The girl excitedly defended, which made Arold a little embarrassed, it was indeed very inauthentic to criticize the girl's father in front of him, and the two fell silent for a while, but Arold quickly thought that he should help this filial girl, so he hurriedly ran to his home, Leila watched Arold turn back and run towards the path she had come, she trembled with fright, she thought she had offended the little nobleman.

The medieval country roads were generally muddy, with weeds and woods beside them, and a path was carved out of the dense weeds and wild flowers, and Arold often stepped into muddy puddles of water as he ran through the paths, which made him very unsuitable for the smooth concrete pavement, but fortunately the Arold family's house was on a small hill not far from the village, and the only solid building made of wood and stone was different from the thatched farmhouse, and a slightly smoothed path winded up from the foot of the hill.

As a small military landowner with a title, the Wendell family's house also built a watchtower, which can overlook the entire territory from this small wooden watchtower in wartime, and archers can shoot arrows from above to defend against invaders, but because the family finances are unable to make ends meet, this watchtower also shows a decadent momentum, the wooden planks on the top of the tower are rotten, and when it rains, it rains heavily outside and it rains lightly inside, and it can't keep out the wind and rain at all.

"Arold, what are you looking for?" Arold's mother, Madame Eva, asked curiously when she saw her youngest son rummaging through the room.

"I, I'll find some honey." Arold said embarrassedly, although he has been in this era for a while, but he always feels as if he is an uninvited guest who has broken into here, whenever the mother of this body is full of love, he will feel very guilty and sad, after all, he is not the real Arold, but a Chinese young man who borrowed the corpse to resurrect his soul, and Mrs. Eva's real son may no longer exist in this world.

"Ha, silly boy, why didn't you just tell me that I hid the honey in the storage room, how could you possibly find it outside?" Madame Eva laughed, although she had noble blood, but the low-ranking small aristocratic families did not produce delicate and pretentious noblewomen like the big noble families, and she even ran the house as simple as an ordinary peasant woman, and kept busy for her family every day.

"Okay, I just need a little bit, a friend is sick and needs honey." Arold rubbed his hands together embarrassedly and whispered to Mrs. Eva.

"Oh? No problem. Mrs. Eva glanced curiously at her youngest son, smiled at the corners of her mouth, wiped her hands on her apron, and turned and went into the storage room to fetch a jar of honey. While she waited, Arold picked up the cloth and knitted a little rabbit and placed it on the table of her little sister Lena, who looked like a doll, eating the malt of paste, a slightly sweet thing that she loved very much.

"Poor sister." Arrod frowned and watched Little Lena eat that sticky food, feeling that the children of his era were really happy, and if the conditions were good in the future, he must let his little sister taste what fried chicken wings were.

"Is that enough for you, Arold?" Mrs. Eva handed Arold a small jar of honey, which was a black pot of inferior pottery, but even then Lady Eva told her to remember to take it back.

"Huhu~~~." When Arold ran back and forth to the river, the sky had gradually darkened, and there was nothing by the river except the whining wind and the cry of egrets, it seemed that the girl named Laila had left, Arold patted his head with some annoyance, he should let her wait here for him, but he was a little unwilling to go back like this, he had to walk towards the village in the hope of finding Laila's house.

There were more than thirty families in the village, the farmhouses were arranged in a circle around a well water, a few snotty children were squatting in the mud and playing, and the stout peasant women were sitting at the door of the house and sewing clothes by the sun's rays while chatting, when they saw Arold coming over, they stopped talking and looked at him intently, and the children stopped playing and followed behind Arold, these obviously malnourished children stared at the small jar that exuded the sweetness of honey, and saliva unconsciously flowed out of the corners of their mouths.

"Excuse me, where is Leila's home?" Arold looked at the villagers, walked up to the women, and asked politely.

The peasant women looked at each other and did not say anything, they knew Arold and knew that he was the youngest son of the lord, but no nobles had stepped into the dirty village except for the time of collecting rent, Arold's sudden appearance made them inexplicably a little nervous, the timid people had already begun to return to their houses to wake up the men who had been tired for a day, and after a while, several men who were scolding and scolding all over the straw walked out of the farmhouse, holding sticks and dung forks that could be reached, but they also showed puzzled eyes after seeing that Arold was alone.

