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
"Gentlemen, I already told you. We are adventurers."
"You dare disobey Viscount Syria's guards?!" One guard approached Alex, lifting his right hand and striking it down on Alex's shoulder to bring him to his knees, but to his shock, he slammed metal.
Bam!
His bones almost shattered, causing him to grunt deeply as his face turned crimson.
"You…!"
Shing!
Other guards unsheathed their swords, but the King Swordsmen blurred into action. Almost instantly, they closed the gap, swinging their twin swords with swiftness.
In the next moment, the sound of their swords sliding back into their sheaths as they made their way up the sentry tower dispersed through the cold, chilly wind.
The hem of their cloaks bounced against their boots as they climbed the staircase. Upon arrival at the second floor, a King Swordsman knocked twice.
Click! Creak!