Then I went to a big town, and people told me it was Antwerp, and God knows what the hell Antwerp was, and I froze to death!

However, the people there looked very wealthy, and on winter nights, it seemed that every family could afford to eat roast goose, and I had never eaten roast goose, when I was ten years old. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Do you know how tempting food, especially a roast goose, is to a ten-year-old child? I didn't stop salivaing, looking through the crack in someone's door, watching them eat deliciously, how much I wanted to break in and grab a goose leg and run, but I knew that I would be beaten badly.

Hmm, who am I talking to now?...... Heh, whatever.

Probably one family couldn't stand me hanging in front of their house all day, so they said to me, "Do you want to eat roast goose?" Walking down the street, there is a Theo restaurant, which is a haunt for the upper class, and the back kitchen often has good leftovers from customers, you can try your luck there.

So, I went. Taking advantage of the fat cooks' inattention, I slipped into the back of the kitchen, where I found a tub of sweet soup, half a steak, and a large roll of delicious bread that I could eat for days.

Do you know how long it's been since I've touched meat? Since the day I was born, I haven't eaten meat, except for the occasional rabbit or something.

So when I saw the steak, I grabbed it and nibbled on it, and when I was done, I swallowed it with sweet soup, and wow, it was the most delicious meal I've ever had.

But I had been hungry for days, and I was not even half full, and I hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out my claws on the roll of bread.

The bread was next to the pastry chef, who was concentrating on the dessert that the guest had asked for, and he probably wouldn't have noticed me. However, this was just my own thoughts, and the fact was that he found me as soon as the bread moved, and without even thinking about it, he raised his rolling pin and struck me, and it hurt so much. I grabbed the bread and ran out of the back of the kitchen.

The night in Antwerp was very cold, the streets were depressed, my thin clothes did not hide the cold wind, and I felt like I was in an ice cellar, but I was still running as hard as I could, and if I was caught by the fierce fat cooks behind me, I would be beaten to death.

I'm running, they're shouting: Stealing little cub, see if I don't kill you!

In this way, I ran exhausted and did not dare to stop, until I rushed into the docks, and the porters, who were about to rest, looked at the excitement with their surprised eyes, and I turned left and right in the middle of the stack of containers, and at last I shook off the chubby silly fellows, slipped onto a cargo ship, and hid myself in the cabin while the people were not looking.

I didn't dare to go out, so I found a box to hide, the goods in the box were fur coats, so warm and comfortable, as soon as I lay inside, my whole body was almost stiff, and gradually gradually, I fell asleep.

For the next few days, I didn't know exactly what was going on outside, but there were often footsteps outside the box, so I didn't dare to show my head, so I stayed inside, eating the roll of bread when I was hungry, drinking water when I was thirsty, and I had a small kettle with half a pot of water in it.

It was always dark in the box, so I don't know how many days passed, and then suddenly it became noisy, and people spoke in a language I didn't understand, humming, laughing a few times, very hearty.

I felt my box being lifted up and dangling, so I quickly crawled out and startled them, and the box fell to the ground and cracked with a thud.

Only then did I realize that this was also a dock, surrounded by countless porters, and they looked at me as if they had seen a monster.

A businessman-like guy strode up and slapped me hard without asking anything, knocking me into a daze and almost falling.

He raised his hand to hit me, but was stopped by a voice, and then I saw a little old man over half a hundred years old, well-dressed, quite personable, probably a nobleman.

He was my adoptive father, a well-known baron in the locality, and people called him Baron Senna.

He didn't have any children, and his wife died many years ago, so he wanted to adopt me to inherit the mantle, and of course I agreed, I was about to be beaten to death, so why not?

Since I couldn't remember my name, he named me one called John Cena, which sounded pretty good.

After that, I lived with him in that manor, and I was finally able to eat meat every day, and I was very satisfied, and I had a very happy life.

Oh, and even better, he found a teacher to teach me English, a retired knight to teach me riding and fighting, and the best local hunter to teach me how to shoot.

I especially cherish the opportunity to learn, because I have never been able to study before.

The teachers said that I was very talented, that I was making rapid progress, and that I was more energetic when I was complimented, and that I was hungry for all kinds of skills, and that I was full of energy every day.

I thought I could go on like this, but it didn't last long, and after only two years, my adoptive father died, and I seemed very sad and sad at the time.

The servants did not want to serve a twelve-year-old child, so they divided the valuable things of the house and left one after another, leaving only an empty castle.

Fortunately, my adoptive father still has a small vineyard that produces a lot of wine every year, and his old friend is in the wine business, probably out of pity for me, so he takes over the vineyard and gives me some money every once in a while.

I didn't ask for much, the money was enough for me to live, and after a few days of sadness, I quickly got back to normal and continued to learn the skills I loved.

The effort was not in vain, and my superb riding skills were praised by the whole village, which brought me glory and joy that I had never had before, and allowed me to find something that could really show my value, so that I no longer had to mess around every day.

I studied harder, and at the age of fourteen I became the best "knight" in the whole town, and at the age of seventeen, the Grand Duke, who was famous in all of Southampton, and whom everyone admired, personally met me and said to me: Ah, you are the best young man I have ever met, and I am afraid that there will not be one in a hundred years, and you will represent Southampton in London this year.

I swore in front of everyone that I would never come back until I won the championship.

I went, I lost, I didn't have the face to go back to my hometown.

Brad, what a nasty fellow, took everything from me in an instant.

Later, I joined the Harrison family......

And then ......

Hmm, why can't I remember, what I did in the next ten years? )