Because of his concern for Lyuklixia, Martin did not stop to visit the city after being teleported to Hugh Castle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info although it has a long history, it is one of the pearls of the Northland.

But as he passed through this small village, which seemed unremarkable to outsiders, he had to stop.

Because, this small village is where he grew up.

He spent his entire childhood here.

This small village has too many memories of him.

He let go of the reins and let his mount lead him slowly through the village. He looked at the dilapidated village with such affection that it made the movement feel like sleepwalking.

That pond, it was there that he learned to swim.

How many nights has he listened to the old man talk about the past and the present under that big tree.

And it was there that 13-year-old Martin imitated what he saw, and did that kind of thing for the first time with a little girl of the same class......

And then there's the wheat field, where his sweat used to be sprinkled.

There was also the hut in front of him, where the kind, easy-going old priest lived back then, although he couldn't even release a first-level divine skill, but he did his duty. Not only did he do his job well, but he also gave the villagers a lot of extra things. It was from him that Martin learned to spell.

Now, I'm afraid the old priest is gone. Martin thought so as he allowed his mount to continue to take him away.

As if the mount knew what was going on in his mind, it led Martin to the hut. It was the hut where Martin and his adoptive father had been living all along.

At that time, the hut was already very old. Now, despite the painstaking repairs of the new owner, the hut still looks dilapidated. However, there was a burst of lively laughter from inside.

His adoptive father died in the battle between the lords because of a prey, but this dilapidated thatched hut has stubbornly supported it, and perhaps, it will witness more births, growth, and death......

"Sir, may I ask you for something?" a childish voice interrupted Martin's thoughts.

It turned out that it was the child of the new owner of the hut who ran out and looked at him curiously.

Just when Martin didn't know what to say for a while, the hostess of the house had already run out and smiled at Martin.

She could tell from the way Martin was dressed and behaved at a glance that Martin and them were not of the same class. "At least a knight. She thought about it, and at the same time worried that her child had just done something impolite.

But Martin only smiled slightly, and then said to her, "Where are you going to go in such costumes? ”

"Oh, sir, don't you know? There is a jousting tournament on the edge of the town not far away! I heard that even knights from far away have come to this great event. Our whole family is going to see the excitement too. ”

Martin listened to her answer, nodded slightly, and rode out of the cabin. It's already someone else's home......

"Knights' jousting tournaments? It's funny, in the days of Norma, it was the nobles who forced the slaves to fight in the gladiatorial arena for their amusement. Now, however, it has become the nobles fighting in the field, and the serf class, whom they consider lowly, is amusing themselves. It would be ironic if this was the progress of the times. Martin muttered to himself.

The village is not big, and it will be a short time for Martin to finish his walk. For a moment, Martin couldn't think of anything he should do.

Back then, when he first became a Starch Spencer School druid, Martin had a lot of ideas. One of them is to return home in the future. Show off in front of your buddies back then.

But now, he found that the knowledge and strength of a life that only slept four hours a day, except for eating, and spent all the time studying, had completely separated him from his former companions. He knew very well that he and those people no longer had a common language. They are no longer a class of people. In fact, Martin didn't think he could still recognize them. Including, the same goes for the first woman in his life. Probably, the hard life of serfs has made her look old......

And Martin had hoped that after he had power, he would return to his hometown and avenge his adoptive father. After all, his adoptive father died because of the lord's prey competition.

However, for some reason, as the understanding gradually deepened, Martin's hatred diluted......

When Martin was a young serf, he was already enlightened by the old priest, and he was literate. Perhaps it had something to do with this, Martin had a hostile attitude towards the lord for a long time, believing him to be a bad guy.

But when he became a Starch Spencer Druid and gained knowledge, he suddenly discovered that the lord was not a bad person, he just did what his class would do. Even, if you compare him with people of the same class, he is better. This lord does not take pleasure in the suffering of others. He did not like to let the hunting dogs bite the serfs, nor did he like to torture the serfs with tools such as dungeons, standing cages, etc. If anyone commits a mistake such as tax resistance, he will just whip it. Nor did he lead his men to plunder passing caravans. He also generously gave the peasants the right to hunt hares in the fields that spoiled their crops, knowing that in the land of other lords, the peasants did not have the right to hunt even such small things as hares. And one of the crimes of the good men in the Sherwood Forest, in the eyes of the nobles, was the poaching of wild deer in the forest.

It's not the lords who are bad, it's the world.

With the establishment of feudalism, they changed from freedmen to serfs, and thus suffered from exploitation. The serfs endured at the same time the exploitation of the king, the lords. As for the churches of the so-called good gods, all they can do is to reconcile, so that the nobles will bear a little less burden on the serfs, so as not to crush the serfs. The essence of the so-called churches of good gods is to maintain the feudal exploitation system and paralyze the fighting spirit of the serfs. The vast majority of the Good God Church did not encourage the serfs to rise up against feudal autocracy.

