Xue Zheng sat at a rough wooden table, frowning and looking at the silver-plated plate in his hand, his appearance was printed on the plate, originally because of the pale face of the house turned rose red, this is because his complexion is the fairness of Western Europeans, and because of his young age, the blood color is white and red, a strange ghost with a high nose and blue eyes.

"What's wrong with me?" Xue Zheng touched the side of his lips, the golden fluffy beard, looking at his age, he seemed to be a big boy who had just begun to develop, but he was obviously an adult.

"Hey, why didn't Arold eat the bacon made by his mother, your favorite before?" A woman's voice came from behind Xue Zheng, and from the voice he could tell that it was similar to the language of the Germans.

"Me, where am I? Who am I? Xue Zheng felt a dull pain in the back of his head, and his head felt a little cloudy.

"Oh, poor little Arrod, fall from your horse." A pair of gentle hands placed on the top of Xue Zheng's head, gently stroking his blonde hair, and his tone was full of gentle doting.

"Ping~~." Suddenly the door of the house was slammed open, and a large blond Germanic strode in, and he looked at the room nonchalantly, went to the wooden table, grabbed the ham by the tin candlestick, and ate it with great gusto.

"Where's your father, Ive?" The woman turned and said to the large young Germanic man, her eyes equally full of pity.

He set his horse in the stable, and he came at once. Damn it, we almost got a buck down today, but the damn deer fled into the next territory. The young Germanic man named Yve, sitting at the table, took the hard barley bread that his mother had brought him, and licked the broth on his plate.

"Eat slowly, save some for your brother, he's just recovered."

"There's enough left for him to eat, he always eats like a, he's skinny like an old goat, haluha." Yves laughed at his brother as he ate, as if it was a sparse and ordinary thing, and it was true that Arrod's body was not as strong as his, but it was not as good as he said.

"That's better than you eating like a pig." If it was the previous Arrod in front of this strong brother, he would not dare to raise his head, but Arold, who was possessed by Xue Zheng, would not endure this kind of insult, and he immediately reflexively retorted.

"What? Damn you say it again. Not only was Yves surprised, but he paused for a few seconds before he reacted to a frenzy, the crumbs in his mouth and his spit splashing everywhere.

Even their mothers caressed their chests and stared at Arold in front of them with wide eyes.

"Yve, your brother was injured just now, and his mind is not very clear." Seeing that a family war was about to break out at the dinner table, the woman who was a mother hurriedly stopped her eldest son with a big waist and a round waist, and at the same time was surprised by the change in her weak second son, although she didn't want to admit it, but she did have a cowardly personality.

"If you dare to insult me once, even if you are my brother, I will make you look good, huh." Yves gave his brother a vicious threat, then stood up and left the table, his massive body squeaking the heavy wooden chair with a loud creaking.

"What the hell is going on?" For everything that could not be explained by common sense and logic, Xue Zheng could only smile bitterly and say in the popular language of his time, "Brother has been crossed. ”

Yes, according to Einstein's theory of relativity and a certain theory, when Xue was debugging the receiver during a thunderstorm, he accidentally contacted a beam of lightning with great energy, and after destroying Xue Zheng's otaku body, this lightning bolt carried the remaining energy through the receiver's European program, and Xue Zheng's soul was directly possessed into the body of a medieval aristocratic child.

Just when Xue Zheng was thinking nonsense, he felt that someone pulled the corner of his clothes, and saw a small red face come out from under his squeaky socket, this is a five or six-year-old girl, she blinked her long eyelashes, her big blue eyes looked at her curiously, and her chubby little hands held a wooden spoon.

"Hey, little darling, when did you get in?" Ive's mother smiled and held the blonde little Lori in her arms, and the little girl was also obediently lying in her mother's arms.

"This is, this is?" Xue Zheng looked at this cute little Lori in puzzlement, and Little Lori looked like she wanted to say something, her slender eyebrows were wrinkled, and her eyes were full of confusion.

"What's wrong with Lena, your brother is well, aren't you happy for him?" Their mother teased her daughter, then turned and stirred with an iron spoon in a tong, helping her daughter make some mushy porridge, and Lena suddenly pouted and began to cry.

"Brother Arrod is gone, he's gone."

"Ah, what?" Xue Zheng was shocked by the little girl's words in a cold sweat, he almost panicked and almost knocked over his plate, of course he was going to panic, if he really traveled to medieval Europe, then the soul of this young man named Arold that he possessed must have been destroyed by himself, he didn't know if these people listened to the little girl's words, would they burn themselves to death like they did with witches.

"What's wrong, baby." Of course, their mother did not understand the meaning of Little Lena's words, and the innocence and sensitivity of children were actually extremely accurate, but adults always ignored them easily with their own way of thinking.

"Ha Luha, my sister, why don't you remember me?" Xue Zheng was not the kind of person who sat still, he quickly stood up and walked to his mother's side, and took Xiao Lena in her arms in an attempt to calm her down.

