Xue Zheng sat at a rough wooden table, frowned and looked at the silver plate in his hand. His appearance was printed on the plate. He turned rose red because of the pale face of the house. This was because his skin was as fair as Western Europeans, and because of his youth, his blood color turned white and red. He looked like a strange high nose bridge and blue-eyed ghost.

"What's wrong with me?" Xue Zheng touched the golden plush beard on his lips. He seemed to be a big boy who had just begun to develop, but he was obviously already an adult.

"Hi, why don't Arude eat the bacon made by his mother? What you like the most before?" A woman's voice came from behind Xue Zheng. From the voice, he could tell that it was a language similar to that of a German.

"Me, where am I? Who am I?" Xue Zheng felt a slight pain in the back of his head, and his head felt a little confused.

"Oh, poor little Aruod, fell off the horse." A pair of gentle hands were placed on Xue Zheng's head, gently stroked his blonde hair, and his tone was filled with gentle doting.

"Ping~~." Suddenly the door of the house was knocked open, and a big blonde Germanic strode in. He looked at the house indifferently, walked to the wooden table and grabbed the ham next to the tin candlestick, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

"Where is your father, Ifu?" the woman turned around and said to the big young German, her eyes also full of pity.

"He was catching a horse in the stable and came soon. Damn it, we almost caught a stag today, but the damn deer fled into the next territory." The young German named Ifu sat at the dining table, took the hard barley bread from his mother and licked the broth on the plate and ate it.

"Eat slowly and leave some for your brother, he has just recovered."

"He left enough to eat. He always eats like a woman, and he is as thin as an old goat, haha." Yifu laughed at his younger brother while eating, as if this was a sparse and ordinary thing. Indeed, Aruod's body is not as strong as he did, but it is not as strong as he said.

"That's better than eating like a pig." If Aruode had been in front of this strong brother, he would never dare to raise his head, but Aruode, possessed by Xue Zheng, would not endure this insult. He immediately counterattacked like a conditioned reflex.

"What? Damn it, you say it again." Not only did Yifu feel surprised, he paused for a few seconds before he reacted and was furious, with the bread crumbs in his mouth and his spit all over.

Even their mother stroked her chest and stared at Aruod in front of her.

"Yifu, your younger brother was injured just now, and he didn't know very well." Seeing a family war breaking out at the dining table, the woman as a mother quickly stopped her eldest son with a big waist and round waist, and was surprised at her weak-heartedness. Although she was unwilling to admit it, she did have the changes in the cowardly second son.

"If you dare to insult me ​​once, even if you are my younger brother, I will make you look good, hum." Yifu threatened his younger brother fiercely, then stood up and left the dining table. His huge body hit the heavy wooden chair with a squeaking sound.

"What the hell is going on?" As for everything that cannot be explained by common sense and logic, Xue Zheng could only smile bitterly in the popular language of his era, "Brother has been traveled through time."

Yes, according to Einstein's theory of relativity and certain theory, when Xue was debugging the receiver on a thunderstorm, he accidentally contacted a beam of lightning with extremely high energy. After destroying Xue Zheng's otaku's body, he carried the remaining energy through the receiver's European program, and directly passed Xue Zheng's soul through the body of a medieval noble child.

Just as Xue Zheng was thinking about it, he thought someone had pulled the corner of his clothes and saw a red face drilling out from his crunching nest. This was a little girl of five or six years old. She blinked her long eyelashes and her big blue eyes stared at her curiously, and her chubby little hands were holding a wooden spoon.

"Hey, little baby, when did you get in?" Yifu's mother smiled and hugged the blond and blue-eyed little loli in her arms, and the little girl was also obediently lying in her mother's arms.

"This is, is this?" Xue Zheng looked at the cute little loli in confusion. The little loli looked like she wanted to speak but stopped. Her slender eyebrows frowned, and her eyes were full of confusion.

"What's wrong with Lina? Your brother is cured. Aren't you happy for him?" Their mother teased her daughter, then turned around and stirred it in a pot with an iron spoon to help her daughter make some porridge. Lina suddenly curled her lips and started crying.

"Brother Aruod is gone, he is gone."

"Ah, what?" Xue Zheng was shocked by the little girl's words and sweated coldly. He was almost panicked and almost knocked over his plate. Of course he was panicked. If he really traveled to medieval Europe, then the soul of the young man named Aruod, who he possessed, would have been destroyed by himself. He didn't know if these people would burn him to death like a witch after listening to the little girl's words.

"What's wrong, baby." Of course, their mothers didn't understand what Xiao Lina said. The simplicity and sensitivity of children were actually extremely accurate, but adults always easily ignored it with their own way of thinking.

