"Really?" Charles couldn't help but be surprised, but soon turned on a mocking face: "Lawrence, are you bragging to me?"

Carlo smiled and shook his head, then raised his left hand wrapped in gauze.

"See? Charles."

Charles looked puzzled.

"Don't you understand?" Carlo put a mysterious smile on his face, leaned closer to Charles, and whispered, "I've tried the method you taught me... You won't believe it, I made it!"

Carlo's eyes were filled with faint excitement.

"Huh?" Charles opened his mouth wide and sneered, "You said you tried the method of summoning the demon god?"

"Yes. Carlo nodded smugly.

"That's really.." Charles exaggeratedly, "It's incredible. . . I envy you, Lawrence, and your courage amazes me... Miss Deborah will love you."

"Haha, I hope so.." Carlo laughed and said modest words, but the joy and smugness on his face could not be hidden.

Charles looked at Carlo with mockery in his eyes.

This fool really tried it, didn't he know that he picked it up at a stall? Oh no, it shouldn't be called a pick-up, but he paid three coppers, and then sold it to this fool for fifty gold coins.

Charles was smiling in his heart, but on the surface he was still happy for his good friend, he looked behind Carlo, and suddenly asked, "Lawrence, are you alone today, and what about your servant?"

Speaking of this, Carlo's face darkened, "Don't mention that idiot... He lost my Frey, and now he's lying in bed, and it's better to be dead. My Frey, how the white color matches Miss Deborah's dark horse, just as I do with her... If I can't find him, I'll whip him a few times when I go back."

Carlo's grumpy voice echoed in the air, and the two rode farther and farther away...

The estate of the Viscount Sidney, the residence of the servants.

Ian, pale, lay on the bed, his head wrapped in a thick gauze with blood oozing from it, and listening to his breathing, it seemed that death was not far away.

Suddenly, Ian's breathing became steady and powerful, and a wonderful change occurred in him.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and a gleam flashed through his eyes.

Who am I, and where am I?.. Ah, my head hurts..

Ian sat up from the bed and clutched his head in pain, his features tangled.

"My name is Ian... Servant of Master Lawrence, the only son of Viscount Sidney.." Ian muttered and muttered, but his voice quickly became louder: "No, I'm not Ian, my name is Alencia, I'm from Holy Light Melody, I'm a Type Three Totemist.."

Ian's eyes became clear, and the cowardice and obscenity of the past were swept away, and he became firm and refined, which made his ordinary face seem more unique.

Ian stood up, curiously surveying everything in the humble cabin, his face showing great shock, and then gradually calmed down.

"It seems that for some incredible reason, I didn't die at the hands of that Type 4 totemist, and I was resurrected..." Ian said to himself, "And there is no trace of the totem master in this man's memory, and the totem master has not been exposed to the public?..?"

"No.."" Ian paced back and forth in the room, "I must know the time it is."

He made up his mind and walked out quickly.

When I went out of the door, I was facing a girl who walked in with a wooden bowl.

"Ian?!Are you awake?" The girl was dressed in a servant's clothes, and her face was covered with freckles, which was not pretty, but her temperament was very pure.

Memories tell him that this girl is a maid in the manor, named Whitney, who has always taken good care of Ian, and usually helps him with his laundry or something, and there seems to be some kind of affection between the two.

Ian.. It should be called Alencia now. He took a deep breath, a smile appeared on his face, and said softly, "Whitney, I'm fine."

"Oh my God, God willing, you're fine.." The girl cried out, looking surprised, but worried, "Ian, you better go back to bed and lie down, drink the medicine, now you need to rest.."

"No need.." Alencia shook her head, her brain spun sharply, and she made up a reason: "I lost Master Lawrence's horse, I have to go and get it back now, otherwise the young master will punish me severely."

"The groom has gone, you don't have to worry... Ian.." Before the girl could finish speaking, Alencia had already moved out of her way and walked away quickly.

"Ian.." The girl looked at Alencia's distant back, her eyes full of worry.

Alencia hurried through the manor with her head down, but the direction she headed was not outside the manor.

He needs a newspaper, any newspaper, which will help him understand his current situation as quickly as possible.

The head covered in gauze was still quite noticeable, and along the way, Alencia was constantly greeted by people who were concerned about his condition, and he vaguely coped with it.

His luck was good, the owner of the manor, Viscount Sidney, had something to do today, Lawrence also went out on an outing, and only the servants were busy in the huge manor.

Alencia followed her memory and snuck into Lawrence's room, then quickly walked to the desk and picked up the newspaper on the table.

The dissemination of information in this world was not yet developed, and by the time the newspaper was delivered to this remote part of the province of Vana, it had been two weeks since the events were written.

Alencia had in her hand the latest newspaper with some of the latest decrees issued by King Srchosen, as well as some anecdotes about the imperial capital.

Alencia's gaze flew through the time, the year 1365 in the solar calendar... In this way, there are less than two years to go before the great upheaval, and the great change has not happened...

Alencia's expression was faintly excited, which was really good news, not only did he not die, but he had returned to the time before the Great Turmoil, when the totem master was still hidden under the darkness.

"In this case, I have at least a year and a half to accumulate strength and regain my strength.." Alencia's gaze kept flickering, "Then the top priority now is to become a real totem master and make my core totem... Teacher, Sofina: I'm not going to let you repeat the tragic end of your previous life."

Alencia's face radiated a powerful and confident light, and she clenched her fists and said: "In this life, start over, I want to seize all the missed opportunities and become a powerful totem master like the Three Kings..." Fire Emblem, Cult of the Dark Demons, I will personally collect all the debts from you one by one."

Alencia took a deep breath and looked at it firmly, he put down the newspaper and strode out of the room, heading straight out of the manor.