Chapter 1 Identity
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Fire!
Fire!
The flames burn everything.
One after another figures ran wildly in the flames, struggling helplessly, screaming and wailing from their mouths.
Eventually,
everything was reduced to ashes.
"Huh..."
Karl sat up suddenly from the bed, breathing rapidly, his forehead was covered with sweat, and there was still fear in his eyes.
The scene from a few days ago appeared again in the dream.
After calming down, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. With a rustling sound, he put on a formal suit and stood in front of the full-length mirror.
With some naturally curly black hair hanging down to her shoulders, her brown eyes are still a bit confused when she wakes up from a deep sleep. The left cheek suffered severe burns, and the presence of scars destroyed her three-dimensional facial features. , and also made the still handsome appearance become unbearable to look at.
Because I have something to do today, I specially put on valuable formal clothes.
The blended long coat, which is similar to an ancient suit, has the smoothness of silk fabrics and the texture of fur products, which can bring out the strong figure under the clothes.
Carl Bergman was born in the Swick area of the Kingdom of Gondor. He now lives in the southern district of Signo City and is the city inspector...
My grandfather once followed Marquis Lawrence in the north and south, and was awarded the honor for his bravery. The title of baron was inherited by his father.
A fire a few days ago killed my father, and he also suffered a certain degree of burns and mental shock.
Then...
The soul was replaced by a traveler from another world.
That's right,
Now Karl is a time traveler, and he is equally unfamiliar and familiar with this world including 'himself'.
“It’s over.”
“It’s over!”
Muttering a few words to himself in the mirror, Karl calmed down, came to the door and turned Open the bedroom door with your handle.
living room.
The layout of European medieval classical shabby style comes into view.
A cabinet full of reliefs stands on the left side of the room. The bronze handles on the drawers are of the same style as the door handles, so they must be from the same manufacturer.
Wooden floors, hardwood tables and chairs, extinguished kerosene lamps, and the smell of vanilla and lemon fill the air.
The linens stacked in the corner had no known purpose and became a temporary home for flour and brown bread.
...
“Dear Baron Karl.”
Jenny came from the kitchen carrying slices of bread and milk with a smile on her face, and slowly bent her knees towards him:
"You are awake, please have breakfast."
This is a teenage girl, in the innocent grade, with skin as smooth as milk and a unique, crisp and sweet voice. .
But she obviously didn't realize that her words were inappropriate.
“Jenny!” Landlady Mary’s voice sounded behind her, with a strong anger:
“Don’t make such a joke.”
"Yes."
Jenny put away her smile:
"Karl, I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter." Carl shook his head:
"You can eat, I will go to the church first."
He is not a baron, or that Not yet. Inheriting his father's title requires some procedures.
Inheriting the title means the death of the father, which is not worth celebrating.
"To church."
"Three pence."
"Here."
"Sir, please sit down!"
Get into the carriage, Carl's thoughts turned.
Threepence was enough for the average citizen to have a decent lunch, and the trip to church was not far.
It seems that coachman is a good profession.
Due to the instinct of a working man in his previous life and the unfamiliarity with this world, he habitually looked at everything around him.
The gaze moved down from the coachman and landed on the horses.
The horse that pulls the cart is a pony called a Duma. It has a docile personality and a smooth horse speed. It is deeply loved by noble ladies. Of course,
The price is not cheap either.
In addition to the Duma, there is also this carefully decorated carriage, which also costs a lot of money.
If you think about it this way, becoming a coachman requires investing a lot of money first, which may not be a good job.
‘Well..., I will be a baron soon. The income of the city inspector is not low, but there is no need to worry about it as much as in the previous life. ’
‘Even without a barony, a baron’s title is still enough for me to live a decent life. ’
‘It’s a pity that it is not as convenient as modern society, and there are no clues to the emergence of science and technology. It is more like Europe in the Middle Ages. ’
‘On the contrary, the power of the Holy See has become more secular. Even the inheritance of titles has to go through the Holy See. It is ignorant...’
‘It may not be ignorant! ’
The ‘strange’ scenes in his memory made Karl shake his head slightly. The world is not that simple.
The carriage stopped some distance from the church, out of respect for the great Lord of the Morning.
The church occupies a vast area and has a solemn shape. Devout believers are praying in the square.
The steeple tower is the most eye-catching, and the wheat symbol on it symbolizes part of the authority of the Lord of the Dawn.
Abundance!
"The Lord of the Dawn is above..."
Karl bent slightly, passed by the people coming from the opposite side, and came to Father Vic's office through the side door.
"Father."
He took a step forward and spoke respectfully:
"I will handle the handover procedures for the title of baron."
" Carl Bergman?”
"It's me."
Father Vic has deep features and a solemn expression, and his black standard robe gives him an invisible majesty.
Looking at Karl, he spoke slowly:
"Your father died resisting fire thieves and protecting civilians. He has a noble character of bravery and justice."
"Yes." Karl lowered his head and said in a low voice:
"I'm proud of him."
"But..." Father Vic changed the subject:
"After discussion by several priests, his title cannot be inherited."
Huh?
“Why?”
Karl looked surprised, then came back to his senses:
“I didn’t question the priest’s intention, but my father’s bravery was commended by the Lord of the City.”
“Aristocratic spirit, in addition to bravery, , justice, and piety." Father Vic clasped his hands:
"It's a pity that we don't see piety to the Lord of the Dawn."
"No!" Karl spoke seriously:
"My father would take me to pray before every meal, and he would never drink meat or drink before or after holy festivals."
"His piety is unquestionable!"
Whether it is true or not , I have to say all these things.
The title of baron is very important to him. Without the title, he is just a commoner.
Even the position of inspector is not stable.
The status of civilians in this era was only higher than that of serfs. In his opinion, the living environment was dire.
When he thought of this, Karl's heart twitched.
"Father, is there any misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding? No misunderstanding!"
Father Vic shook his head with a solemn expression and asked:
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"Karl, what month is it now?"
"Nine..." Karl changed the topic:
"The moon of fertility."
"Yes." Vic The priest said with emotion:
"In the Fertility Moon, even the serfs in the city will send black bread, but your father has been in Signo City for several years and has never donated anything."
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Karl opened his mouth.
Although they did not send anything to the church, they paid the tithe on time and there was never any shortage.
But these words may be of no use to Father Vic.
His eyes paused on the exquisite and obviously valuable bracelet on the priest's wrist. Karl lowered his head silently and fell into deep thought.
(End of this chapter)