A few days later, one morning.
Walking in the attic, at the end there is a hall.
There were guards standing everywhere, all wearing armor, with sharp eyes, and they all looked like elite soldiers.
Walking here quietly, Athir's eyes did not change, he just looked towards the hall at the end, where someone was waiting for him.
After a period of buffer, the owner of the castle, Count Bolia finally summoned Athir and asked him to come here in person to meet him today.
"Please come with me, my Lord is waiting for you inside."
A young man dressed in a black suit, who looked like a servant, smiled and spoke to Athir respectfully and politely, and personally led the way for him.
Athir nodded, his expression unchanged, and followed the young man in front of him.
After walking a long distance, we finally reached our destination.
"Please go in by yourself, Lord Bolia is inside!" When they reached an intersection, the young man looked at Athir with some apology and said to him.
"Thank you." Athir smiled and walked forward.
Inside, a tall middle-aged man was standing there, waiting for him quietly.
"Sir!" Without much hesitation, Athir half-knelt towards the man.
"Get up." A majestic voice came from the front.
Sensing Athir's arrival, the middle-aged man opposite turned around and spoke.
Only then did Atier stand up and look up to see the other person's appearance clearly.
This is a tall and dignified middle-aged man who looks to be no more than thirty years old. He has strong muscles all over his body and a broad and dignified face.
He was wearing a black robe, with a gentle expression on his face, looking at Athir quietly.
This was the first time that Athir had such close contact and observation with Count Boria. Although in Athir's memory, Count Boria would often patrol everywhere, but every time he appeared, he was accompanied by many guards. It was the first time in his memory that he had talked with Athir alone like today.
After seeing the face of the earl, Athir's body suddenly stiffened, because the sound of a chip machine suddenly rang in his mind.
"Name: Boria, Fakus. Strength: 5.7. Agility: 5.4. Constitution: 5.8."
"Ding! The target's life is in great danger, it is recommended to stay away!"
In an instant, Count Bolia's physical data was transmitted to his mind through the chip, which shocked Athir's heart.
"Such data!" He was shocked and a little bit unbelievable.
It has been half a year since Athir was reborn into this world. The Count Boria in front of him is the strongest man he has ever seen, even stronger than the previous Knight Flar.
Fular is already at the peak level of a knight, so what level should Count Bolia be at?
On the other side, as if sensing Athir's nervousness, Count Bolia smiled gently, looking like a kind elder: "Don't be so nervous, relax a little."
"You and I have the same last name, and your father is my cousin. If you really want to talk about it, you can call me uncle."
Athir was startled, then quickly reacted, with a friendly and shy smile on his face: "Yes, Uncle Boria."
"That's right."
Seemingly satisfied with Athir's attitude, Count Bolia smiled and nodded, and said to Athir: "Time really flies. Until now, I still remember how you looked when your father sent you here three years ago. You were so cute and shy. I didn't expect that you would become a knight so soon."
As he spoke, he walked behind him, took out a box from behind and placed it on the table in front of Athir.
The box was very large and looked pitch black on the outside, but it was very clean and no one knew what was inside.
"Open it. Inside is a gift from me for you. Consider it a celebration of your promotion to knight." He looked at Athir and spoke gently, like an elder who cares about the younger generation.
Athir walked forward and opened the box under the gaze of Count Bolia, revealing the contents.
Inside the box was a black sword that looked clean and transparent, reflecting a faint glow under the light.
"Is this... a weapon forged from black steel?"
Looking at the weapon, Athir stroked it gently. The cold touch made him stunned, and he said uncertainly.
Black steel is a special metal in this world. It is produced in very small quantities and is only found in a few mysterious places.
Weapons made of this black steel are not only light but also strong and sharp, so they are very precious.
If the long sword in front of Athir was really forged from black steel, it would be worth at least five or six thousand gold coins, which is at least equivalent to the total annual income of an ordinary baron.
"good."
In response to Athir's question, Count Bolia kept a smile on his face and nodded in affirmation: "This is indeed a weapon forged from black steel. I accidentally obtained it on the battlefield when I was young and have kept it until now."
"Come on, pick it up and try it to see if it works." He said to Athir encouragingly.
Atier did not hesitate. He stretched out his right hand and picked up the Hei Rui sword in the wooden box.
The black sword was even lighter than Athir had imagined. It seemed to have no weight and even a child could lift it.
Moreover, holding this sword, Athir vaguely felt that the conduction of life energy in his body seemed to become easier.
This is also one of the characteristics of black steel, which allows the knight to conduct life energy more easily and use less strength to perform the knight's secret skills.
"It's appropriate."
