In rainy weather, it is a very comfortable thing to lie in the quilt, and if there is a warm mushroom that can be hugged and hugged together, it will be even more comfortable.

It's a pity that Charles only has a hard sword in his arms, and even if it is hot, there is no comfort at all.

The quaint longbow was placed within easy reach of the outside of the bed, and it was the basic nature of a wind hunter to not leave his weapon when camping in the wilderness.

Speaking of the Wind Hunter, Charles has a special feeling in his heart, with pride, grievance, and resentment.

Wind Hunter is the entry-level title of "Hunter", and this "Hunter" is a transcendent professional system that has been inherited on the continent for a long time, and every family or force with an extraordinary professional inheritance has left a glorious legend on the continent.

The Chevalier family is a family with the extraordinary inheritance of hunters, although the inheritance is incomplete, only the six levels of extraordinary knowledge of the middle and low ranks, but it is enough to make the family last for hundreds of years, until the great war a few decades ago, the family fell most of the backbone, and it quickly declined, but even so, the Chevalier family is still a senior noble family in the Flensian Kingdom.

Charles vividly remembers that at the age of eight he had awakened his extraordinary talent and became the youngest Wind Hunter ever in the history of the Chevalier family, and was hailed as the genius of the Kingdom of Florens, and all who talked about Charles Chevalier would not be stingy with praise, and even the bards of the kingdom had praised his fame.

It's a pity that all the good things were shattered after that damn horse race, just like a colorful soap bubble that can't stand up to the scorching sun, and then vanishes after a brief moment of glamour.

"It's fortunate that he was thrown into a fool at that time, not lame or paralyzed, otherwise an eight-year-old child was carried from the top of the cloud to the pit, and he didn't know what kind of mental illness he was stimulated!"

Charles stretched, shaking his head vigorously to dispel the bad emotions in his mind, and he could feel that he was becoming more and more integrated with the memories of this body. I believe that in a few days, I will be able to completely control my consciousness, and even if it happens again like yesterday, I will not be irritable and angry, let alone feel fresh and curious about some special behaviors and habits of the nobles.

"I am Charles Chevalier, a new Charles Chevalier, I will be an enlightened, kind, rich nobleman, I will bring warmth and prosperity to my people, I will make my family feel safe and happy......"

Charles found a walnut frame from his package, which he had found in the big black horse's horse bag, and which was apparently something that Charles Chevalier held very high.

There are busts of two girls in the frame, and the painting is exquisite to the point of being meticulous. The girl on the left looks like she is under fourteen or fifteen years old, but she has already revealed the true appearance of a beautiful woman.

As for the tall girl on the right, Charles was surprised at first sight, and he was surprised at how a Westerner could look exactly like an Oriental.

With pale blonde hair, dark deep eyes, a straight small nose, a fair goose egg face, pink fiery lips, perfect facial features and perfect distance angles, it blends into a face that has brought disaster to the country and the people.

Looking at her collarbone and neck, Charles guessed that she should be a well-proportioned stunner, but unfortunately this is only a bust, otherwise Charles, who has read countless teacher action movies, will come up with more hidden information.

Fani Augustin, fiancée of Charles Chevalier, seventh in line to the throne of the Kingdom of Florens.

"The good cabbage has made the pig arch, but does the pig know how much he is jealous?"

Charles smiled beautifully for two minutes, jumped out of the warm quilt, put on the cold armor, and made plans and positioning for his future life, he wanted to be a good nobleman that everyone loved.

"Alas, but in the future, it is better to be cautious about the exercise of my first (night) right to take someone else's beautiful bride with a dog's legs, and have the trouble of having a beautiful wife......... Who can understand it? It's a pity that I'm a nobleman........." Charles felt a little melancholy inexplicably.

Lifting the simple tent, the sky was still not clear, the gray drifting scattered rain, and the clammy and cold breath made Charles feel smart, and suddenly felt much more energetic.

The temporary camp was already full of people, and the cavalry soldiers were quietly and orderly packing their things, and it seemed that they would soon be able to continue their departure.

