Zhang Ang only felt a splitting headache, as if needles were piercing one by one in his brain, and there was a large area of darkness in front of him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Then he exerted all his strength and opened his eyes violently.

In front of me was a strange room, with large walls of masonry, and a half-lit candle was placed on a small wooden table. He was lying on a wooden bed covered with dry straw.

Zhang Ang barely supported himself and sat up. At this time, I found that there was another person in the room, a thin little old man sitting against the wall on a small wooden stool, drooping his head, as if he was asleep.

"Where is this?" was the first question in Zhang Ang's mind. "Also, who am I?" Thinking of this, Zhang Ang only felt that his headache was getting worse and worse. After I don't know how long, the pain finally eased a little, and Zhang Ang also remembered a lot of things.

His name is Zhang Ang, and he is an ordinary chef in a restaurant on the earth. While shopping with my girlfriend, I came across a crazy muck truck, and after pushing my girlfriend away, I didn't know anything. I guess he died in a car accident.

His own name is Leon, and he is a minor nobleman in the continent of Europa. After the death of his parents half a year ago, the family business plummeted. In order to revive the family business, he has been practicing martial arts hard, but because of overwork, he fainted with a high fever. It's been almost a week since I was in bed.

The reason for this headache is also clear, it should be the sequelae of the original owner of this body who had a fever and whimpered, and he took away his body and fused with each other. It's just that the soul of the little chef Zhang Ang is dominant, and the soul of the little nobleman Li Ang is absorbed and digested.

As the headache slowly eased, Leon's soul slowly dissipated, and although he lost a lot of his original memories, Zhang Ang's soul also became stronger, and the headache finally disappeared.

"You can go with confidence, as a glorious traverser, I will definitely do it for you in such a small matter as reviving the family business. The little cook Zhang Ang prayed silently to the little nobleman Li Ang. After Zhang Ang prayed, he decided to get out of bed and find something to eat, after all, it was not a matter to lie down like this.

However, his body was still a little weak, and he couldn't stand up after trying hard for a long time. However, the thin little old man woke up to the movement here, and hurriedly ran to the bedside, his cloudy eyes full of concern: "Young master, young master, you have finally woken up." With the Doge on top, Leonardo kept his heirs. This damn quack doctor told me to prepare for the aftermath, which is damn good....."

Zhang Ang looked at the old man in front of him, only to see that his forehead was high, the bridge of his nose was straight, his eyes were deeply imprinted into his sockets, his messy brown hair was mixed with large white hair, his body was thin, he was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and his mouth kept babbling something. It looks like a typical, overworked little white man.

In order to interrupt his nagging, Zhang Ang had to weakly say to him: "Do you have something to eat, I'm hungry." ”

"Yes, yes, come soon!" the little old man hurriedly rushed out of the door.

According to Zhang Ang's careful recollections, this old man was originally a refugee from Russia, called Old Ivan. After being taken in by Leon's father, he stayed in his house as a servant, and later the family suffered a great change, and the housekeeper and other servants were scattered, and only old Ivan stayed and took care of himself.

It was a long time before old Ivan came in carrying a small basin of warm milk and broken black bread. It's quite careful, I know that the bread is hard, and I know that the bubble is soft for me to eat, Zhang Ang thought to himself. But the first thing is to sort out your own situation, after all, the memories obtained from the original owner of the body are too incomplete.

Zhang Ang was fed by old Ivan while talking to him. Fortunately, old Ivan is a chatterbox, and he can't tell the difference between this articulate little master and the original taciturn little master. finally waited for the food to be finished, and Zhang Ang almost sorted out his clue.

The Leonardo family was an ordinary baronial family in the city of Luntu. The previous head of the family, Leon's father, was led on a dangerous cross-border trade when he encountered bandits, losing most of his family's savings and his own life. After the news came, Leon's mother soon fell ill and died of depression. Only the 14-year-old little Leon was left crying without a master.

Then there was a series of spending money: ransom the father's body, hold a funeral worthy of status, compensate the hired warriors, and compensate the owners of the goods who had been guaranteed. These completely emptied the savings of Leonardo's family for so many years, and they were forced to sell the mansion inside the city and the grange outside the city, leaving only this cottage on the street and a small bag of gold coins. And after nearly half a year of pure only going in and out, there is not much gold left now.

And the reason why Xiao Li Ang practiced martial arts until he had a fever and fell into a coma was for the big martial arts competition in Luntu City 3 months later. The Continent of Europa is respected for martial arts, and the stronger the force, the higher the status. And the city contest is a national policy of France, aiming to implement the strange principle that "every nobleman should have martial arts strength that matches his status".

France is bordered by England to the west and Germany to the east, and all three countries are first-class powers, and they have been fighting each other for many years. Every nobleman is piled up on the battlefield with his military exploits, and everyone knows the importance of martial arts to themselves, so most of them agree with this kind of city competition every five years to eliminate those unqualified nobles.

Zhang Ang looked at his thin arms and legs, thin skinny body, and had no choice but to ask: "Then what is the standard of this baron-level martial arts strength, and what strength I am now?"

Old Ivan suddenly became a little stammering: "This, this, young master, you have been weak and sick since you were a child, you have only been practicing for a few months, and you have not asked any teachers for guidance, and your body is so weak, I am afraid that even ordinary people can't beat it." ”

"Uh, okay, I kind of get it. Is there no way to do it?, and this baron's title can't really be kept?" Zhang Ang's brow furrowed.

"Actually, it's not that there is no way, if you have money, there is a way. You don't have to fight this big contest by yourself, as long as you hire a baron-level martial artist and let him swear allegiance to come to our Leonarda family, you can replace the young master and you can go down, so that the baronial title can be kept. But now, now...," said old Ivan, and he couldn't go on.

"And how much money do we have?" Zhang Ang forced himself to calm down.

"There are also 12 gold francs, 51 silver coins, and 77 coppers, and today I just spent 20 coppers to buy bread and milk for the young master, and there were originally 50 gold francs, but for the young master's illness, there are so many left. Young master, you have to believe in old Ivan, I didn't spend money or hide, young master, you have to believe me. Old Ivan's voice trembled slightly.

Zhang Ang had no choice but to comfort him: "Don't worry, the person I trust the most now is you, and now we will depend on each other." In the future, I will revive the family business, and your old Ivan will be my big butler. After a pause, he continued: "Then how much does it cost to hire a baron-level martial artist?"

"This, this, at least about 10,000 gold francs, originally our family had a great business, and it was definitely born, and now, alas..."Old Ivan's voice was very low.

"It seems that I may be the poorest baron in this city, and it will definitely be too late for three months to practice martial arts. Then let's start making money tomorrow! Three months, earn him 10,000 gold!" Zhang Ang's voice was full of fighting spirit.