Lindsey and his beloved computer desk say goodbye to the moment before they say goodbye forever.

He has been up all night for 61 hours, and what he is talking about is the rhythm of the boss's next fast and slow knife, he watched the boss first slash with a quick knife, and then press block-

The game character died.

Lindsey also died.

When he opened his eyes again, this memory belonging to the gamer awakened in the reincarnation of Lindsay, a child of a farmer from another world.

"I ...... Lindsey ......"

"Earth ......"

"...... of Anwel Village"

Lindsay's eyes were dazed and her head was swollen.

He clenched his hands into fists, pinched and loosened, and repeated back and forth.

The memories of the two lifetimes were mixed together in his mind, like a huge whirlpool, making everything around him feel like a world away.

It wasn't until the whirlpool in his mind calmed down that he had time to realize where he was now.

Lindsay was sitting in a square.

The air was filled with the smell of post-rain moisture and the smell of wheat in the fields.

This is the village of Anwel, an agricultural village under the rule of the capital of France, located in the Quemai Plain under the Forbidden Forest Mountains.

Far Lands.

A majestic elk woven from wheat straw stands here, about five to six meters high, and it is majestic.

Underneath the elk, Lindsay and a group of children surround an elder.

The old man's voice was hoarse, but his tone told the story vividly. It is an ancient legend from the capital of law - "The Story of the Young King".

"The old king is dying, and the future righteous one takes up the mark of the thorny sword. At that time, the followers of the raging war were slaughtering innocents in the city. The young king's determination has come, and it is time to act......"

Lindsey blinked.

The atmosphere ahead was clearly no ordinary day.

He carefully sorted through his memories, and only then did his eyes widen and realize the peculiarity of his environment.

"Today is ...... Harvest Day Eve! ”

The world he lives in at the moment has a transcendent being called the Awakened.

【Harvest Day】This festival celebrates the harvest of grain, and it is also a festival to celebrate the newborn awakened!

But unlike the annual harvest of grain, the awakened only have a batch of awakening in ten years.

"Ten years?!"

The situation seems to be a little less rosy.

Lindsay has the soul of two lives in her body, and naturally she doesn't want to spend this life in peace.

But if you become an awakened person, you will only have this chance in ten years.

Isn't there only one day left for tomorrow?

And if you miss it, the next awakening will have to wait until ten years later!

"Can it be the same when you start at thirteen and twenty-three?"

Lindsay's brow furrowed.

But his current identity is just a rural child.

Carefully searching for memories, there doesn't seem to be any traditional drama in this world to test magic attributes, or awakening qualifications.

"So...... The Awakened, or the way to become the Awakened, should not be something that ordinary people can easily get. ”

Lindsay continued to reminisce, collating information that was useful to herself.

First of all.

In the border village of Anwel, there are only two awakened people who are stationed.

One of them is the village chief, who is in charge of the affairs of the village, and the other is the master of Bai Lin, who takes care of the crops.

The former is widely respected and is the protector of the village of Anwel;

The latter is dedicated to agriculture, and on the recent rainy days, Master Bai Lin used his magical skills to protect the farmland of the entire plain by himself, and to protect the wheat that is about to be harvested from budding or rotting.

"Maybe we can start with the village chief."

"If I'm not mistaken, the village chief likes children very much, and he is gentle and ......"

Lindsay was sorting through her memories while thinking about the Awakened.

At this time, the elder storyteller under the elk took a short break, and the little friend who sat with Lindsay and listened to the story began to play.

"Did you hear that? Today a mysterious guy came into the village and said that he was a great man! ”

"I know, that's the Knight of the Law who is going to the royal capital!"

"The knight of the law in the royal capital - you say, if we can also become a knight of the law, how majestic it will be......"

"How is that possible, stop dreaming!"

The discussion of the friends interrupted Lindsay's thoughts.

Because he noticed one word - knight of the law.

Even in a border place like Anwel, even if the life is occupied by farm work, even if it is the children of such farmers.

Will also know a little.

In the capital of law, which rules this world, the knights of the law are the guardians of the king and the practitioners of the law.

If the wicked break the law, they will be killed; If the dragon is in trouble, then slay the dragon!

Both in legends and in reality.

These are the top beings among the Awoken, heroes like myths and legends.

And such a person is now in their village!

Lindsey inevitably had an idea.

Is it possible for him to hook up with this Knight of the Law and become a Knight of the Law as well?

It may be difficult for an ordinary farmer's son to do this.

But with the knowledge she brought from Earth in her head, Lindsay wasn't necessarily hopeless!

Follow Lindsay's memory.

Although there are transcendent powers such as the Awakened in this world.

However, the productivity of the private sector is still a long way from the industrial revolution.

So his idea for a steam engine, or the old craft of the traveler, soap, perfume, salt, sugar and wine?

What if you give out the technology and put yourself in danger?

Before the matter could be settled, Lindsay was entangled in these cranky thoughts.

But the truth is more sudden than you think.

Just as Lindsay struggled with this, the child next to her waited for the elder to continue telling the story.

The aunt in charge of the village's festive meals came over.

She looked at the child listening to the story in front of the old man, put her hand on her waist, and scolded with a smile:

"You stinky boys, you know you're playing around here all day!"

"There's a guest at the mill, which of you is going to bring the food?"

Hearing this, the surrounding children immediately rushed to run, some to play, some to eat.

Lindsay had wanted to leave with a mix.

But he sorted out his memories before, sat for too long and didn't move, his legs were numb, and he didn't stand up.

"Lindsay?"

"You're still good!"

"Come, help Auntie send it over."

“……”

"I actually ...... too"

Lindsey wanted to do something to resist.

But under the smiling gaze of the other party's 'kind', this hard work of delivering food to people was still handed over to him.

The mill is on the north side of the village.

Tonight is the eve of the harvest day, and the festivities will continue until midnight, and the village of Anville is bustling with activity.

Houses made of wood and stone line the village, and oil lamps hang in front of every house, lighting up the village roads like sparks.

Look closely. Each household has also built a small canal to drain the wastewater, and the faces of the people are filled with happy smiles.

Lindsay went all the way.

Soon he heard the clatter of the waterwheels, and the mill appeared before his eyes.

"Guest, how can you arrange for a guest to be in the mill?"

Lindsey muttered as she pushed open the mill door and ......

"Huh?"

The moonlight, soft as silk, mingled with the festive glow of the village, and a blonde girl sat in the corner of the mill.

She heard the door open, and a pair of lake-blue eyes looked at her.

On the delicate white face, the soft lips of cherry blossoms are like a smile like the warm sun of spring. A pool of crystal clear eyes, as if buried in the world's most sincere feelings, falling on people like morning dewdrops, cool with a constant firmness.

"Hello!"

"It's so rare, did you bring me dinner?"