In the year 753 of the Holy Spirit Empire, in the early winter, the weather gradually became cold. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's been more than half a year since the soul crossed over.

Zhao Yun is still trying to adapt to this strange world, and at the same time adapt to his new identity: a young master from a down-and-out aristocratic family with three generations of down-and-out families.

The imperial capital of the Holy Spirit Empire, the noble district, in the mansion of the Lester family.

Every day, Zhao Yun, William Lester, the young master of the Lester family, would get up early and dress, wash, and eat under the dedicated service of the maid.

A glass of milk, three or four slices of soft bread, that's all there is to breakfast.

After breakfast, Zhao Yun got into the carriage driven by the old butler Bill, left the mansion, and went to the prestigious magic academy in the imperial capital as an auditor to audit the theoretical courses of basic magic.

And when it was time for the end of the school day, Bill, the old butler, always drove the carriage and waited for him near the school gate.

In the evenings, I return to the mansion and occasionally have dinner with Bill, the dutiful old butler, and then read a book or review what I have learned today. After that, go to bed, welcome the day, and keep repeating.

Time passed day by day.

Weeks passed.

Zhao Yun gradually became numb.

He was on the verge of forgetting his identity as a time-traveler.

Until, the day comes.

Early in the morning, washing and dressing as always, after retiring from the maid, Zhao Yun stood alone in front of the bronze mirror, looking at himself in the mirror dementedly.

A tailor-made black aristocratic dress, a round black high hat, a white bow tie, and black aristocratic boots......

"Is this me? Should I be called Zhao Yun or William Rest?" Zhao Yun muttered to himself.

The tone was full of confusion.

He has memories of his past life, as well as William's. The souls of the two of them merged with each other, and he was a little confused about who he really was.

In the past, whenever this was the case, Bill, the old butler, would stand aside respectfully, waiting for him to eat and then send him to school.

Today, however, is an exception.

Bill, the old butler, did not come, and even a faint quarrel could be heard downstairs.

When Zhao Yun heard this, he was stunned.

The Rester family's mansion, or mansion, is large, three stories high, with gardens, swimming pools, rockeries, and flowers and trees, but not many people live there. In addition to himself, there were only a few maids, the old butler Bill, and his nominal father.

In the hall downstairs, the faint sound of quarrels broke the previous tranquility and attracted Zhao Yun's attention.

He walked out of the room, down the spiral staircase, and into the hall, where he immediately saw a very lively scene.

A dozen poor laborers dressed in cloth were moving all kinds of furniture under the command of a well-dressed merchant.

Some people set up a high ladder and took the magic crystal chandelier hanging from the roof, three or five people worked together to carry rows of large bookcases to the outside of the house, and a few people were responsible for removing the oil paintings on the white walls and putting them into a large wooden box for safekeeping.

Even outside the window, there are also human figures. A group of muscular men and wooden frames work together to carry some heavy and valuable statues, and they don't know where to transport them.

"What do you say? This is an oil painting, but you only have two hundred gold coins for the work of Picardel, which has been handed down by my Lester family?"

In the middle of the noisy hall, a thin middle-aged man, holding a small silver wine jug, argued with the merchant in an unkind tone.

He was none other than his father, an old drunkard who drank all day, the down-and-out Baron Bazado Rest.

Baron Bazado was dressed in a loose aristocratic robe that smelled of wine and had not been washed for a few days, with long fluffy and messy black hair, deep dark circles, cloudy and unfocused eyes, and a sloppy beard.

is obviously a middle-aged man in the prime of his life, but he is full of decadent temperament, like a beggar who can be seen everywhere on the roadside near the slums of the imperial capital.

How can there be a bit of noble temperament that a nobleman should have.

"Baron Bazado, you must understand that you are dealing with objects, you are selling, not auctioning! In fact, although the oil paintings of Master Picardel are very collectible, the price I have given for two hundred gold coins is quite a lot. ”

The merchant explained with a smile.

At the end, he saw Zhao Yun walking downstairs, and immediately greeted him in a friendly manner: "Your Excellency, it must be Little Master William?

Before Zhao Yun could speak, the down-and-out Baron Bazado spoke: "William, what are you doing down? You go upstairs first, I haven't finished my business yet." Bill, you go and prepare the young master's breakfast. ”

"Yes, sir. The old butler Bill nodded and took Zhao Yun upstairs.

The merchant smiled and continued to direct the laborers, and the down-and-out Baron Bazado renegotiated with him.

Bang!

On the second floor, the door was gently shut, blocking out the noise outside.

The old butler took off his white gloves and said with a tired expression: "Young Master William, you wait, I'll go and prepare your breakfast." ”

"Butler Bill, no. ”

Zhao Yun shook his head and asked, "Can you tell me what happened outside?"

When the old butler Bill heard this, he was stunned at first, but then thought about it, sighed and said, "Master William, you don't have to worry, Master Bazado is just selling his property. ”

After Bill finished speaking, he originally thought that Zhao Yun would look very uneasy after hearing the news, revealing a panicked expression that a teenager should have.

