In the bygone era, as Alex ambled through the bustling marketplace with just 80 copper coins jingling in his pocket, he hesitated to part with even a single one. After much contemplation, he realized that an iHex knife was the only iHex-containing object he could afford. However, a small note attached to it, bearing the words "Frequent use and anti-rust," gave him pause.

Gulan, the grizzled proprietor of the weapons shop, lifted his heavy eyelids with great effort and cast a languid glance at Alex, who had been hovering around the most affordable goods in the store for half the afternoon. With a disdainful snort, he remarked, "Fret not, lad. You won't have to worry about long-term weapon maintenance."

"Then give me the cheapest one that doesn't need repairs, thank you very much!" retorted the cloth-clad knight.

Minutes later, Alex emerged from the shop with a wooden sword in hand and seventy-five copper coins left in his pocket. The kind-hearted shopkeeper had wanted to hand him a paper bag to use as a scabbard, but Alex, with a touch of pride, declined. He didn't want people to think he was carrying a loaf of bread into battle against the devil.

Inside the medicine shop, Alex gazed upon the various bottles filled with potions labeled "24-hour rapid replenishment of physical strength." Alas, he discovered that even the cheapest potion cost a hefty 20 copper coins.

"This is worth two copper coins. What kind of grass juice is this? It looks like red leaf flower, doesn't it?" Alex inquired.

The skinny and tall pharmacist, scowling at the flies buzzing around the counter, retorted, "From whence have these numerous flies emerged? Refrain from tainting my medicine."

Alex gestured toward a pile of cloth bags near the door. "What are these for?"

"Those are for people who buy medicine."

"In other words, you're giving them away for free?" Alex retorted as he grabbed a few bags and walked away.

Agatha, the enigmatic owner of the equipment shop, seemed to be a member of a secret gang. Alex couldn't decipher the code she used, and she simply ignored him. Later, he discovered that the secret code was the sound of coins clinking on the table. The cheapest cloth clothes cost fifty copper coins, fifteen for a belt, and thirty for a pair of boots.

"A helmet... I mean, the straw hat in the corner - that's thirty-five too? So... fifty plus fifteen plus thirty plus thirty equals... seventy. My calculations are correct. It's not that I can't count. That's all I have. If you can't accept it, that's fine."

Agatha sighed, tore off the sleeves of the cloth, and threw them to him.

Alex walked happily down the street wearing a straw hat and a wooden sword. He now had everything a traveling warrior needed. Next, he needed to take the first step like the legendary great knights.

Just as he was about to take that first step, a voice suddenly echoed in Alex's ear, right next to him.

Alex looked around but saw an old man sitting on a bench in the open space by the roadside. He leaned weakly against a tree, wearing a shabby gray robe. His face had a sickly pallor, and a broken bowl with a few copper coins lay at his feet. He looked so frail that it seemed he wouldn't be able to stand up again once he sat down.

The old man saw Alex looking at him and immediately called out in a weak voice, "Five copper coins, five copper coins to see your fortune..." People passed by, but no one seemed interested in the cheap fortune-telling service.

Just as Alex was about to walk away, the old man leaned forward and beckoned to him, as if summoning a loaf of bread that could walk.

Alex approached with a hint of apprehension.

The old man looked at Alex with eyes that seemed to glitter with gold coins and asked, "Don't you want to know your destiny?"

"Let's hear it."

"If you don't believe it, why should I tell you?"

"Tell me what will happen in the next week."

"You will meet people from afar. Be careful of beautiful women who appear around you, especially those who show special interest in you."

"And then?" Alex was intrigued.

"I'm hungry."

Alex scratched his head, took out a copper coin, and tossed it into the bowl. "I can only give you one copper coin..."

"Such a pity... You could have become the most powerful person in the world, but now you can only become an unknown swordsman." The old man examined the copper coin to make sure it was genuine.

Alex scratched his head and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"God was going to let me show you the way to infinite power, but since you're so stingy, I've decided to choose someone else."

"Can God change his mind so easily? ... So, how much does it cost to become the most powerful person?" Alex's eyes widened.

"Five copper coins."

"That's quite cheap. What if I gave you all the copper coins I have?"

"If you give me all the money you have, I won't say anything. I'll close up shop right away and find a place to eat."

The old man's frankness made Alex laugh. He dropped two more copper coins into the bowl. "This should be enough for your bread today."

"You've now been upgraded to an ordinary knight..." The old man nodded and said.

At that moment, a gold coin landed in the old man's bowl, and a wealthy man pushed Alex aside.

"You will become a paladin." The old man nodded and said.

"Dude, you've been ripped off. One gold coin is enough to be a paladin 200 times over." Alex said to the beaming man.

The wealthy man gave him a disdainful look and leaned close to the old man. "I don't want to be a paladin. I just want to know if the most beautiful woman in the city, Bilina, will like me?"

"Oh, that's much harder than saving the world." The old man put away the bowl and tried to slip away.