Charles was now a member of this cavalry team, and naturally he could not hold anyone back, so he quickly untied the ropes of the small tent, and did what the other cavalry did, and curled them into a sturdy ball as much as possible, so that his mare could carry it.

The rain-soaked canvas was stiff and stained with a lot of sewage as it folded on the ground, and while Charles was laboriously folding it, Bourne came over and reached out to take the dirty work.

"Lord Earl, I can't believe that you would do such menial work with your own hands!"

"Nobles are human beings, and sometimes, people are the same, and if you can do it, I can do it!" Charles and Bourne worked together to tie the heavily soaked canvas to the mare horse, ignoring the muddy water on it.

Byrne's eyes were visibly touched, "No, Lord Earl, you are different from other nobles!"

"Oh! what's the difference?"

Charles asked casually, but he vaguely guessed what was the motive of a team of a dozen men who had crossed the enemy blockade to find him?

"Lord Earl, you are a good nobleman who is enlightened, kind, benevolent, and cares for his people......"

“........”

Looking at Bourne's sincere eyes, Charles was a little embarrassed, just now he was still inspiring to be a good nobleman, but the previous Charles Chevalier had already done it?

"As you just said, man and man are the same, and the church also says that God loves the world and all beings are equal, but no one has ever done it, only you, the Earl...... My mother was seriously ill, and the pastor of the church advised us to follow the gods' arrangement, but you called a doctor and kept her alive, so you ......."

"Stop!" Charles reached out and made a stop gesture to stop Bourne's affectionate speech, then looked at Bourne and said, "What the hell do you want to say to me today?"

“.......”

Byrne's lips moved, and he couldn't speak as he looked at Charles' sharp eyes, and he suddenly realized that all the rumors about Count Bayonne were bullshit, who said he was a mentally retarded fool count? Who said he was a benevolent nobleman? You look at his eyes, they are sharper than those shrewd big people, and the thoughts of those above are too naïve.

Byrne secretly gritted his teeth, and finally spoke: "Lord Earl, do you really think..... People to people...... Is it the same? I mean...... Are nobles the same as commoners?"

Charles looked at Byrne, who was apprehensive and hopeful, as if he understood something, and he said after a moment's consideration.

Everyone has the right to struggle to survive, just like me now, I am trying to live, I will bleed if I am injured, and I will die if I bleed too much, just like you. ”

"But some people are born rich and noble, and they can get everything without labor, and some people are born slaves and servants, and even if they die of exhaustion, they cannot eat, and the food they grow is taken away, and they work hard all their lives, and they starve all their lives, and when their children are born, they are still slaves and servants, and this is ...... Is it fair?"

"What do you think...... What is fairness?"

Bourne said excitedly: "Fairness means that everyone is equal, all people are born free, they don't belong to anyone, they are not born slaves and servants, everyone has their own land, everyone can eat, everyone has their own house, no one can just take away our food and property with a bullshit, and there is no bullshit right to the first (night) ......"

The more Byrne spoke, the more excited Charles became, for in his inherited memory, the kingdoms of the continent were all feudal and ruled, and the commoners and slaves were quite ignorant, and they only knew blind obedience when facing the nobility and the church.

Although the members of the cavalry squad in front of them secretly sarcastically ridiculed Charles, and there was contempt and disdain in their eyes from a distance, when facing Charles at close range, they would always unconsciously bow their heads and keep their distance, naturally showing a humble attitude, obviously they had a natural respect and fear for the aristocratic class in their bones.

So how did such a group give birth to the free consciousness that "all people are born free, all are equal"?

"Byrne, your oath is to achieve the kind of fairness you speak of?"

“.........”

"Yes, Lord Earl, we cordially invite you to join us!"

Your sister, Lao Tzu is a nobleman, the land is mine, and the right to the first (night) is also mine, you pull me into the gang to play fairly, the brain is to let the donkey kick, right?

"Byrne, it's a pity that the kind of 'absolute fairness' you aspire to doesn't exist!"