"I don't mean anything, I just want to go to Lyla's house." Arold was secretly vigilant in his heart, he actually walked into the farmers' territory unarmed like this, this is not a modern society with police, his identity is the evil landlord class, who knows if these oppressed farmers will suddenly realize and tie themselves up. However, Arold is a little unnecessary, although these farmers are oppressed by the Wendell family in this chaotic era, but at the same time, the Wendell family's force also protects their safety, if they lose the protection of the nobles, their situation will not be much better than that of slaves.

An old farmer, tall and thin, with rough skin on his face and a top felt hat on his head, stretched out his hand like a chicken's claw and pointed with his index finger in a direction outside the village, as if to show Arold the way, while the others did not move but looked at Arold with more curious eyes.

"Oh, thank you." Arold nodded slightly to the men, and then walked the way to the old farmer, which caused another commotion among the villagers, and it was unheard of for the nobles to give salutes to the lowly farmers, and the older farmers shrugged their shoulders, pouted their lips and pointed their fingers at their heads, as if to explain to the others that little Arrod's head was broken.

The path pointed by the villagers was in the direction of the swamp outside the village, where it was covered with a black viscous liquid, emitting a burst of foul smell, and the strange gas that bubbled from the ground, Arold was surprised to hold the honey jar and thought to himself how the girl who chased honey, Laila, lived in this place, it was like being excluded by other people, you must know that in ancient society, because of the low production capacity, collective labor was essential, so the relationship between people was closer than in modern society, If they are excluded from the village collective, it means that they cannot obtain better means of production, and even their lives are at risk.

"Is this a house?" Not far from the stinking swamp, Arold saw a human structure, a house made of thatched and crooked, he thought that if the wind blew the thatched house, it would fall, and the owner of the house seemed to realize this, and he used a few thick logs to hold the house on all sides, and a few steps away from the dilapidated house was a clothes pole made of four dead branches, on which some simple clothes were dried.

"Ahem." There was a coughing sound from the house, and after a while a curtain made of wool felt was lifted, and a young girl bent over, it was Lyra.

"Huh." Leila held a basket made of twigs with green leaves in it, which she seemed to be about to put into the tongs on a small campfire at the door, but when she looked up and saw Arrod, she took a few steps back, and the basket in her hand fell to the ground, and the green leaves were scattered all over the ground.

"Laila, why don't you wait for me." Arold was also puzzled when he saw Leila's surprised look, which can't blame him, in his previous life, he was a technical otaku who didn't know anything other than engaging in machinery, so he only cared about finding honey for Leila to help her, and didn't consider the gap between his identity and Leila.

"Young Master Arrod, why are you here?" Although Leila was a little panicked, her eyes fell on the honey jar in Arrod's hand, her nose was filled with the sweetness of the different honey in this stinking black swamp, and she couldn't help but think that it couldn't be the honey that Arold found for herself, but when she thought about how Arold, as a nobleman, could she help herself, a person who is not related to her, could this little nobleman have other plans, she couldn't help but be a little nervous, pursed her mouth and stared at Arold vigilantly.

"I've got you honey, Nu." Arold lifted the honey jar in his hand and took a few steps forward to hand it to Lyra, but Lyra did not believe that the nobles would be so kind to her, and instead stepped back.

"No, Master Arrod, please take the honey away, I have nothing to give you." Lyra shook her head and said to Arold with a cold expression.

"But your father is not sick, he must need this thing very much, take it." Arold wondered very much, when she was by the river, Leila clearly said that coward Chodo needed honey to cure his illness, but he brought it and did everything possible to excuse what was going on.

"What are your goals and intentions, for the sake of the Lord, please let us go, we are not worthy of your labor." Layla looked at the approaching Arrod and became even more nervous, and she said in a begging tone.

"Ahh Arold felt inexplicable, why he wanted to help Leila, but she spoke to herself in this tone, and then he took a closer look at the humble room, the girl in the shabby dress in front of him, he realized at this time that she must have thought that he had some intentions, and it was no wonder that he gave something to others so recklessly, which would indeed cause misunderstanding.