On the way back to the court, my good friend Zare, who had fifty serfs, explained to me:

This Count of the Ardennes and the Earl of Trier, because of a cow and the outbreak of the war, both sides invested a total of all the armed forces under their command, plus the sickle and pitchfork army cobbled together by the serfs, you fought back and forth for a whole month, and it seems that this year's military service time will be extended, thanks to the heroic knight of Randy, the Earl of Ardennes who was originally inferior counterattacked, the Count of Trier was captured and signed an armistice, and the war finally ended.

"There is only one day left in this year's military service, as long as you go to the Count's castle and carry a spear for a day, you can run your own estate with peace of mind."

Zareth snorted on his horse: "But then again, your luck is good, it is said that the Earl of Trier was scattered by the rebel army at that time, and he was separated from his own guard, which is why you are cheaper, Corren's fiefs!" ”

"What? Is that place good? ”

With some trepidation, I looked back at the squire who had helped me with the loot, who grinned at me with his ugly mouth without front teeth and smiled flatteringly at me.

Zareth glared at me, as if he didn't know the so-called best friend: "You swear you're not joking with me, isn't Collon's territory what you've always dreamed of?" There are two hundred serfs there, enough for you to feed one more knight! ”

I listened thoughtfully to Zareth's words, but my mind kept pondering.

This era when birds don't poop is really too cheating.

Although on the surface it seems that he is a knight with status, but the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as my own kennel, I must find a way to return to the 21st century, or I don't want to go back to the same era of China first, the cultivators in the novel are all very bullish characters, just get a teleportation array or something, you should be able to send me back, but I must know what year it is now.

"That...... Zareth, my head is still dizzy because I just picked the loot, can you tell me what year it is? "I was holding on to my heavy helmet, which was crushing my cervical spine.

"Christ 997."

"A.D. 997?"

This time my head was really confused, ID card and when I was in school at the time, why didn't I learn history well, it was because I was an old man who taught history so I skipped class every day, to say that in 1997, maybe I could still sing a song of the Pearl of the Orient, but what era was this 997 years with a thousand cuts?

"Uh...... That one...... Is our Imperial Majesty okay? ”

"May God bless His Majesty the Great Emperor!" Zareth suddenly screamed nervously as he stroked his chest, causing his horse to snort in surprise.

"That'...... He...... Who is it? I asked humbly, trying to pretend to be as calm as possible, with a kind smile on my face.

"Are you fooling me? As a proud knight, I have every reason to challenge you to redeem my trampled reputation, including as a good friend of yours, and I can only treat you as a psychopath, or rather a money-grub blinded by the spoils of war. ”

Zareth had a bitter look on his face, as if I had done something dirty.

It seems that it is not possible to continue to ask such questions, and we must take the road of saving the country by curves.

"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm just joking, if you are offended, apologize to you my friend, how can I forget our great Emperor Majesty?"

I smirked silly, thinking about new topics in my head.

"That'...... What happened to Russia and Mongolia? ”

This is really a stab, at least Zareth really ignored me, he looked at me with a frenzied and tangled expression: "Russia? Mongolia? You can't fall for a wizard's spell, do you? Where did you hear these strange names? ”

"Hehehe......"

I can only continue to laugh, and sure enough, forgetting history is to get rid of it and find death!

"You know me, when you're excited, you know nonsense, to be serious, when will I be able to return to my own fief?"

"When we get back to the Count's castle and get the ransom from Trier, we can be relieved and returned to the field." After saying that, Zareth left me without speculation, and fled without looking back.

All right! The reality is that I was sometime in the Middle Ages in Europe.

In 997 A.D., unfortunately I don't know what happened in that year, and I don't know what dynasty China was at the same time, but it seems that Genghis Khan, the conqueror, had not yet begun his hegemony, that is to say, there was no gunpowder, no compass, no printing.

The rule of the knightly class can continue, our country has an emperor, which is not very common in the history of the West, I remember that France and England were basically kings, so it is very likely that I am now in medieval Germany, at that time there seemed to be a Holy Roman Empire, maybe I am in Byzantium now!

Wrong! I didn't see the eagle banner of the Holy Roman Empire, there were strange shapes and colorful lines of birds and animals everywhere.

While I was thinking about it, our group slowly approached the end of the trip, the Earl's Castle.

To be honest, when I actually stood in front of a real stone castle, I was amazed by this era......

How did these people survive the winter in such a cold stone house? Are they all Xiaoqiang who can't be killed?

The castle is dotted with low-slung houses that are not even as good as the open-air toilets in rural China, and a few peasants with pitchforks and roe heads and rat faces are timidly hiding in the corners, and the postmodern Luotuo shape is like a house-elf in Harry Potter, mixed with dirt roads that don't know what excrement is, for fear that the war horse will be swallowed by the mud as soon as he steps into it.

The castle is even more of a mess, chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs all over the ground are running around completely in disregard of traffic rules, there are two muscular strong men on the side of the open-air blacksmith stove, who are beating a piece of red-hot iron, the rough craftsmanship is not as good as Uncle Zhang, who is in charge of the shoes downstairs in our house, and what is even more ridiculous is a few aristocratic ladies hiding in front of the castle window to peep, their ghostly faces, let me start to feel that Sister Feng is actually not so unapproachable.

All in all, this is an extremely cheating time!

Although he thinks he is an otaku, but the earl who is letting me kiss the back of the other party's hand, the body odor exuded by his body is more disgusting than when I don't go out for half a month, and the smell on my body when I brush the copy of Warcraft is even more disgusting, even if he sprays a strong perfume, it only makes the smell on his body more disgusting, and in the corner behind him, the affectionate monster noble lady who flatters me......

God, if you were standing in front of me right now, I would never kill you.

For the rest of the feasts and revelries, I can't remember what happened, because I've been avoiding the killing of all kinds of big-shouldered, round-waisted, strange-shaped estrus females, for fear that they will take advantage of my inattention to knock me unconscious and drag me into the wilderness.

I shivered all night behind the snoring Zareth Knight, and I began to miss the chubby boy next door who had written me love letters in high school, and if I had known that there would be today, I would have given my gorgeous youth at that time, so as not to be left here to be wasted alive.

Zareth turned over in his sleep and muttered indistinctly, "Randy, you have a good wife, so many noble ladies, sow as much as you want!" ”

Humiliated, I cried out in the depths of my heart: "I want to go home!" ”