"Haha, my sister, why don't you remember me?" Xue Zheng was not the kind of person who was waiting to die. He quickly stood up and walked to his mother, took the little Lina in her arms and tried to calm her down.

"Wuwuwuwu~~~." But Xue Zheng didn't understand one thing. Maybe he could deal with a warrior as strong as his brother, but this delicate-looking little sister was very stubborn and difficult to deal with. She kicked and made noise in Xue Zheng's arms, and she couldn't be quiet for a moment.

"If it doesn't work, I have to think of a way. I can't be destroyed on the first day of traveling." Xue Zheng saw the sharp axe leaning against the wall behind the wooden door, and shivered.

He searched around with his eyes. This two-story house made of soil and wood, near the dining table was a wooden rack made of wood, which contained the clay pots used by his mother to show off, and a few silver plates. Although in Xue Zheng's opinion, this was actually very poor and ridiculous, in this era, the nobles all showed off their wealth to others.

Fortunately, he put a linen handkerchief on the dining table to wipe his hands to rescue Xue Zheng. He picked up the linen handkerchief and quickly weaved a little mouse with his fingers. He moved the mouse with this cloth. Lina, who had never seen a lively mouse made of linen handkerchief, was attracted. There was saliva flowing from the corner of her mouth, and her blue eyes stared at the mouse that was moving around Xue Zheng's fingers.

"Oh, God, when will you do this?" Arude's mother looked at Xiao Lina who had calmed down and said to Xue Zheng in admiration.

"Ah, I actually knew it a long time ago, but I didn't say it." Xue Zheng quickly explained, and then handed the little mouse to Lina, who had been completely won over by herself. Gifts and toys are always very effective for children. Lina held this unique toy and had long thrown Xue Zheng's affairs out of the sky.

Xue Zheng felt that his time travel was not easy at all. He didn't know how other people traveled, but he felt that it was a complicated project to deal with the people around him. The young man named Aruod, who he possessed, was the second son of the Wendell family. Their father was an inconspicuous jazz among the many subordinates of Duke Mason, and he had the rule of this village called Black Swamp Village. The reason why this village was called this is because there was a swamp in the east of the village, where black liquid often flowed out of the swamp, and the farmers were frightened to think that the pungent black water came from hell.

It took Xue Zheng a week to gradually integrate into and understand everything around him. His father, Sir Wendell, was a middle-aged knight. His left hand was somewhat disabled. It was the scar left on the battlefield when he fought for Duke Medo's father. In order to repay Sir Wendell's loyalty, Duke Medo's father gave him this village to collect taxes to support and arm himself. From then on, Sir Wendell and his family settled down here.

"Arud, you are about to become an adult. You should follow your brother to become his servant and serve him." During a dinner, Xue Zheng's cheap father in this era, Sir Wendell, who looked older than he was in reality, said solemnly to him. Perhaps because of the long-term war, Sir Wendell always had serious faces and never had gentle words to his family. Rather than asking for opinions from his family, it was a tone of command.

"He is too thin, so I don't want such a servant." And Aruod's brother Ifu, a big guy who has become a quasi-knight, always looks pretentious. He looks at his younger brother with contempt.

"No, Ifu, you need a servant to help you. Nothing is more worthy of your trust than your own brother. Aruod's stick is pretty good. Although his riding skills are not exquisite, they are enough to defend your back." Sir Wendell opened his thick right hand, stared at his eldest son with bright eyes, interrupting Ifu's words, and said loudly.

"What's wrong? Is there a war again?" Mrs. Eva, who was throwing the sticky meat porridge in the pot into the plate with a wooden spoon for her family. The children's mother said in a dismay.

"Well, there is news at the post station that Duke Mason is already ordering his vassals to prepare for war. There is some border dispute between him and Duke Saxony. This Duke Mason is much more warlike than his father." Sir Wendell stirred the mushy in the plate with a spoon indifferently, put it in his mouth and started eating.

"I heard that the night his father died was eating the wild boar he gave me was true?" Yifu lowered his head and said in a mysterious tone without saying in his loud voice for the first time.

"Shut up, Ifu, we are knights who swear to be loyal to the Duke, don't gossip like a farmer." Sir Wendell looked at his eldest son with dissatisfaction. He was always worried about his sons. Although the eldest son had good military strength, he could imagine that he would have a foothold on the battlefield, but when he wanted to advance, it was obvious that Ifu's mind was not enough, and his second son was too cowardly. Maybe it would be better if he went to the battlefield to smell the blood.

Xue Zheng did not talk to him that he knew his status. As the second son of the family, he could only obey. What's more, he looked at the stall on his plate and felt that he was full of appetite. Even the aristocrats in the Middle Ages could not eat meat every day. This kind of mushy food was common.
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