There are few tools available in the forest, but if you look carefully, you can find some useful things. Aruod used his sword to cut off a branch and found a piece of dry vine from behind the big tree. A few smooth pebbles in a trickle in the woods, and in addition to this, the mud and sand on the river beach.

Ifu was getting closer and closer with his sword in his arms, and the thunderous knight entered the woods and became cautious as if conditioned. The low bushes and dense woods hid in danger.

"Crazy, crazy!" A gray shadow suddenly jumped out of the bushes, and Yifu immediately roared and stabbed a sword in which direction.

"Jiji." A badger barked and struggled on the ground, blood dripping on its fur and in the soil. This was just a small animal frightened by Ifu.

"Damn it." Yifu straightened up, cursed for a few words, and took a few steps to penetrate the sword into the fatal part of the badger's neck.

"Swoosh." Just as Yifu pulled out his sword and tried to wipe the blood on it, a shadow flew over the back of the tree. Before Yifu could react, he was entangled by something. He looked carefully and saw that it was a dead vine, but two pebbles were tied to the two ends of the vine. When the processed vine flew over, inertia made it entangle Yifu's body and arms.

"Arude!" Yifu was still a little confused at first, but he quickly reacted and called out Arude's name loudly.

"Kill." Aruod sincerely thanked his military training coach in college. Although he always made them half-aged children cry and screamed, their class's bayonets were all good. Aruod took the flattened branch and rushed up to stab Yifu's chest at the Sandun point.

"Oh." Yifu, who was stabbed into the sandalwood, felt that all his blood was gathering in his chest, and he couldn't help but arched up like shrimps. His face also lost its blood color, but his strong physical fitness made him stand up and groan a few times.

"Tsk, grass." Although it hit Yifu's vital point, it did not completely defeat him. Aruod immediately took back the branches and prepared to attack again. However, Yifu, who was angry, shouted violently and actually broke free from the flexible vine.

"What are you doing?" Just as both sides were already red-eyed, the majestic voice of a low middle-aged man sounded.

"Father." The two saw their father, Sir Wendell, riding on horseback, stood behind their side and looked at them.

Sir Wendell looked at the two brothers who were fighting with a serious face. He received a report from the villagers that his two sons were fighting in the woods, so he quickly rode his horse to stop him.

Yifu broke free from the vine and kicked Arude to the ground angrily. He held his sword in his hand, aiming the sharp tip of the sword at Arude's chest, and his red eyes stared at Arude's face. He was disappointed and did not see any fear expression on Arude's face.

"Enough, I said enough." Sir Wendell stepped forward and blocked them with the side of the horse. This horse was Sir Wendell's favorite. He carefully maintained his fur and was extremely handsome and had a very tacit understanding of his cooperation with his master.

"I will kill him sooner or later." Yifu threatened angrily, and then left without looking back.

Sir Wendell looked at Arod, who had climbed up from the ground with interest. The rudeness of his eldest son was common. In this uneasy era, it was not a bad thing to have a heir with a bad temper. Instead, his usual weak second son actually had the courage to face Ifu's anger.

"I used to want to send you to your uncle's monastery, but now I feel fortunately that I didn't do that." Sir Wendell shook his head gently, then turned his horse's head and walked out, and the horse jumped lightly in the woods, carrying his master.

"Bah, damn it." Aruod swears, spitting the mud and saliva in his mouth on the ground. He doesn't want to come to this era. He feels dirty. Indeed, he hasn't taken a bath for a week. Bathing is a very complicated project for people of this era. Because the climate in Europe is cold at this time, he cannot go to the river to take a bath, so he will die of a cold and fever, so he can only spend a lot of firewood to burn a few buckets of water, looking for a large manger that can accommodate him, close the doors and windows tightly, and when all this is done, he can enjoy the fun of cleaning comfortably.

For the farmers, they did not have enough firewood to boil water. The dead wood branches and leaves they picked up in the lord's forest were only enough to cook. Most nobles were lazy and unwilling to do so, so the people here always exuded a strong body odor, which made Aruod, who had just arrived in this era, almost fainted. But then Aruod himself was probably dirty enough, and he was used to all this. But his patience was gradually weakening, and coupled with his unlucky brother and his indifferent father, he missed his messy small room full of modern integrated circuit boards and the cold water and disheveled head in the narrow bathroom. He never thought that he would miss this thing very much.