If it is said that it was the servants of the other lord's who directly killed Martin's adoptive father, and it was precisely because of the competition between the two lords for prey that Martin's adoptive father was killed by the servants of the other lord. So, one step further, isn't it the feudal system that killed Martin's adoptive father?

Now, with Martin's strength, if he made a careful plan, he could still kill that lord by force. But Martin didn't have that kind of mind. If his adoptive father had been killed by the lord's own hands or orders, then Martin would have tried his best to kill him, even after so many years. However, Martin's adoptive father died because he was fighting for prey for his lords......

As for rebelling against this unjust system, Martin has no intention of doing so now. He clearly knew that with the consciousness of the peasants of the present, he could not count on them. With the consciousness of the serfs now, the uprising will only achieve a temporary victory, and it will eventually be strangled by other lords. Not to mention the "Shepherd Boy Gang", "Hillbilly" and "Barefoot Man" uprisings that ended up in failure many years ago. The recent defeat of the Jacques led by Brother John is enough to show that the limitations of the serfs made it impossible to rely on them for victory.

Besides, if there is a real incident, it will only make those bare-chested, bare-backed, unclothed men turn into wild beasts, and kill and destroy the nobles in the way that the nobles kill and destroy them. After being taught by his master Ernest, Martin did not think it was a matter of course for a lord to take over the wives and daughters of serfs. But on the other hand, Martin didn't think it was a good thing for a rising farmer to in turn ravage the lord's wife and daughter.

"Hah! I told Canian to be Superman, but now I'm so indecisive. Could it be that it is really the morality of a slave and not the morality of a master that suits me? Maybe I should do something to prove that I am not a louse, but a superman. For example, hacking to death a vicious old woman who is a loan shark?" Martin thought to himself after laughing at himself.

"Forget it, since it's been delayed, it's better to go and see that martial arts competition. Maybe you can find a suitable chivalrous knight to help. ”

Martin is a man who is accustomed to carrying out plans. Immediately, he turned his horse's head and headed that way. He had lived in this village for many years, and he knew where the peasant woman was referring to the edge of the town.

Yes, it was the place of the knight's indignation. Legend has it that many years ago, a knight on a mission was magically blasted to the ground by an enemy mage. Before he could breathe, the knight cast a vicious curse, and from then on, the land became a complete area of dead magic. Not only the mage's arcane, but even the druid's and priest's magic can't be used there.

Relying on the excellent mount, Martin was there in a short time, and sure enough, he heard the peculiar sound of the trumpet from a long distance. He wasn't in the wrong place.

Knowing where he was going, he hurriedly dismounted, let the mount return to its statue form, and walked over there. After all, his mount was actually a magical item and could not exist properly in that land.

The tournament was set up on a wide meadow at the edge of the forest. An oval-shaped field was enclosed with a wooden fence. Not far from the river, tents are set up either ornate or simple. It was all the knights who had come to the jousting tournament. In addition, armorers, blacksmiths who revised horseshoes, and other servants also lived there to facilitate the service of the knights.

Around the arena, as usual, temporary stands were erected. From this temporary structure, the characteristics of feudal society can be fully demonstrated - the stands are divided into hanging curtains and carpets for the use of the aristocracy, and ordinary stands for small landowners, yeoman farmers and merchants. As for the serfs, they were not entitled to stand in the stands. They struggled to find some high ground, and some even climbed trees not far away. The tournament had already begun to take place, and all sorts of spectators had already found their place - and it was clear that the dress was separating them like a chasm.

Of course, of all the stands, there is one in the middle and is particularly richly decorated. That's for the big guys. The tournament was convened by a duke, and he was currently sitting in the middle, with the other high-ranking nobles sitting to his right and left according to their titles. Martin paid special attention to it, but did not find the owner he had before. Come to think of it, although the tournament is held nearby, it must be because of the dead magic area, which has nothing to do with the lord here. After all, Martin's past master was not a high-ranking nobleman, just a viscount.

With a majestic trumpet, two richly decorated knights appeared.

The battle is about to begin.

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In other words, I have always been hesitant to depict the society in the novel...... I always feel that the issue of class conflict is rarely mentioned in Western fantasy. It was always the heroes who defeated the Great Demon King, and the world was restored to its beauty—could the feudal world be beautiful? Alas, even Scott's glorified novels vaguely mentioned the cruelty of that society.

However, in such a world, the existence of holy warriors and good gods is very problematic. I thought about it for a while, and finally set them up as class conciliators

But there's the Viking world after that...... In short, don't take it too seriously. After all, my world is not Feren, so the holy warriors are different. After all, the setters of Ferren could probably ignore Marx's doctrine, but I cannot.

The word count is a little less, but it can only be like this, otherwise the next chapter will not be easy to write. There is a new female character in the next chapter, although I have not been sure that it will be written......