Chapter 1

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?"

"Then listen to me and persuade the knight master not to go against those robbers." the villagers lowered their voice, stared at the little servant and said, "you have the right to be like you don't see anything. Wait until tomorrow and leave quickly!"

"Thank you for your reminding." the little attendant loosened the handle of the sword. He didn't understand it, but he didn't show it as much as possible: "but... Those robbers are going to rob you and maybe kill you. Don't you care at all?"

"There's nothing we can do about it. We're so miserable." the villagers pretended not to care. "Besides, what can you do even if you drive them away? Will there be other robbers here?"

He didn't tell the truth. This was the first feeling of the little waiter, but he didn't have any reason to refute. When he pressed on, the other party certainly wouldn't answer himself, so he nodded: "well, I'll convey what you said, but it's another matter if he doesn't listen."

"Thank you, but it's also for your good." the villagers nodded and calmly stretched out their right hand: "my name is Martin. What's your name, please?"

"Just call me Lauren." the little attendant shook hands with him and continued to pack his bags, but the remaining light in the corner of his eye never left the "Martin". The villagers looked left and right, sneaked away, and soon disappeared from Lauren's vision.

What is hidden in this village, or what is the secret? The old village head and the villager named Martin's diametrically opposite attitude towards the robbers made Lauren feel a little unnatural.

Maybe it was a mistake to promise the village head? Although it would be nice to be able to live in a roofed house for one night, if you take unnecessary risks, you have to think again.

Loren is quite satisfied with his situation. Although he wanders around with old Knights all day, he doesn't have to worry about life danger and his livelihood - if he can, he still hopes to maintain the status quo as much as possible instead of changing anything.

With his luggage on his back, Loren walked towards the church in the middle of the village, which was the only decent place in the whole wild dog village. It was actually a small stone church. But apart from the statue of the Holy Cross in the middle of the church, there is not even a priest.

The old knight was sitting on the church chair, drinking his own wine, next to the food sent by the old village head. His gray beard was dyed light yellow by wine and bread crumbs, and his sword was placed next to his leg - although he was resting, the old knight was still on full alert.

"Why did it take you so long?"

"Nothing, just met a man in the stables." Lauren explained when he saw the old knight frown, and then took the opportunity to say what had just happened from beginning to end.

At first, the old knight was still listening carefully, but soon he waved his hand in disdain: "it's no big deal. I've seen a lot of such country fools. They're just cowards. Don't worry at all!"

The old knight mocked bitterly, so that Loren could only agree and nodded, but he still reminded carefully: "but... Don't you think it's strange here?"

"Weird fart, I think you just think too much!" the drunken Leonardo took another sip of wine: "you don't know where you come from. You just like to think nonsense. If you are so timid, you simply want to be a knight!"

"I see..." Loren gave up and continued to persuade. Obviously, no matter what he said, his knight master would not take it to heart, so he could only keep it in mind and be as careful as possible.

The old knight who had had enough wine leaned aside, closed his eyes and took a nap. Only Lauren was left standing at the church door and looking at the still bright sun in the sky.

He had a hunch that tonight would be very long.