After evolving from an eagle-man into an angel, I annihilated the gods.

This startled the young farmer, who instinctively raised his hoe and looked warily at the tall man.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my haystack?"

However, the man did not speak; instead, he stared blankly at the sky.

The young farmer approached cautiously and noticed that the man was wearing a platinum robe, which looked very precious, making him feel somewhat inferior.

Are you a nobleman?

The man still didn't answer him.

The young farmer was exasperated when he asked the man repeatedly, as he remained unmoved.

He looked up at the sky; the sun was still blazing overhead.

So he took out his wooden water cup and handed it to the stranger.

"It's so hot, have some drinks."

I thought the man would do what he did before, but to my surprise, he took the water glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"At least leave me some, how am I supposed to get to work later?"

The young farmer was extremely frustrated, but he didn't want to waste any more time, so he quickly went to the field and continued working.

Then the stranger went down into the field and started plowing with his feet. He was incredibly fast, and in no time, he had finished plowing his entire field.

This left the farmer completely stunned.

"You...you...are you a knight?"

In his mind, only knights had such abilities.

As for wizards, sorry, these days a nobody like him isn't qualified to have any contact with wizards.

Even if they come into contact with it, most of it can be turned into materials.

The man remained silent in the face of the farmer's question.

The young farmer sighed and glanced at the field.

"Anyway, I've finished everything I needed to do, so I should head back now. By the way, do you want to come back with me?"

The man nodded this time.

....

the next day.

When the young farmer got up, he saw the middle-aged man he had brought home the day before practicing with a sword in the yard. His thick, golden hair made him look like a lion king rolling around in the yard.

See this.

His face immediately showed envy and longing.

"It really is a knight!"

Although the knights in this world are merely experiments with wizard bloodlines and attempts at other cultivation systems, their potential is very low.

But for most ordinary people, it remains something that is unattainable.

Because even the weakest knight is extraordinary!

He leaned against the gate for a while, then decided that he was not destined to be with such a great man as a knight, so he went to fetch water.

At this time.

The middle-aged man, who hadn't spoken yesterday, suddenly opened his mouth.

"Want to learn?"

"what?"

"Want to learn the way of chivalry?"

"Would you be willing to teach me?"

The young farmer asked excitedly.

"Of course! Child, when you encounter a stranger on your own land, you raise your weapon without backing down. The sun is scorching, yet you are willing to share your water with me. I am homeless, yet you are willing to take me in!"

"Of the virtues of chivalry, you possess courage, compassion, and dedication, and I am willing to entrust you with the path of chivalry that I have pioneered."

The middle-aged man laughed.

He didn't speak yesterday because he didn't know the language of this world and could only roughly guess its meaning.

So last night and this morning, he walked around the village and the nearby town of Camelot. His powerful demigod spirit and abilities allowed him to learn the language of this world in just one night.

At this point, he called out to the young farmer.

"If you want to learn from me, come over here."

He was willing to teach the way of chivalry in this world, not only to cover up his own secret carving of time-space beacons, but more importantly, because he saw an opportunity to become a god here!

In this world, besides wizards, there are knights!

In the courtyard.

"Yes, my lord!"

The young farmer approached with an excited expression.

"From this moment forward, you are my knight's squire. Kneel."

"Yes."

The middle-aged man pulled out a long sword from somewhere and placed it on the young farmer's shoulder.

"If you want to believe in the way of chivalry, you must abide by these eight virtues: courage, loyalty, honor, compassion, honesty, justice, humility, and selflessness."

After uttering this long speech in a fit of anger, the middle-aged man looked at the young farmer, only to see him looking blank and trying hard to understand.

He had a headache, but quickly understood.

"You may not understand now, but I want you to remember it!"

"Yes, my lord!"

"Get up. Oh, and here's the sword for you!"

The middle-aged man laughed.

The young farmer excitedly accepted the longsword with both hands.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Now, tell me your name, servant!"

"Sir, Gao Wen, my name is Gao Wen!"

"Okay, Gawain!"