But it didn't take long for him to change his dead nature, and he robbed the people's girls with his fox friends in the bar, and intimidated others in the name of Count Seth, and in just over a month, the scandal of Count Seth's family spread all over the Harder district. There were even rumors that the scandal reached the ears of the king.

And this also made the earl, who turned a blind eye to the matter of sending money to his son, really feel hopeless, so he ordered him to be expelled from the hard district, completely cut off relations with his son, and left him to fend for himself.

In order to make a living, Aransail used some money secretly sent to him by his mother as travel expenses, came to Adriatic District, and then became a handyman for Gulba by chance.

When Aransell thinks back to his past life, he can't help but feel ridiculous.

As Zach said, the Count is not a fool, and even if Alransail is not good at martial arts, even if he has a clever head, the Count will not kick him out of the house.

According to Aransale's perception of this world, I am afraid that there is no group that attaches more importance to family blood than the aristocracy. Because the family members of the nobility are directly equivalent to the bargaining chips for expanding their power and relationship networks.

"Still, that's fine."

Rather than living as the count's son, a life like this is more in line with his appetite.

If he had the opportunity in the future, Aransale would still like to see his "father" with his own eyes, but not as a loser, but as an upright and convincing father.

It is definitely not easy to completely turn over from a gentleman. Although the road ahead is free, it is also full of unknowns and hardships. But for Aransale, all suffering will be what keeps him going.

“…… In short, the first priority is to get a good night's sleep first, and then we have to work tomorrow. ”

Aransell untied his hair, hugged the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep in a few moments. And at this moment, a huge and brilliant meteor silently crossed the corner of the dark sky of the Terry Continent.

When the years passed, and it had been the sixth spring and autumn since Aransel came to the Terry Continent, the world's roulette wheel seemed to suddenly wake up, and a major event had happened on the Terry Continent.

The Apollo Empire and the Tyranid Empire officially went to war at the beginning of this year, which was a big blow to the people of both countries, and it meant that the peace that had lasted for half a century would be ended.

The pope's prophecy became the biggest joke of the century – the New Moon would bring a millennia of peace.

It is said that one night six years ago, he saw a meteor called the "Millennium Era", which symbolizes peace in mythology, streak across the sky at 0:00:00.

A sunny day in April. Red Village on the outskirts of Tiejia City.

A young man with beautiful pale blue ponytail hair was rolling up his sleeves and busily drying his laundry in the yard.

A small sparrow with colorful feathers landed on the wire for drying clothes, tilting its little head and chirping.

The young man is naturally Aransale, and the name of this little sparrow is "Jiujiu", which is the name that Aransell took for him.

For every morning, the little one appeared very gentlemanly by the window of Aransale, and chirped and cheered to wake him up. It's even better than an electronic alarm clock.

"Chirp, grab the gloves."

Aransale's voice was a little clearer, a little less childish, but also a little more magnetic.

Jiu Jiu actually understood what he said, flapped his wings and flew over, picked up his gloves and threw them to him. Alansell caught it sensitively, dried the gloves, and the morning's work was almost done.

"Mr. Gurba, do you need to tidy up your bookshelves?"

Now, 6 years later, 18-year-old Aransell has completely become a handsome and sunny big boy. Dressed in a white shirt and black leggings, with a light blue leather vest over it, he leaned against the door frame and said with a smile.

The Gurba in the room was like a statue, working in the same posture as six years ago, with his back hunched and blue metal glasses, staring at the drawings in his hand with a serious expression. The table is filled with colorful bottles and cans stuffed with wooden stoppers.

However, Gurba has also changed a little, his face has more wrinkles, his hair is more gray and curled, and at the recommendation of Aransel (in fact, it is half forced and half threatening), he throws away the thick black robe and changes to brown long sleeves and gray trousers. He now looks like a retired school teacher.

"Fuck off."

Gurpa said succinctly and coldly. But Alransell didn't hear it, whistled into his room, and tidied up the bookshelves on his own. Obviously, there is already a very familiar and fixed mode of getting along between the two.

"You need to pay more attention to your body, and it's better to adjust the time you study and rest.

Nearly ten hours a day are spent researching...... To be honest, I admire your perseverance, but you have to start thinking about your age, right? ”

Gurba glared at him impatiently, and Aransell shrugged, feeling that he was almost done and was about to leave when he saw a medical book on the shelf, which made his eyes squint slightly.

The title of the book is The Collected Works of Sikzel. He took the book off the shelf, but was stopped by Gurpa's screams.

"When you're done, go about your own business! Don't bother me here! ”

"Mr. Gurba, perhaps you are beginning to become interested in the human heart? This book is indeed a good choice, and although there are some omissions and minor errors, the general direction and core idea are correct. It's just that why haven't I seen you care about medicine before? Do you have a heart problem? ”

Gulba cupped his forehead, looking a little irritated, but when he turned his head to look at Aransel and was about to scold, he saw a rare frown between his eyebrows, and a trace of anger in his eyes.

He couldn't help but soften his heart a little. I don't know when this stinky boy began to pay attention to his health, no matter how angry he was, he still chattered in his ear, and there was no fear at all.

Gulba hated Aransail's approach at first, but after an incident, Gurba began to acquiesce to his approach.

The communication between them has become more frequent than before, and they have more intersections in life, and they even eat at the same table, and occasionally drink a drink called "coffee" together in the courtyard......