My name is Lucas,Lucas de la vega I live in the 16th century and was born in the year 1649.my family were major traders in the city of Valencia in Spain and it was the peak of all trading in the whole country.
One of the reasons why we were rich was because of our trading background but also because I managed to incorporate some of the knowlege from my past life to this world such as different games and stuffs.
For example I found a way to make a mini connect 4 and a game similar to monopoly only corrupt nobles turned it into a savages game where the knights kill each other and then they move a chess peice so the game had become banned of some sort.
'I guess that's why you don't add modern stuff to medieval times huh?'
Anyways I knew of the meeting with red robed but I also knew that something in my memory was missing I also had memories from my past life but forgot my name.
The missing memory was bugging me very much but there was nothing I could do about it.
From a young age I practiced chivalry and swordsmanship because my family was rich my father allowed me to pursue this career but we always had guards and such protecting our caravan but never to bad to be cautious right?i don't know what's waiting for me and I am a transmigrator with some memories that have been taken away.
The year was 1664 ans I was a prodigy in almost everything I was 15 years of age and grew to the height of 6,2 already I had a nice toned lean physique and I always carried a sword with me.
For a son of rich tradists I was the perfect combination of smart and strong so I was more like protection instead of the guards.
I fought in petty fights on the streets or against knights but not for money so I could build my reputation.
"Sir lucas,what brings you on this part of the town on this very fine day?"the old man with a combed beard asked me.
People often tried to suck up to me because of the background of my rich family.but I to benefited from it so I let it slide.
"I want you to craft me a sword."
"Oh?"the man asked with intrigue as son of rich traders never usually asked for swords.but then again sir Lucas was a special customer right?.
"Yes,I want you to craft me a sword I had one of my close architectual freinds craft it for me a silver sword with a gold emblem at the bottom here I have the emblem for it."
The man looked at the emblem as he looked to find his glasses to further inspect it.
"I..I see" the man stumbled on his own words but as soon as he was about to say something else i cut in.
"don't even think about selling it on the black market or anything like that what I will pay you is double no triple the price and that and another reward if you manage to craft a fine sword."
The old man looked up between me and the emblem and a smile crept on his face.
"Very well sir Lucas,it would be an honor to craft this sword for you come in a week i will have it done and I also need the design for it to."
I nodded as I gave him the design and left the area.
I went back to my home were i waved to a few freinds on the way.
Years passed,and I had only grown stronger I had recruited some knights of my own and with my own trades started selling stuff on the black market for higher value.
I had an insider some guy I caught and he was one of the first to get information on all goods in this town you see that's how I got first access to goods and of course sold it for even more on the black market.
With my own hired knights who didn't care for much of honor or glory but only believed in the power of 'the almighty dollar'.
'Ahh glorious medieval times!'
The business was going well and my parents weren't really around they were on a business trip to Granada for a business deal.
So the house?it was mine and I was now 18 years old so obviously they left the house under my name ahh such nice and kind yet greedy parents in the medieval age huh?interesting they love me even though they are manipulators and evil people huh?well I guess it is what it is.
Years passed and the year went from 1667 to 1671 my parents were successfully home but had a failed deal in Granada something about some bandits attacking there knight and they paid a local adventurer to guide them back to the main road and then they made it back.
Of course I worried and offered to send my own guards with them sometimes if they decided to go on another 'stupid journey for there own ambitions'but they respectfully declined.
My guards were formidable in there own right tho and the ones most loyal to me with no family's were trained by me so they were one of the most strongest.
I had 26 guards under me and 22 of them that I didn't fully trust but 4 of them I did so I trained them like my own subordinates.
Marcus,Kane,Antonio and Carlos.
They had no family like orphans and loyalty fought for me all these years.
But soon a calamity would come to pass that would be make realise the truth of this world.
Shit was about to get real flashy