"Woo woo ~ ~~." But Xue Zheng didn't understand that maybe he could deal with a strong warrior like his brother, but this delicate little sister was very stubborn and difficult, and she kicked and made trouble in Xue Zheng's arms, and she couldn't be quiet for a moment.

"No, I have to think of a way, I can't cross the first day and be wiped out." Out of the corner of his eye, behind the wooden door, the sharp axe leaning against the wall shivered.

He searched around with his eyes, this two-story house made of mud and wood, near the dining table was a wooden frame made of wood, in which was placed the clay pot that the mother possessed by himself used to show off, and a few silver-plated plates, although in Xue Zheng's opinion, this is actually very poor and ridiculous, but in this era, the nobles are showing off their wealth to others.

Fortunately, there was a linen handkerchief on the dining table to wipe his hands to rescue Xue Zheng, he picked up the linen handkerchief and quickly used his fingers to flexibly weave a little mouse, he took the cloth mouse and moved, Lina, who had never seen a vivid mouse made of linen handkerchief, was attracted, the corners of her mouth were dripping, and her blue eyes stared motionlessly at the mouse moving between Xue Zheng's fingers.

"Oh God, Arrode, when are you going to do this?" Arold's mother looked at Xiao Lina, who had quieted down, and said to Xue Zheng in admiration.

"Ah, actually, I would have done it a long time ago, but I haven't said it." Xue Zheng hurriedly explained, and then handed the little mouse to Xiao Lina, who had been completely enveloped by herself, gifts and toys are always very effective for children, Lena held this unique toy, and had already thrown Xue Zheng's matter out of the clouds.

Xue Zheng felt that his crossing was not easy at all, he didn't know what it was like for other people to cross, but he felt that it was a complicated project to get the people around him, the young man named Arold he possessed was the second son of the Wendell family, and their father was an inconspicuous knight among Duke Mason's many subordinates, and he had the right to rule this village called Black Swamp, and the reason why this village was called this name was because there was a swamp in the east of the village, and black liquid often flowed out of the swamp, The peasants were horrified that the pungent black water came from hell.

It took Xue Zheng a week to gradually integrate and understand everything around him, his father Sir Wendell is a middle-aged knight, his left hand is a little disabled, it is the scar left on the battlefield when he fought for Duke Meadow's father, in order to repay Sir Wendell's loyalty, Duke Meadow's father gave him this village, as a fief to collect taxes to support and arm himself, Sir Wendell and his family have made their home here.

"Arold, you are about to reach adulthood, and you should follow your brother to be his attendant and serve him." During a dinner, Sir Wendell, a cheap father of Xue Zheng in this era, said solemnly to him, perhaps because of the result of a long war, Sir Wendell always had a serious face, and never had a gentle language to his family, not so much to ask for the advice of his family, but rather a tone of command.

"He's too thin, I don't want this kind of squire." And Arold's brother Yves, a big man who had become a would-be knight, always looked pretentious, and he looked at his younger brother with contempt.

"No, Ive, you need an acolyte to help you, there is nothing more trustworthy than your own brother, Arrod's club is still good, although his riding skills are not exquisite, but it is enough to defend your back." Sir Wendell stretched out his thick right hand and stared at his eldest son with blazing eyes, interrupting Yves's words and speaking in a loud voice.

"What's the matter, is there another war?" Mrs. Eva, who was using a wooden spoon to flung the sticky porridge from the pot into the plate, said the children's mother.

"Well, there is news from the post station that the Duke of Mason has already ordered his vassals to prepare for war, and there are some border disputes between him and the Duke of Saxony, and this Duke of Mason is much more belligerent than his father." Sir Wendell stirred the mush from the pile of plates with a spoon and ate it in his mouth.

"Is it true that he ate the wild boar he gave him on the night he died?" Yves bowed his head in a mysterious tone, and for the first time did not speak in his loud voice.

"Shut up Ive, we are knights who swear allegiance to the Duke, and don't chew our tongues like peasants." Sir Wendell glanced at his eldest son dissatisfied, he was always worried about his sons, although the eldest son had good strength, it was conceivable that he would have a foothold on the battlefield, but in the desire to advance to the army, it was obvious that Yves's mind was not enough, and his second son was too cowardly, maybe it would be better to go to the battlefield and smell blood.

Xue Zheng didn't talk to him and knew where his status was, as the second son of the family, he only had to obey, not to mention that he looked at the things on his plate, and felt that he had enough appetite, even medieval nobles couldn't eat meat every day, this kind of mushy food was commonplace.

"Although I don't know what all this is for, since I have been reborn, I can only forget my past and live well as Arrod in this era." Looking at the strange everything around him, Xue Zheng secretly advised himself, and was glad that he was at least a nobleman, and after seeing the life of those miserable peasants in the Middle Ages, he felt that he still had a lot to do.