Feeling the sword in his hand, after a while, Athir spoke truthfully.
"Since it's suitable, accept it."
Count Bolia nodded first, looked at Athir, and after a while, he said casually, "I heard that you have been asking your father about your mother's situation?"
Hearing this, Adi was stunned.
In his memory, in the past, before he traveled through time, the original owner of this body was indeed very persistent about this matter. Even after arriving at Count Polya's castle, he did not give up and often wrote to the father of this body to inquire about it.
In response, Athir had no choice but to nod along with the other party's words, pretending to be excited: "Does the Lord know about my mother's situation?"
Seeing Athir's performance, Count Bolia smiled and said, "I have heard some of the things that happened between your father and mother."
"Your mother is, in fact, an elf from far away."
"What!" Hearing Boria's words, Athir showed a "shocked" expression on his face, which looked very real.
Strictly speaking, this expression is not completely fake.
Although he was mentally prepared for similar speculations, he was still somewhat surprised when he heard the final answer.
The so-called elves are a real species in this world. According to rumors, they are located on another continent and rarely appear here.
Looking at Athir's "shocked" expression, Count Bolia pondered for a while and slowly told a beautiful story.
The main plot is about the love story between an elf who wanders to a foreign country and a young and strong human lord. The story sounds very touching and can almost be written into a romantic epic.
While Count Bolia was telling the story, Athir listened with gritted teeth, an excited expression on his face, and quietly listened to the whole story.
"...Unfortunately, any love that disregards other people's opinions is bound to attract opposition from certain people. When you were very young, some people who couldn't stand your father's union with the elf attacked your mother and killed her."
"You originally had a twin sister, but she also died during that incident. Since then, your father was extremely sad. He began to hate others mentioning your mother, so he didn't want to tell you these things."
"Now that you have grown up, there are some things you should know. Since your father is not in a position to tell you, I will tell you on his behalf." Count Polya said at the end.
Opposite him, Athir had an expression of sadness and emotion on his face, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked very emotional.
Seeing him like this, Count Bolia nodded with some satisfaction, said something kindly to Athir, handed Athir a badge symbolizing his knight's credentials, and then sent him out.
Athir walked out slowly, with a sad look on his face, and went all the way to his room.
After walking into the room, Athir closed the door, and the sadness and emotion on his face disappeared without a trace.
"A disgusting, corny, old-fashioned, boring, third-rate love story." Athir had a blank expression on his face as he quietly expressed his inner assessment.
Athir didn't believe the story Count Bolia had just told him at all.
In Athir's memory, his father had always been a domineering and barbaric man. Although he was very good to Athir, he was usually lustful and cruel. It was common for him to rob civilian girls. When he was angry, he would beat to death the girls he had abducted.
What kind of romantic love story would happen between such a person and an elf? Most likely, they would just take a fancy to her and force themselves on her.
Count Bolia was probably embarrassed to say bad things about Athir's father, so he tried to cover it up.
As for why Athir was so sure?
Because among the books that Athir had read before, there happened to be an epic poem praising love. If the names in the story were changed, it would be exactly the same as the story told by Count Polya.
According to Athir's speculation, the real truth back then was that his father forcibly captured his mother into the territory just to vent his desires, but it ended up causing Athir's mother to become pregnant, and then gave birth to Athir and his possible sister.
After a few years, perhaps because people relaxed their vigilance, Athir's mother took the opportunity to escape from this place. Before leaving, she also took Athir's sister away. In the end, it is unknown whether she was killed or managed to escape successfully.
Athir speculated that the probability of successfully escaping should be higher, otherwise Athir's sister would be more likely to be left behind.
"But if this is really the case, then the powerful talent of this body and the importance of this body's father are clearly explained." Thinking of this, Athir murmured to himself.
In this world, it is actually extremely difficult for elves and humans to produce offspring.
According to records, it is difficult for elves and humans to produce offspring, but once offspring are produced, the hybrid of elves and humans will combine all the advantages of their parents, and their talents will be very strong, and they will be natural geniuses.
However, although it is difficult for humans and elves to produce offspring, half-elves do not have this problem. They can reproduce normally with both humans and elves, and their offspring will even inherit the powerful talents of half-elves.
The father of Athir in this world was a man with weak knight talent. The knight blood in his body was almost disappearing, and he had no descendants. In this situation, Athir suddenly appeared as an heir, and naturally he was treated as a treasure and was given high hopes.
On the other hand, for Athir's mother, half-elf descendants were also extremely rare, so she took Athir's sister away without hesitation. It is estimated that the reason why she failed to take Athir away was because Athir, as the heir, was watched too closely and could not be taken away.
(End of this chapter)