Every era has its own legend, and behind each legend is a famous hero. This story happened before the black dragon attacked the King City of kairandier. It belongs to the king of Northland.

    The hero of our story is Gladwell, born in a declining noble family in Northland, the north of the Empire. His father ruined the family property and fief left by his ancestors because he was fond of gambling and whoring. In grawell''s generation, only an old two handed sword and a swallow tail flag symbolizing trainee Knight status remain in the family property left by his ancestors. It was a black eagle flag with a black edge and white background, which was once a symbol of the glory of grawell''s family.

    Grawell''s mother married someone else because she couldn''t stand her husband''s rudeness and lack of ambition. Glawell felt his life was terrible and he began to abandon himself. He also became like his father, idling away his time every day.

    All these changes began on the day of Gladwell''s father''s funeral

    When grawell was ten years old, his father accidentally fell into a deep ditch and died on his way home because of drinking.

    On the day of father''s funeral, many people came to the family.

    Among them were glawell''s relatives, creditors who came to collect debts, and even the owner of the bar his father used to go to. When so many people came at once, Gladwell was a little overwhelmed.

    In this way, in the tears of people who were not so sincere, my father was buried.

    As soon as his father died, the only things left in the family were quickly removed by the people who came to the funeral. Under the protection of Gladwell, the two handed sword and the flag symbolizing the family were not taken away.

    In fact, Gladwell had mixed feelings about his father''s death. Although my father didn''t do much to be a father, after all, he was his biological father. Facing his father''s cold body, Gladwell cried alone. He is asking the Almighty God why his fate is so ill? The death of his father made Gladwell feel that he could no longer waste his time like this, because his father''s end was a living example.

    So he made up his mind to leave home and apprentice to a businessman. Because of his excellent performance, the merchant recommended him to a knight as a squire. You know, knights are very noble in the German Empire. To be a knight is what every boy yearns for.

    In addition to his daily work, Gladwell learned a lot from the knight. Later, the knight died in the war, and the knight''s property became the property of others.

    Gladwell had no choice but to leave the sad land with a long sword and a flag. Gladwell was eighteen years old, eight years after his father''s death.

    Now Gladwell had nothing again, and his only companion was the sword and flag.

    Nowadays, the whole empire is full of dangers and opportunities. As many people become rich and become king overnight, more people will break up their families and die.

    Gladwell boarded a freighter bound for the port of common in the south of the Empire.

    The cargo ship finally docked at the port of Pulin. Thank God, grawell didn''t meet pirates on the way.

    After getting off the ship, gravy saw several supervisors on the dock beating the slaves who were carrying the goods on board with whips.

    Gladwell hated this practice because he felt that all men were created equal. But he knew that he was a newcomer, so he''d better make less trouble. Besides, I have no power and power, and I can''t help much.

    But fate happened to be such a coincidence that a thin slave tried to escape and ran to grawell.

    Gladwell watched as the slave was caught by the supervisor in front of him. The supervisor went up and beat him without saying a word.

    "Bah, you''re such a loser and want to escape. You''re a bitch." after scolding, the supervisor severely kicked the slave.

    "Is there really a distinction between high and low in human life?" grawell asked himself in his heart

    "That''s enough," cried Gladwell to the supervisor

    The passers-by looked at grawell one after another. After a few seconds, they were busy again. They may have been used to the life of the law of the jungle, and "numbness" has become a true portrayal of them.

    At this time, the supervisor looked at the young man in front of him.

    "Hey, boy. You''d better mind your own business and watch your head! This is the slave of my master. We can do whatever we like. Can you manage it?"

    The supervisor said in a threatening tone and kicked the slave more.

    "But he''s not your slave now."

    Gladwell threw a bulging purse to the supervisor. There were a hundred silver dragon coins in that money bag. You know, it was all the savings of Gladwell who had been a squire to the knight for several years. At that time, the monthly income of an ordinary family was only about 30 Silver Dragon coins.

    Originally, Gladwell wanted to use the money to do small business. It seems that all the plans have come to naught. Sometimes it''s not so easy to be a good person. Being a good person has to pay a price.

    The supervisor took the money bag and looked carefully at grawell. Looking at the dress temperament of Gladwell, he doesn''t look like a child of an ordinary family. In fact, everything about Gladwell was inherited from the knight who died in the war. Moreover, even some ideas were instilled into grawell by the knight.

    "The strong exists to protect the weak. The weak should strive to become strong to protect more weak. Don''t bully the weak and bully the soft and fear the hard. That''s the real meaning of chivalry!" this is what the knight who died in the war often taught Gladwell

    The supervisor was afraid of offending Gladwell. It would be difficult if he were the young master of a prominent aristocracy. On the other hand, Gladwell gave him enough money for the supervisor to buy two or three slaves.

    "All right, smelly boy. I''ll let you go for the sake of the young master today." the supervisor said, pointing to the slave

    The slave looked at Gladwell with gratitude. For a moment, he didn''t know how to express his gratitude. The storm came to an end.

    Gladwell came to a nearby hotel from the pier. The slave dragged his black and blue body behind Gladwell.