MTL - The State Arranged For Me To Farm - Chapter 71

Song Zhong’s parents were the geniuses of the sect. But they were apparently killed while on a mission when he was barely 6. As he apparently did not excel in any of the 5 elements, in fact, all 5 elements are in balance in his body. Thus, our fatty is deemed to be trash and does not deserve the respect his parents had.

Unrivaled Spear Knight.

The stereotype that knights must use swords is broken by the brightest star of a duke’s family. The hero that brought an end to the empire’s civil war. The name of that person is Joshua Sanders.

Despite his reputation of being called the empire’s unrivaled spear, he was bleeding dark red blood. Not just anyone but by the hand of his own emperor, Kaiser… “Kaiser! Don’t think it will end like this!!” Moments before death, incurred by magic circle, the spear that spent its years together with him, ‘Lugia’, started to emit an enormous amount of energy…

This familiar place, it can’t be… the stable that I used to live in when I was young?

My body became young?! Lugia, what the hell are you?

Joshua returned to his younger self. His ultimate revenge starts here!

Do not betray your employer;
Do not betray your companions;
do not lie;
Rather than violate it, I would rather be silent.
These are the four laws that “The Silent One” has abided by for thousands of years.

Day and night we roamed the streets of the Yordian cities,
Dressed in Chinese clothes, wearing a mask, with a long sword on his waist and a dagger in his pocket.
We take lives and receive payment.
We are as humble as ants and as noble as kings.
We hold the power over the life and death of others.
I never cared when I died.

Content tags: Fantasy and Magic Romance of the West Revenge

Search keywords: Protagonist: Giuliano, Enzo ┃ Supporting role: Antoine ┃ Others: fantasy, fictional, assassin

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