Elemental True Ring

When he turned eighteen, Wren Ashford was told two things: First, his elemental talent is rated "third-rate" - in the Kingdom of Valderis, this label means that he can never enter the magic academy, can never serve as an officer, and will always be nailed to the bottom of society. Second, he is the son of an earl. This identity protected him for eighteen years - until his father died on the border. At the funeral, the Duke of Moncroix knelt on one knee in front of the coffin in the heavy rain and said to him: "Your father is my most loyal brother. I will take care of you." That was the last time in his life that Lane believed in the word "goodwill". The family collapsed. The old department was transferred. Creditors come to your door. The housekeeper absconded with the money. Overnight, he changed from the well-clothed son of an earl to a wandering beggar on the streets - fighting with wild dogs for moldy flour cakes, carrying forty-pound bags of salt at the dock, and stealing medicine to save a dying veteran in the cold winter at the risk of his ribs being kicked by guards. The veteran - his father's old army - handed him a melted fragment of military orders before he died. The fragment was engraved with a coat of arms: the double cross of the Moncroix family. "Young Master - I didn't die in battle. I was sold." At this moment, the Duke was standing outside his new study, and a voice came from behind, as calm as if he was watching a chess game in which he had memorized all the moves: "What are you looking for?" ——What Ren is holding in his hand is a secret letter written by the Duke to someone, with four words written on it: The matter is settled.