Tova knew very well in his heart that he understood the identity of his family - the citizens.

Or... serfs.

The entire kingdom experienced war a hundred years ago. Not only the royal family and local nobles underwent a major change, but most of the people in the territory were also reduced from free people to serfs during the war. This was the case for the vast majority of people in a territory, and

He is also included.

Fortunately, he was strong enough. Twenty years ago, he became one of the bodyguards of Lord Claude, who was still the Baron at that time. Then, he followed him for the past twenty years until he became a viscount.

Not long ago, the Viscount's territory was attacked.

It was precisely for this reason that poor Tova was ordered to take Master Art away.

Tova was thinking this in his mind, but looking at Art's "sluggish" expression, he couldn't help but think about it again.

What if...what if the Viscount dies?

If my family is pardoned and becomes free people, can I still get the reward?

Tova shook his head, shook this ridiculous idea out of his mind, and returned to his original smiling face, but the obscure seeds had already taken root and sprouted.

Art heard the call and came back to his senses. Thinking of Tova, he asked: "What, what's wrong?"

As he spoke, he felt a little hungry, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed a blue fin fruit.

However, Tova retracted his hand.

He didn't know why he took it back, maybe it was because of the thoughts that just flashed through his mind.

However, he could not reveal any malice until he was sure that the Viscount had failed.

"Tova?" Art looked at Tova's movements with some confusion.

Tova laughed dryly and hurriedly thought of a reason: "It seems that it hasn't been wiped clean yet. Let me wipe it."

As he said that, he took the coarse cloth that packed the fruit, wiped it on the surface of the fruit, and handed it over again.

Will it get dirtier after wiping it?

Art rolled his eyes, then grabbed a fruit, lowered his head and ate the fruit.

However, his heart also felt cold.

He is familiar with various medieval games and has experience in many things.

In the past, it was just a game and not taken seriously. Now, when I see the dry smile on Tova's face, I think of my current situation again...

Somewhat bad...

Art was not a fool. When he first woke up, he was still a little confused, but after he calmed down, he thought of various pregnancy situations.

Among several boss teams, he is usually the leader responsible for tactical decision-making. Although he is not very old, he is extremely meticulous in all matters.

One of the most important thinking characteristics is...often mentally preparing for the worst outcome.

And now, what's the worst that can happen?

Tired? Hungry? Thirsty? Or maybe danger in the forest?

Art's mind was running at high speed, plundering the memories belonging to "Art" in his mind, while secretly observing Tova's movements.

The location I am currently in... on the outskirts of the Tuvat Forest, like other inaccessible areas, there are many ferocious creatures.

Judging from the size of this forest, there may even be powerful creatures equivalent to Apocalypse Knights and official wizards.

The original owner of the body, Art, like other noble young masters, must receive basic education.

However, this Art is a very active person, or in other words, a guy who doesn't like to study very much. He doesn't have many detailed memories of these things.

But, just need to know.

This Tova's strength is just that of a relatively strong ordinary guard, not a knight.

Even, he couldn't even reach the level of knight squire.

It's okay for Tova to protect him from ordinary thieves and refugees. As for those powerful creatures, don't even think about them. Once you encounter them, it's just one word, death.

Now, it's even worse.

If news of the failure of his body's father, Viscount Clauredo, comes to light, Tovar will most likely transform from a protector to an enemy.

If Tova still has a conscience, he may continue to be protected, or he may be let go. If he has less conscience...

Thinking about it from another perspective, rather than escorting a viscount heir who is no longer useful and causing him to be hunted down and his family suffering worse persecution, Art would rather choose to kidnap the viscount heir and send him back to the unknown person.

In the hands of those who succeed.

"Huh -" Art took a deep breath. He knew that at this time, he should find a way to separate from Towa and escape.

No matter what the outcome was, he was not willing to put his own life on the scale to see if the conscience of others on the other end was heavy enough.

Without showing anything, Art imitated the willful attitude in his memory and said, "Tova, this thing tastes terrible. I think at least one piece of white bread is needed to be worthy of my status."

The implication was naturally clear to Tova, which was to ask him to buy white bread.

You may not be sure whether you will live or die in a few days, but you are still thinking about white bread?

The disrespect in Tova's heart grew crazily in just a few minutes, but it did not exceed the profound memory of being ruled by aristocrats.

He hesitated for a moment and bowed: "Okay, my young master, you hide first, I will go to the town to take a look..."

"Okay." There was a smile on Art's face, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

When Tova turned around and was about to leave, he heard Art's voice again: "Wait, Towa, wait a moment."

"What's wrong? My young master?" Tova turned around, feeling a little irritable.

"Just put those two blue fin fruits here." Art said pretending to be reserved, just like those noble children.

"Okay." The irritability and boredom in his heart grew more and more, and Tova put the piece of coarse cloth on the ground together with the blue fin fruit, and then left.

"..." Art narrowed his eyes, and after watching the other party's figure completely disappear from his sight, he glanced at the blue fin fruits on the ground, grabbed one in each hand, and left the place.

An hour later, Tova returned to the agreed place.

However, what they brought was not white bread, not even black bread, only three attendants.

As for his identity? Of course he is not the attendant of Viscount Clauredo.

"Hey, Tova." The man who looked like the captain of the valet put his hand on Tova's shoulder, "Where is that young master?"

The captain of the valet had a smile on his face, but there was no kindness in his smile.

"He was still here just now!" A thin layer of sweat appeared on Tova's forehead, "I asked him to wait here!"

"Really?" the attendant captain said with a sneer, "If you can't find anyone, just go back with me."
Chapter completed!