Just then, another group of people rushed over. "You lying old bastard! Our boss just paid five copper coins to become a paladin, but as soon as we left the city, a monster bit off his leg. Give us our money back!"

The old man clutched the bowl in his arms and shouted, "Even the dead can be paladins. What does it matter if he has a broken leg?" But he was still kicked to the ground, the money in the bowl scattered, and the adventurers scrambled to pick it up.

"Hey, one of those gold coins is mine!" the wealthy man shouted as he rushed forward, but he was promptly punched in the face and collapsed on the ground unconscious.

When they dispersed, the old man shivered on the ground to see if there was any money left.

Alex sighed, squatted down, and placed another copper coin in the old man's hand. "Okay, let's change to a safer profession."

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"Why didn't you rush over and fight them just now and help me get my money back!?" the old man asked angrily.

Alex felt both angry and amused. "I didn't want to end up on the ground on my first day in the city."

"What a pity. What are you afraid of? When you're about to be killed, there will naturally be a beautiful woman to save you. She happens to be the daughter of this country's military commander, so you naturally embark on the path of paladin, but now it's good. You're greedy and afraid of death, and the opportunity is gone."

"Are you delusional?"

"No, because I have a pair of eyes that can see the future." Just then, several horses approached them, the first of which was ridden by a beautiful woman in luxurious clothing, with a proud demeanor, followed by an attendant. They didn't notice Alex and were about to ride over him.

But if Alex was fighting with someone at this moment...

"I don't want to seek God's guidance. I just need your eyes!" Alex lunged at the old man.

The old man shielded his eyes and said, "It was just a joke. I just happened to see them running over."

"Humph, I'm joking too." Alex stood up and walked away.

In the corner of the square, Alex heard a singer in the crowd singing a ballad about the adventures of ancient knights: "The girl finally parted her magnificent lips and whispered in the ear of the nightwalker. Her shyness entranced the knight, who dropped his magic-stained sword at her feet and brushed aside the hand that had vanquished the magic dragon at this moment. The icy and snowy skin on her delicate shoulders trembled slightly. The knight could no longer suppress the flame in his body. He picked up the princess and called her name, tearing off the white silk that covered her tranquil body... Oh... Lala... "

"Encore, continue singing the song!" someone shouted in the crowd.

Alex frowned, stepped forward, and shouted, "It's not like this!"

"Don't bother him, it's the critical moment!" People stared back at him.

"It's not like that," Alex shouted. "I've heard this "Havok" 200 times. Although the Havok Knight was the first of the 12 knights to see the princess, he was seriously injured at that time. He was sent all the way to Giantfin Harbor and handed over to the Helan Knight and the Still Water Knight. She was seriously injured and died. She didn't even touch her all the way, so later people called him a model of knights. How could there be a paragraph between him and the princess? How could it be changed to this way?"

The singer in the crowd rushed out: "Which bastard is talking crazy under the statue of King Iragus! I sang the authentic "Song of the Knight". Where did you hear it from when you heard it?

Oh? Is this called Song of the Knight? I always thought his name was The Legend of the Twelve Knights, which was told to me by Uncle Alpha in our village when I was a child." There was laughter in the crowd.

"Let's go, boy, don't make trouble here!" Someone in the crowd waved his fist at Alex.

Alex walked out of the crowd. That story is by no means like this. At this time, a child pulled Alex's clothes.

It was a child in a pointed hat. He wore a cut robe in adult clothes picked up that didn't fit well. If it was also a robe, it was broken into long whiskers and dragged at his feet, and his hand stretched out of the big hole in his clothes. At a glance, he knew that it was his wanderer's camp to begging in the center of the city.

"I'm not rich, little guy." Alex said, "Really, I'm as poor as you."

"No! I want to tell you that I have heard someone who has the same grudge as you. He also said, "Now the real Song of the Knight has been lost, or it will be completely changed by later generations. He is also a singer. His name is Hex."

"Oh? Can he sing the real ancient scroll version of the Song of the Knight?"

"No, he doesn't know everything. He has been wandering all over the world just to make up for the whole epic. Last time he had a fight with other singers about this. He is on the other side of the square. I can take you there."

Alex walked through the square, and the afternoon sun made the stones on the tower emit milky white light. He saw the young man lying lazily in the sun with an orange piano in his arms, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

"I saw that you didn't have half the money in your hat." Alex said, "Why can't I hear the song when I come to a wandering singer?"

"There is nothing they like in my songs," Hex said. "I don't know that King Keder once married sixteen beautiful women, and I can't sing these boring things about how he begs for fun every night."

"So what's in your song?"

Hex's fingers lazily stroked the strings, and suddenly a piece of music gushed out, like a spring of light washing away the noise of the square, making the long-broken ancient clocks reverberate again.

"In my song, there are bells when Luritz walked through the church..." He brushed the piano again, and this time Alex seemed to hear the sound of snow and horse roar.

"And Kalier took the legion over Mount Kampala..." Hex's fingers moved quickly, and countless sounds jumped out, like Mars, beginning to converge into flames."The Idels captured the ancient capital. Their machetes were scorched yellow and burned for 70 days."

