am very curious about you, and since you are about to become a member of the Knights of Roland's Sword, I have to check your origins... Of course. , there is no doubt about your personal background, but...your teacher, Mr. Cusa-Lima, seems a little...well, how should I put it, complicated!"
Du Wei said slowly while looking at the young man's expression carefully: "The Red Snow Mercenary Group...a ​​second-rate mercenary group. So when they were adventuring in the southern swamp, the group was destroyed. This news It won't attract too many people's attention, right. But I'm very curious. In the southern swamp, except for griffons, there are no other powerful monsters that can wipe out a mercenary group. So obviously, They encountered a group of griffins. This is the only explanation...but..."
Du Wei sighed: "A few days ago, the people I sent to the south came back and told me an interesting thing. Your teacher was the only person to survive from that mercenary group. Among his relics, there were actually None of the weapons have gryphon patterns! Isn’t this the custom there? He should have encountered a gryphon and escaped, so he should be qualified to do that, but he didn’t do it!”
Du Wei was unhurried. He had accurately captured a hint of nervousness in the young man's eyes.
"This is the first doubt. The second doubt is... your teacher died in a drunken fight two years ago... I'm curious, a bunch of drunkards were fighting, and your teacher was also a sixth-level warrior after all... ...Of course. I guess your teacher's strength may be more than level 6. But the question is...how could a level 6 warrior be beaten to death in a drunken brawl? This is almost like saying, a knighthood The leader of the regiment fell to death while riding a horse...a joke!"
Du Wei's tone became more and more severe.
As for Kakarot, the boy's hand on his leg had been tightly squeezed into a fist, and it was still trembling slightly. His expression was cold and his lips were tightly pursed.
"The third doubt." Du Wei said lightly: "You, as your teacher's apprentice. You were adopted by him when you were eight years old. It can be said that he can even be regarded as your father! He raised you and taught you Your martial arts skills and training you as an adult. What a great favor is this? It stands to reason that he was beaten to death by a group of drunkards. As his apprentice and adopted son, you are a young man with strong blood. You should not be like that kind of coward. You weakling, if it were another person, he would have taken a knife to seek revenge on those people! But you didn't!"
Kakarot's body began to tremble, and he seemed to be trying his best to endure it.
"The fourth doubtful point is that after your teacher died, you mourned him, and then you disappeared! According to the records, you disappeared for two full years. Where have you been during these two years? Not in your hometown
, there is no record of any work... Where did you go? In the southern swamps? Live like a savage for two years?" Du Wei smiled softly.
"The fifth doubt is that your current strength is much stronger than when you disappeared two years ago, right? Your teacher was only level six, but the strength you showed in the ring should have reached level seven or above.
Of course. Maybe you are a genius. Your achievements exceed those of the teacher, which can barely be explained... However, I feel that things are not that simple."
"The sixth doubt is even more interesting to me." Du Wei smiled, raised his eyebrows, and then stared closely at Kakarot, staring into the young man's eyes: "That's it.
About three months ago, you returned to your hometown, but just three days later, the local garrison commander of Ziye City in the south, the hometown of you and your teacher, encountered an assassination attempt by an enemy! Although he was later assassinated
It failed, but six of the guards of the garrison commander died! Of course... I'm not saying that it was you who did this... It's just that after this happened, you disappeared again! And then
You have arrived at the Imperial Capital."
After finishing speaking, Du Wei looked at the young man with a smile: "Dear Kakarot, you won't tell me that all this is just a coincidence."
Kakarot stood up suddenly, took a few steps back quickly, widened his eyes, and stared at Duwei: "Your Majesty, what do you want!"
Du Wei was still sitting there, looking at the young man with a smile.
It was probably Du Wei's eyes that put too much pressure on Kakarot. The two looked at each other for a while, and the young man finally couldn't bear the pressure from Du Wei's eyes.
Turning around, he pulled out a short spear from under the warrior robe at his waist, and held it tightly with both hands...
Fortunately, he still had some sense left and did not point a spear at Du Wei rashly.
Du Wei sighed and looked at the young man: "It seems... you were the one responsible for the assassination. Your reaction has proven my suspicion."
"Then what do you want to do? Catch me!" Kakarot said proudly, with the stubbornness and unyielding characteristic of a young man on his face.
"No, no, no." Du Wei shook his head, smiled lazily, and stretched: "I'm not from the Imperial Supervision Office. This matter is not my responsibility...and..." He stretched out his finger.
Pointing at Kakarot's short spear, he nodded and smiled gently: "If I were you, I would put this iron rod away. You should know very well that you are not me at all if you are holding this thing.
If I want to capture you, I don’t need to call you here, I can just send a team of soldiers to capture you.”
"You...what do you want!" Kakarot glared at Duwei.
"It's very simple." Du Wei picked up the tea cup in front of him and blew on it: "You are one of the future leaders of our Knights of Roland's Sword, so it is necessary for me to fully understand you. It's that simple."
As he said that, he pointed to the chair in front of him again: "Now, sit down and talk, young man, tell me your story, maybe I can help you."
Kakarot hesitated for a while, the young man was struggling internally, but in the end, he finally sat down. After all, he was not facing an ordinary opponent, but the world-famous Tulip Duke! A man with both magic and martial arts skills.
To be continued...