Chapter 1 (1/2)

The hot and dry sun hung in the sky with no clouds in sight. There seemed to be no water in the air. There were disturbing flies around the wilted leaves, and the ”buzzing” screamed as if he wanted to be heard all over the world.

The little attendant stood in the middle of the road, measuring the dilapidated and dilapidated village in front of him, while patiently listening to what the long winded village head was muttering to himself.

”Er, I see - in a word, a group of robbers are coming to rob you, right?” the little servant's face wore a patient smile, but he still interrupted the village head who wanted to continue: ”when the time comes, you can hide in the house and don't come out, and leave the rest to us.”

”In addition, although my knight master is very happy to help you, it is definitely not free.”

”Thank you so much, thank you so much. Good people like you will be blessed by the Holy Cross. My dead uncle often...” the grateful village head kept bowing and thanking, as if he didn't hear what he said and wanted to fool it over.

Well, at least I reminded... The little attendant shook his head reluctantly, turned and walked to the sleepy old knight on his horse: ”Lord Leonardo, they promised.”

Hearing this, the old knight seemed to have just woke up. He came down from his horse bleary eyed, took the wine bag and walked towards the village. He only threw down one sentence: ”remember to lead the horse.” and he left himself.

The little servant who scratched his head shrugged his shoulders and dragged the panting old horse behind him towards the village. It seemed that this was not the first time. Under the untidy Ponytail Hair, there is an ordinary face that can no longer be ordinary. Only those dark eyes like his hair gave him a little more exotic mystery.

In a sense, this is true, but it is more distant than ”foreign countries” - although it is a very distant thing for the little servant, he still remembers that he came here from another world, a completely different world.

But what's going on? Maybe it was just a dream, but when he woke up, he appeared in the world alone. Then he was met by the old knight Leonardo and became a ”white pick-up” attendant.

The little servant who has been wandering around with the old knight for two or three years knows that if he leaves alone, he will either be eaten as dinner by wild animals or monsters in the wilderness or be beheaded by wandering robbers.

Leonardo is a tramp Knight - of course, it's just a good word. It's actually no different from a tramp or a mercenary. There is no source of livelihood, let alone other means of livelihood. I can only wander around on a thin and small old horse and live a precarious life by relying on a sword.

In order to avoid two people starving together, with some memories of their previous lives, and still good at communication, the little attendant even had to start acting as an ”intermediary” to negotiate terms with others for the old knight Leonardo, and the other party seemed to be happy.

And this time... Although the little attendant didn't believe the village head's words from the bottom of his heart, he still had to promise the other party's entrustment - otherwise both of them would have to sleep in the wilderness tonight.

Take the horse to the stable, he skillfully tied the reins to the beam post, took off the saddle and Luggage - after two or three years, he has mastered everything a servant should learn, especially after having a rather bad tempered Knight master.

Behind him came the sound of footsteps. The little attendant who was just packing immediately stopped and pressed his right hand on the handle of the short sword around his waist. Although the old knight didn't teach him how to use the sword, the attendant also knew some basic, especially after he found that his perception was quite sensitive.

”Cough! Are you the servant of the knight master?” the villagers, who coughed softly, came stealthily from the back of the young servant, hunched over and looked around with some vigilance: ”where is the knight master?”

”I don't know. I'm just a servant.” the little servant shook his head, his right hand still on the handle of the dagger, but he still said politely, ”what can I do for you?”

”Hey, don't be so nervous. I just wanted to remind you.” the villagers pretended to laugh, but they looked more nervous than the little attendants: ”are you going to spend the night in the village?”

”Of course, is there any other place around here?”