Alex managed to jump out of the historical fantasy in fHext of him. He shook his head: "I don't understand. You have such good piano skills, but no one listens to you."

"People are sleepwalking and can't hear my call. And I smelled a bad breath. I saw the darkness on the sunny ground, and something was hiding in the shadows, waiting for the night to come."

"That's great. Do you talk the same as reading a poem?" Alex said.

"No, this is the classic lyrics of When the Night Gushes out of the Earth, you idiot." Hex stared at him dissatisfiedly, "Maybe you should know the allusion of this poem."

"Does it mean that the demon clan gushed out of the ground four hundred years ago?"

"Yes, it's the beginning of the war." Hex looked at the swaming crowd in the square. "A moment before the sun set, people didn't know that it would not rise again." All three fell into silence.

"I hope the demon clan can come again," Alex suddenly became happy. "How boring life without feats is. I'm looking forward to such an adventure. If the demons pour out of the dungeon again, I can defeat them again and become a new hero."

Hex looked at the guy in fHext of him for a long time: "Become a new hero? You? I think you may die on page 28 of the story."

"At least I'm a swordsman, aren't I?" Alex waved his wooden sword, "And what about you? Make the devil cry and understand peace and love with your song?"

"Do you look down on a wanderer?" Hex sneered, "You are all blind people walking during the day. You can't see what I see."

"Wait, what about me? Maybe I am the hero of the future. The wanderer said.

"You? Oh, I'm sorry, the protagonist, we forgot you, er... What's your name?" Alex asked.

"Kirstin."

"Oh," Alex was indeed a little surprised. "A homeless man has such a noble surname, Kirstin? I almost thought you were a descendant of the greatest royal family 300 years ago. Don't name yourself in the future, okay?"

Hex suddenly stood up and said, "You don't realize what's coming. Being with you is just a waste of my time." He pulled his legs and walked far away, leaving Alex and the wanderer in place.

"That's how he is." Kirstin, the little wanderer, said, "You have to allow a chanter to have a temper, right?"

"I hope he can allow me to have a little temper. Why is he so angry when he hears that others want to be a hero?" Alex said.

"I heard... I guess the truth. He has a great teacher, because he knows a lot of things. For example, he can see things that you can't see at a glance, and he understands ancient elf language. This is a great thing. Without a master-level professor, it is impossible to learn.”

“It sounds more able than me, but now he is just drifting here. No wonder it's like a pot lid on a boiling kettle. What he said is coming? What's going on?"

"No one knows that maybe he has the ability to foresee or astrology. You can also find someone to calculate the fate. I heard that the crystal ball of the mage Steby in the city is very effective. You can see the future, but it takes five gold coins at a time."

"Oh, my God, I only have five, no, four coppers. Do you have anything cheaper?"

"Of course,'There is everything you need in the world.”the wandering child Kirstin looks like a world-ful persuader. "... as long as you are willing to empty your pocket.”

Now my head is as empty as my stomach. I have to find a place to get some money now. “Goodbye, my little prince." Alex pretended to salute him.

"Goodbye! My chief knight! The binger Hex returned to his house.”

This is just a homeless camp. There are several such camps in a big city like Kilo, but the destroyed broken houses, temporary huts, flying flies, and even the wild dogs that fall down look the same. Hex has lived in several places this month. He wants to find a place where he can play the piano quietly in the moonlight, but this kind of place is always stinky and noisy. In the middle of the night, he often hears the dry howls of drunkards, the shouts of fights and the screams of quarrels between men and women. It seems that only the garden area in the center of the city and the woods outside the city are quiet. But the guards in the garden are patrolling and do not allow tramps to enter, while there are beasts and legendary demons lurking outside the city.

"There is no need for singers in this era." Hex sighed in the corner of a broken house with only half the roof, played with the strings, and heard the sound of breaking the pot. The piano could not be repaired. As soon as he was angry, he threw the piano out fiercely. But as soon as he threw it out, he regretted it again, so he rushed out and took the piano in his hand when it hit the wall.

He looked around warily. When he was found to have such a speed, it was always a troublesome thing. Maybe it would attract the censorship of the guard, which would lead to a lot of things. But except for an old man who was fortune-telling looking at this side stupidly, no one noticed his instant action just now. He felt tired and sat against the wall and fell asleep.

"Hex, you have to save us." A woman's voice said, "From the hand of the devil."

He seems to be standing in a boundless dark palace.There were footsteps at the head of the hall, and the terrible shadow was coming step by step.

"The future demon king is waking up. Go and find strength from the Song of the Knight. You are the only one who can compete with him." The figure was getting closer and closer. Hex wanted to use magic, but he found that he couldn't use a single spell.

"I won't!" He shouted, "My teacher didn't teach me anything." The shadow walked faster and faster, getting closer and closer, and the hall collapsed, and everything went straight down.

Hex woke up and suddenly found that there was a pair of big scary eyes staring at him.