The reborn Arrod walked in his father's fiefdom, he looked at everything around him in confusion, his slender and straight body was evenly muscular, and the village girls who walked by him secretly stared at his handsome face with shy faces. Perhaps because he eats better than others, Arrode's face does not have the same kind of food as others, and his face is not full of flesh like his brother Yves, and his walking posture seems to be polite and cultivated, without the brutal and rude touch of a medieval aristocracy.

The surrounding villagers could clearly feel this sense of incongruity, they knew Arrod, although he was the son of the lord who grew up here, but the low-ranking nobles were like the squires of the village, except for the need for Sir Wendell to adjudicate in the event of a dispute, everything else was settled by the villagers themselves in a conventional way, so there was no difference from them except for the bloodline, little Arold used to play naughtily with the children of the villagers, rolling in mud, spitting, and swearing the dirty words he had learned.

But now, they stared wide-eyed at the newly healed Arrod, and felt that he seemed to be very different from before, as if he were a great nobleman from the provincial town, and seemed out of place with them, which made many people feel distant from Arold, and they shook their heads and drew a cross with their rough right fingers on their chests, and then turned to do their own thing.

"This is the Middle Ages, it's really backward." Arold muttered a few words, and he saw that most of the buildings in the village were crooked thatched huts, and some simply dug a large hole in the ground, and then covered it with low shacks of thatch, and peasants in tattered clothes, scratching their bodies from time to time, as if there were fleas moving on their bodies, their hair was unkempt like weeds, men wore felt hats, and women wore turbans.

"Take it, get out of the way." At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded on the muddy road, and Arold quickly turned away, and saw his brother Yves rushing in front of him on a brown steed, and he was so reckless that he knocked down several pieces of the fence outside the cottage by the roadside, and the farmers looked at him helplessly.

"Hey, my brother, are you going to be a road killer?" Faced with the horse driven by the madman, Arold hurriedly hid aside, but stepped into the sewage, his leather pointed-toe shoes were not very waterproof, the annoyed Arold raised his head and said sarcastically.

"What?" Yves's IQ doesn't understand what Arrod means by being a road killer, but seeing his brother's embarrassment makes him feel very good, so he doesn't pursue Arrod's rudeness to a large extent.

"What are you going to do in such a hurry?" Arold took off his bulky leather shoes, shook the water inside, and asked casually.

"Of course I'm looking for you, bring this with me." Yves took a long strip from the left side of his mount and threw it at Arold.

"What does this mean? Arrod looked puzzled at the long sword thrown by Yve, this sword was nearly two meters long, the leather of the hilt was cracked, and the sword body was covered with a little rust, and it could be seen that it was an inferior iron sword.

"Bring the sword and come with me, and if my father wants you to be my squire, at least let me see what you are capable of. As soon as Eves tugged at the reins, the brown steed snorted and staggered towards the grove outside the village, and Arold scratched the back of his head and followed helplessly.

The fresh air in the morning made Arrod feel refreshed, he carried this inferior iron sword in his hand, as a man's dream since childhood is to hold a sword, wearing a cloak to force a hero, so this rusty iron sword, actually made Arrod's heart a little excited.

"Flutter" Arold picked up the sword and played with it, as an otaku, he certainly didn't have any concept of the balance of weapons, nor did he have any experience and moves in using weapons.

"What are you doing stupidly? Yves tied his horse to an old tree with a crooked neck, and strode with his chest and belly protruding.

"What's wrong? Arold paused a little awkwardly, and he held the sword in his hand as if he were holding some kind of king's sword.

Yves frowned, looking at his brother's ridiculous behavior, he couldn't help but feel that his last joke seemed to have gone a little too far, and his stupid brother wouldn't become a drooling idiot.

"Come, hold your sword, and let me see how you've grown? Yves took off his linen shawl and threw it at his feet on the grass at his feet, dressed in the usual Germanic linen collared casual clothes, with trousers that hugged his legs and a cowhide scabbard hanging from his waist, the hilt of which shone with a metallic sheen.

"It's not fair! Arold looked at the sword hanging from Yve's waist, and immediately compared which was more expensive, and when he heard Yves pull out the sword, the crisp sound of the scabbard and the sword body, the snow-bright sword peak, and the straight sword body.

