Even though the Crownguard family has never acknowledged his illegitimate son, and even though his mother did not tell him the identity of his father when she sank into the cold river, for Pande, the glory of Crownguard was his last pride.

That's right, during those days when he was wandering in Mithral City, the Crownguard's surname was once Pendor's only support.

He clearly remembered the days two years ago when he was carrying sandbags and transporting stones at the dock of Mithril City Port.

After the war, Mithril City was in dire straits and lacked supplies. A twelve-year-old child had to do half the work of an adult for no pay, or in other words, the pay was barely enough to fill his stomach.

At that time, Pan De was resigned to the situation and didn't say a word no matter how much he was teased by the veterans at the dock. It wasn't until someone found out his last name and said to him, "You deserve to be named Crown Guard," that he finally couldn't help but take up swinging.

Fists - then, he was severely punished by the troublemaker.

Now Pan De is taller than the average person. He is so tall that even the teacher needs to look up to him. But when he was twelve years old, he was just a thin bamboo pole. Although he was not short, he was still too weak.

Of course, the mean-mouthed guy didn't do well either. He had a deep crescent-shaped scar on his left hand and his toe was stepped on and fractured.

After that, Pende was driven away from the dock. When he met Forsbarrow taking the initiative to absorb immigrants, Pende, who had nowhere to go, came to Forsbarrow.

After arriving at Forsbarrow, he originally planned to put in some effort like when he was in Mithril City, but what he didn't expect was that the clerk refused to introduce him after confirming that he was indeed only twelve years old.

The demands of work sent him to school instead.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Then, there are two years of school life.

To be honest, when Pan De recalled this, he was a little surprised.

It seems that I have completely subconsciously blurred the wandering experience of twelve years old. Except for some moments with my mother, the past twelve years seem to be just a blurred dream. Even if I try hard to recall, I can't remember it clearly.

On the contrary, Pande's memory of what happened in the past two years is so clear.

Even after I came to school, the extremely embarrassing incident of eating five people's lunch for the first time and leaving Teacher Mori without a meal was as clear as if it only happened yesterday.

Blinking his eyes, Pande couldn't help but think of his mother again.

I remembered my mother's silence when she was sent to the city wall as the flood spread.

I think of my mother's warm embrace, good smell and regular heartbeat when I was younger.

That was all the tenderness Pande had before he was twelve years old.

After coming to Forsbarrow, Pande once told himself that he would work hard to become a Northern Walker and a new noble, and then return to Mithril City to find that coward and give him a gift for the father he had never met.

A slap in the face told him that he was a scumbag and that he had let down a great woman.

But when he laid his eyes on the paper and looked at the short life of the Dharma Protector named Uno Pasent, an unprecedented thought appeared in his mind.

Maybe, that scumbag doesn't deserve to be his father at all.

"You come from Mithril City, and you know very well what kind of people most of the real Crown Guards are." Mori obviously didn't know what Pande was thinking, but he just thought that he was unwilling to give up the honor that the name Crown Guards carries. "

My child, you are fourteen years old now, and I remember you said that Lady Laxana is the person you respect and admire the most."

Pande, whose thoughts were a little confused, nodded subconsciously.

"And her greatness probably does not come from Crown Guard." Mori lowered his voice, "Furthermore, according to the rules, perhaps the descendants of your lord will no longer have Crown Guard as their surname, but Laxana."

"..."

"Child, my name is Mori Sani." Looking at Pander, who was still dumbfounded, Mori sighed softly, and gave a rare testimony, "Sani is also a surname that carries honor, but in the past three years,

More than ten years of wandering have told me that the glory of Sani does not lie in the surname itself... I hope to recommend you to Your Majesty the Count because I hope you will forget those stupid pasts and those insects that have no pursuits, start over, and rush to the future.

A great future of your own.”

Pande still didn't speak, he just bit his lips tightly, his eyes were red as if they were about to drip blood.

In a daze, his eyes finally fell on the signature belonging to Uno Pasente.

"I agree to hand over the death benefit to ____ Pasente and support him in growing up. (Signed) Uno Pasente"

The signature is not good-looking, objectively speaking, it is not even as good-looking as Pan De's own handwriting.

But looking at this string of smooth signatures, at this moment, Pan De just felt like a wake-up call.

He has never met Uno, but he is willing to give all the pension and honor he received in exchange for his death to a child he has never met.

But his biological father, because of his damn noble honor, has not seen him for fourteen years and has not given him any support.

Crownguard, what a glorious surname!

But what does that have to do with myself?

I was able to grow up so big in the north because of the needlework and frostbite in my mother's hands, the calluses on my back and soles of my feet, the subsidies from Lady Laxana, and the help from Forsbarrow's classmates.

Rather than some ghostly, illusory, aloof Crown Guard!

I am no longer the child with only one hope named Crown Guard!

Perhaps this law-enforcer just wanted to leave some commemoration for himself after his death.

But that's better than a certain Crown Guard nobleman who has been a coward for more than ten years.

Gritting his teeth and picking up the pen, Pan De trembled and signed his name in the blank space carefully and carefully.

Then, when Mo Li took the ink pad, he bit his own fingers hard like he bit the hand of the old man from the dock, one after another, leaving his own marks in the blank space.

All finger marks.

The ten bright red fingerprints seem to be the accusation of a child who has cried blood for twelve years.

Since then, Forsbarrow has no Pendor Crownguard, only Pendor Parsont!

After doing all this, Pander Parsont finally couldn't hold on any longer.

He pressed the contract on the table, turned to look out the window, wiped his nose with his fur sleeves, and raised his face slightly.

There was heavy snow outside the window.
Chapter completed!