But Bill was wrong, Zhao Yun not only did not show the slightest panic and uneasiness, but even on the contrary, he was very calm.

"Have we sold our property? Have we gone bankrupt? Have we had to sell our property to maintain our daily living expenses?" Zhao Yun asked with an expressionless face.

Bill, the old butler, was surprised by what he said.

He couldn't imagine that these were the words of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

Zhao Yun continued to ask, "This mansion of our Lester family will also be sold?"

"Yes. ”

"Those maids will also be dismissed?"

"Yes. ”

"In the future, I can't go to the Academy of Magic and audit the magic theory course?"

"Yes. ”

"Actually...... Young master, you also have to understand the master's hardships. He has been struggling to support himself for several years in order to maintain your studies, Young Master, until now, he can no longer afford the expensive tuition fees of the Academy of Magic. ”

"And where are we going?"

"Back in the fiefdom of the Lester family, far outside the imperial capital, in a small town in the province of Kuwait. ”

Zhao Yun was silent and didn't ask any more questions.

"Master, I'll go prepare breakfast for you. The old housekeeper put on his white gloves again, bowed slightly to Zhao Yun, and pushed the door out.

Zhao Yun sat alone in the room, looking at the familiar bookcase in front of him, with neat books stacked on it, oil paintings hanging on the walls, familiar bronze mirrors, and familiar floor-to-ceiling curtains;

Is everything going to be gone from me again?

Walking slowly around the room, Zhao Yun unconsciously walked in front of the bronze mirror again.

He looked at himself in the bronze mirror expressionlessly, and was in a daze again.

.........

I have to say that the labor brought by the businessmen downstairs is very neat. By the time Zhao Yun finished eating breakfast in a complicated mood, the big mansion of the Lester family had almost been completely emptied.

And his father, Baron Bazado, also signed the title deeds and agreement papers, pressed his fingerprints, and completed the final handover work.

In the end, when the bookcases, bronze mirrors, beds and other items in Zhao Yun's room were brought out, the merchant asked with a smile: "Also, these books and the like will be sold to me together, and I will also give you a very fair price." ”

"Fuck off, my son's stuff isn't for sale!" baron Bazado, who had an unkind face, burst into a foul mouth.

Hearing this, Zhao Yun raised his head slightly, and couldn't help but look at Baron Bazado twice.

The merchant was bored with himself, still smiling, not embarrassed at all.

At this time, someone carried the things in Zhao Yun's room, and all of them were moved to the dilapidated and sturdy carriages parked outside the mansion, and tied them with ropes.

There were a lot of things, and there were several wagons for them.

One of them was all the clothes of the old butler Bill, Baron Bazado, etc., and the other four carriages were all Zhao Yun's things.

Bronze mirrors, large beds, paintings, bookcases, and many books.

"Let's go, and if we make money someday, we can buy this house back. Outside the mansion, Baron Bazado took one last look at the mansion, poured a sip of wine, and said without looking back.

It was only at this time that Zhao Yun noticed that the silver wine jug that Bazado had never left before, but at some point, it was replaced by an ugly-looking leather wine bag.

In this way, Zhao Yun, Bazado, father and son, plus an old housekeeper Bill, five hired coachmen, and a group of nine people, left the imperial capital of the Holy Spirit Empire and embarked on the road to their hometown.

Along the way, everyone was silent.

Baron Bazado sat at the bow of a carriage, drinking without a sip of wine, without saying a word.

Bill, the old butler, still looked respectful. However, Zhao Yun carefully noticed that he was often sighing, as if he felt at a loss and hesitant about his current life.

As for Zhao Yun himself, most of the time he held a thick book in his hand, flipping through them one by one.

In addition to reading, it is to eat, drink, sleep, solve physiological needs, and ...... Mirror.

Looking in the mirror, not narcissism, but contemplation.

One day, Bill, the curious old butler, finally couldn't help but ask, "Young Master William, can you tell me what you were thinking when you looked in the mirror?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was attracted and looked at them curiously, including several coachmen.

Even Zhao Yun's father, the down-and-out Baron Bazado, was no exception.

"I'm thinking about a question. ”

Zhao Yun glanced at everyone and said expressionlessly, "Who am I?" ”

Baron Bazado laughed: "My dear little William, as a father, I have to criticize you twice. You're thinking about this question, it's really stupid!"

When Zhao Yun heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and looked at Baron Bazado with a puzzled expression.

Bazado pretended to be serious: "I will tell you the answer to this question now." You are the third generation of our Lester family's single young master, the son of my Bazado, and the pride of all our Lester family, William Lester!"

After saying it in one breath, Bazado, who pretended to be serious, finally couldn't help it and laughed again.

There was also a smile on everyone's faces, and they completely regarded this as a funny joke.

Zhao Yun couldn't laugh at all.

He was like a stone statue, completely stunned.