On the other hand, the broken sword in his hand was not only rusty, but also looked closely, it seemed that there was a crack in the middle, as if it was broken and reconnected.

"Ha Luha, beggars don't have room for picky eating. Yves mocked, wielding his sword and posing to Arold to attack first, a habit that seemed to If's victory over his brother.

"Then you're welcome. Looking at Yve's fat face and contemptuous demeanor, the corners of the reborn Arrod's mouth moved, and his eyes became gloomy, but the arrogant Yves didn't notice this.

One moment Arold seemed to be looking down at his sword carelessly, but the next moment he pounced on Yf like a leopard, this unexpected blow did not surprise Yve, he had the impression that Arold was not only poor in force but also stupid, whenever he provoked him, he always fought himself head-on.

The sound of swords and swords striking sounded in the woods, and Eve's strong force completely suppressed Arrod with his tall body.

"This guy, the strength is really large, but my attached body is not bad, at least much stronger than my otaku body. Arold whispered, unlike human beings in the 21st century who rely on high technology, all things in the medieval human beings are done by physical strength, not to mention that even the second son of a knight has received strict military training since he was a child, so Arold's physical fitness is very good, agile, quick response, and the use of strength is very good, but because of the inferiority complex and psychological fear caused by the lack of inheritance, he has an irrepressible psychological barrier every time he faces his brother, but this time it is different.

"Lord, what's going on. Yves dodged Arrod's sword from the right, and it was so sharp that it didn't hesitate, not at all like his sluggish brother.

"Are you scared? While wielding his old sword, Arold observed Ive's surprised expression, in the first sword-to-sword collision he tested Ive's amazing wrist strength, Ive, as the eldest son of the family, of course, received more rigorous training, he is a powerful warrior, so soon Arold adjusted his offensive strategy, avoiding frontal attacks, slashing from the side, and dodging Yve's attacks with dexterous steps.

"Shut up, you coward. Yves howled frantically, he raised his sharp sword, and at this time there were no gentle words such as his brother's family in his eyes, and the enraged quasi-knight in his anger could not wait to stab the creature in front of him in the stomach with his sword. "This bear can't be crazy! Although as a senior otaku Arold will watch all kinds of Hollywood action blockbusters, some of the European straight men in it will wield this kind of sword to kill the flesh and blood, as an audience Arold will appreciate this kind of fight, but if the object is himself, then Arold will only do one thing and turn around and run away.

"Coward, coward. Yves' eyes were about to pop out, and he saw that the second son of the Wendell family, his younger brother and squire, had turned and fled, and he did not hesitate so that the honor of nobility was like snot thrown out of his nostrils.

"A fool just stands there and lets you cut it." Arold doesn't have any knightly honor or anything like that, what he knows is that even if he is cut down here, no one will call the police to save him, fortunately, the forest is big enough, the thick fir trees here are generally as thick as a person hugging him, Arold hides behind the tree from time to time, the fresh smell of the leaves penetrates into the nose, and the fallen leaves on the ground are as thick as a carpet, Arold runs in this strange land, followed by his so-called brother who chases and kills him with a sword.

"Come out, I'm going to slaughter you bastard so that you don't bring shame on the Wendell family in the future." Yves was completely enraged, his eyes were like those of a wolf, and he was low trying to avoid the branches above his head, but he was like a bear breaking into a china shop, and his huge body could not hide his tracks.

"This bastard, why isn't it over yet." Arold ran to a big cedar tree, the tree was covered with green moss, thick vines clinging to the big tree, several unknown birds flew overhead, the green leaves and branches covered the sky like a canopy, Arold took a breath and was chased by Yve, but it aroused his anger, although Arold is an otaku, but he is a very strong technical otaku who lives and works hard alone, and he will not hesitate to shoot when he is cornered.

"Let me think about what to do? First of all, make a trap, but what about tools, what should I use? Arrod narrowed his eyes and entered otaku mode, he stuck the iron sword next to him and habitually rubbed his hands, his eyes looked around, and the voice of Eve's in the distance was getting closer and closer.