When Arod was worried about all this, Sir Wendell also had his own troubles. Duke Mason finally had a fight with Duke Saxon due to territorial disputes. The two noble nobles were verbal in the Imperial Parliament, but their mouths could not solve the problems of the two. After Duke Mason stated his rights claims in the Imperial Parliament, he immediately ordered his nephew Dedi Von Widing, Earl of Lauzits, to summon his vassals, because he knew that the Duke Saxon would make the same plan.

Duke Mason's messengers and messengers shuttled between the vassals, and soon after layers of communication, Sir Wendell also received this order. As a direct knight of the Duke Mason's family, he was asked to bring his own equipment and ten strong armed servants to the Duke's territory within the deadline, where they would obey Duke Mason's next instructions.

"Dear, the Duke ordered me to go to war. I want to bring Ifu with me this time." In the late night, Aruod couldn't sleep because he was thinking about his own affairs, so he heard the conversation between Sir Wendell and his wife through the thin floor on the second floor. Ifu was sleeping soundly in another room. His snoring sounded so that the dust in the attic fell one after another, and mice could still be heard running through the straw beams in the attic.

"Take Yifu with you?"

"Yes, I have paid a lot of money to make Ifu a knight. As long as I fight a few battles and get the appreciation of the duke, and the spoils on the battlefield are enough to fill our debts." Sir Wendell said in a difficult tone. Wendell's wife leaned on her husband's shoulder comfortably. She was reluctant to let her son go to the battlefield where life and death are uncertain, but how can she fill the financial gap if she doesn't go to the war? The immediate harvest festival requires a lot of food and wine. The hard-working farmers need to rest and eat and drink, and entertain the farmers who farm for themselves. This is also the lord's obligation.

"What about little Aruod? Is he going too?"

"No, I won't take him this time. He's still too young. Besides, I don't have any extra equipment for him, and I can't even give him a shield." Sir Wendell sighed, holding his forehead with his hands, upset at his incompetence.

"Everything will be fine, with the Lord's blessing." Sir Wendell's wife kissed her husband's cheek. She had made up her mind to sell the excess pottery. The merchant who came from the provincial guild last time had fallen in love with one or two of his collections. Maybe next time he came, he could discuss with him what the big belly guy was named.

"I didn't expect that I would encounter such a family financial crisis after traveling through time?" Aruod moved his eyes away from the gap in the floor. He lay back on his own nest covered with hay. The rough straw made him itchy. Although he never expected that he would have a pair of German parents before traveling through time, it was obvious that they loved their family very much and tried their best to maintain their family in this difficult era.

The next morning, as usual, the whole family got up and became busy as he cried, and the first thing Eff did was to walk into the stable naked and call a bucket of water to wash his horse. Arod wanted to help his mother cook, Rizz baked a tong pot in the simple fireplace, and the sticky porridge was gurgling inside. Their father Sir Wendell searched in the arsenal of several worn leather armor chords, with loose curved bows, the shield was covered with dust and notches, and several iron parts were rusted. Sir Wendell shook his head with a frown.

"Father, it's time to have breakfast." Aruod walked into this arsenal that was locked on weekdays. Although Aruod's family lived in a house made of wood and thatch, the arsenal was built of stone. Of course, this was to prevent weapons from getting damp and the last line of defense when attacked. However, it can be seen that Aruod's ancestors who built this house spent a lot of effort on maintaining weapons, but they did not expect that his descendants had no money to take care of the arsenal here, which was covered with spider webs and dust.

"Okay, damn." Sir Wendell picked up a shield with his family badge printed on it, but for some reason the leather strap behind the shield loosened and the shield hit the ground. Sir Wendell cursed angrily. He threw the shield to the ground in anger. The leather connection behind the shield was probably bitten by a mouse, and without the leather strap, the shield could not be placed on his arm to protect the user.

"Well, the belt is broken, this is a technical problem." Arod stood at the door of the arsenal, and the sunlight shone through the upper left window of the arsenal, reflecting on the edge of the shield. He saw a clever part break between the belt and the shield. He had an unusual interest in everything that was combined with parts. He used to dismantle almost all the appliances in his house when he was very young, just to understand why they worked, but now he was fascinated by the shield.

"Where should I throw my son away? I have to pay for the blacksmith to repair it again. We can't do anything about it." Sir Wendell sat on an empty wooden box with a frustration. When he thought of the expenses he had to pay, he felt a little bored in his heart, but Aruod stepped forward and picked up the shield and flipped it over, muttering to himself as he looked.
Chapter completed!