Chapter 2 Exile: Brother's "Love" He has The Chosen.

With a twisted face, the younger brother sneered, "Once you go to that corrupted land, you won't have a chance to come back. I'd regret not savoring your expression now."

Field's nails dug deep into his flesh, his fist making cracking sounds from the force exerted, as he asked coldly, "I haven't done anything to you. Why target me?"

"Because you gave me that damn Qi potion. After taking it, I couldn't even break through to the first level of knighthood! Everyone calls me worthless behind my back, and it's all your fault! You must have poisoned it!"

Field felt sick to his stomach. "That's because your talent is too poor."

"Hehe, anyway, even if you had a lover, I would still snatch her away and let countless vagrants ravage her! Oh, too bad you won't have one, bastard!" The brother made a smug face.

"You scum!" Field's anger reached its peak. The original owner was just a good-for-nothing.

Indeed, doing good deeds would only make enemies. It was like mending bridges and leaving no corpses; killing and arson were the surefire ways to success. These bastards who knew no shame and decency had to be educated with fists! "You're asking for it!"

A fierce knee strike sent him flying backward. Field erupted in anger, landing another blow to his face, splattering it with blood.

Everyone was stunned. Field, usually honest, was unexpectedly brutal.

"I hate it when people threaten me."

Seizing the moment before the guards reacted, Field grabbed his brother's golden curls and prepared to slam him to the ground.

Suddenly, he felt his neck tighten, and he was lifted high into the air.

In an instant, the painful sensation of suffocation made Field feel death approaching.

"What are you doing to my lord?" Holding Field was a woman with striking features, her long auburn hair most captivating, but the most remarkable was the mysterious runes on her forehead.

"The Chosen?" Field was astonished.

In this world, there existed divine powers, and The Chosen were key. They were extremely special beings, surpassing Qi and magic, possessing various unimaginable powers, including combat, support, and construction.

Damn it, only women could become the chosen ones. Perhaps the gods of this world were all women.

Just as Field was about to pass out, he felt a whirlwind, then a sharp pain in his back as he was thrown against the wall.

"Hehe, didn't dare to kill me after all."

"Ah! I'll kill you!" The brother coughed loudly, drawing his sword.

Field wiped the blood from his mouth, knowing he was no match for The Chosen. He stopped bickering with them, endured the pain, and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, his brother, who had not yet assumed his position, already had the protection of The Chosen, which made Field feel even more threatened.

With no capital to sit and wait for death, and now having offended his brother, Field knew he had to act, or he might be captured and tortured by his brother tonight.

"I'll be back to mess you up." Field's eyes narrowed, his anger undisguised.

Under modern education, there were no cowards!

"So, what's that annoying green dot?" Field pondered as he looked at the map in front of him, visible only to him. "It appeared on the day of my crossing, perhaps related to the lord's talent."

Where there was darkness, there was light. Corresponding to "The Chosen" were the "Lords." By signing a contract with The Chosen, lords could mutually grow and develop, often related to their territory. However, there were also rare innate talents where one had no territory or contract with The Chosen but still possessed talent.

Naturally, the original owner didn't have it, but Field, who crossed over, possessed this rare talent.

Of course, it could also be glaucoma or cataracts. Everything had to be seen to be believed, but it wasn't far, just in Golden Eagle City.

After packing his luggage, the steward had already taken the gold coins, and Field, with his servants, awaited him with a look of despair.

Knowing he was going to the cursed land, the steward felt like hanging himself, but suicide wouldn't get him to heaven, so he reluctantly went to send him off.

"Let's go." Field was heavy-hearted, not in the mood to comfort his steward.

As soon as he opened the gate of the manor, a group of cavalrymen in mismatched armor appeared in sight, with a man in a red robe and a long lance over his shoulder walking out from among them. "Respected Baron Field, I am Cavalry Captain Connor, assigned as your escort. I believe we will have a pleasant journey."

"Then I'll rely on you, Connor."

Field replied politely but felt alarm bells ringing in his mind.

Although they were said to be escorts, the cavalries' fierce expressions did not inspire any sense of security. Field even suspected that he would be killed and robbed as soon as he left.

Of course, the possibility was small. Registered knights generally wouldn't commit murder of nobles, ruining their own future.

Field shrugged. "Maybe they're here to monitor me, to supervise me to the gallows."

"First, let's go to Golden Eagle City. Developing the Nightfall Domain will require a lot of supplies."

Field planned to see what the green dot was.

Golden Eagle City, as the second largest city in the Ross family's territory, possessed unparalleled commercial power. It was assigned to his second sister, and it was said that the annual tax revenue was six hundred thousand gold coins, making Field's meager five hundred gold coins particularly glaring.

After a morning's journey by carriage, Field arrived at the large city covering forty square kilometers.

Different from the modern era, the soldiers guarding the city gate lounged against the city wall, telling crude jokes or harassing the lower-class people entering the city, demanding exorbitant entrance fees.

It wasn't until they saw the cavalry unit clearing the way for Field that a military officer stood up abruptly from his chair.

"Quick, move those peasant stuff out of the way. A noble is passing through here. Open your eyes, idiots!" 

The lazy soldiers immediately straightened up, driving the commoners and merchants to the side, clearing the way, and then bowed deferentially to Field with ingratiating expressions.

Though not favored, Field was still a noble, and ordinary people didn't dare to offend him.

Slowing his horse down, Field approached the direction indicated by the green dot.

The officer at the city gate heaved a sigh of relief. As long as no one caused trouble for him, it was a good day, so he continued to let his subordinates collect taxes, while he poured himself two glasses of olive wine, reclining on his chair to soak up the sun.

Guided by the green dot, Field arrived at the slave market in the northern part of the city.

"Oh! This damn place, it smells like pigweed mixed with dung, a peculiar stench that makes your nose tingle." Captain Connor wrinkled his brow, fanning the air in front of him with his hand, but it was of no use; the foul odor still penetrated straight into his nostrils.