After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX
"Your Lordship!"
Both of them kneeled.
[Ding! You have upgraded your BloodBlades to Noble BloodBlades!]
Just the sight of these men in their golden armor caused a silent ripple of respect throughout the camp. They were like stars in the sky. Bright, resplendent, and several folds more imposing than the other soldiers.
No one could see their eyes, even though the T-shaped opening was supposed to reveal their eyes, nose, and mouths. Unlike their expectations, everything revealed by that opening was pitch darkness.
It was as if that opening was a black hole.
When both of them got up, Asher felt hunger for his own armor. It was high time a lord like him got his own armor because the battles would get increasingly chaotic.