Family Members

  Xue Zheng sat at a crude wooden table, frowning as he looked at the silver-plated tray in his hand, on which was printed an image of himself. His originally pale complexion had turned rose-red, due to his fair skin being that of a Westerner, and because of his young age, his skin tone showed a healthy pink glow. He had a stranger's high nose bridge and blue eyes, looking like a foreign devil.

  "What's wrong with me?" Xue Zheng touched the golden yellow fluffy whiskers on his lips, and judging by his age, he seemed to be a big boy who had just started developing, but he was clearly already an adult.

  "Hey, Arwed, why aren't you eating the smoked meat that Mom made? You used to love it!" A woman's voice came from behind Xue Zheng, and from the sound of it, he could tell that it was a language similar to German.

  "Where am I? Who am I?" Xue Zheng felt a dull ache at the back of his head, and his mind was somewhat dizzy.

  "Oh, poor little A Ruo De, fell off the horse." A pair of gentle hands were placed on Xue Zheng's head, gently stroking his golden hair, with a tone full of tender doting.

  "Bang~~." Suddenly, the door of the house was kicked open, and a big-headed blond German man walked in with big strides. He looked around the room carelessly, walked to the wooden table, grabbed the ham next to the candlestick, and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

  "And where is your father?" The woman turned around and said to the big-headed young German, with a gaze full of sympathy.

  "He was harnessing the horse in the stable, and it would be ready soon. Damn it, we almost shot a buck today, but that damn deer escaped into the neighboring territory." This young German named Yev sat down at the dinner table with a thud, took the hard rye bread handed to him by his mother, and began eating the meat soup from the plate.

  "Eat slowly and leave some for your brother, he just recovered."

  "There's enough left for him to eat, he eats like a woman, and he's as thin as an old goat, haha." Yifu teased his younger brother while eating, as if it was a normal thing. Indeed, Arude's body wasn't as strong as his, but not as weak as he said either.

  "That's still better than eating like a pig, you." If it were the old Aruo De in front of this strong brother, he would not dare to lift his head, but Aruo De possessed by Xue Zheng would not tolerate such insult, and he immediately counterattacked.

  "What? You dare to repeat that!" Not only was he shocked, but he also paused for a few seconds before exploding in anger, spitting out bread crumbs and saliva from his mouth.

  Even their mother clutched at her chest and stared wide-eyed at Arwade in front of her.

  "Considering your brother was just injured, his brain isn't quite clear yet." Just as a family war was about to erupt at the dinner table, the mother hastily stopped her tall and sturdy eldest son, while being surprised by the change in her weak and timid, or rather, she didn't want to admit it, but indeed cowardly second son.

  "If you dare to insult me again, even if you are my brother, I will make you look good, humph." Yifu threatened his own brother fiercely, then stood up and left the dinner table, his huge body crashing into the heavy wooden chair with a loud creak.

  "What's going on here?" Xue Zheng could only sigh and say in the popular slang of his time, "I've been crossed over."

  Yes, according to Einstein's theory of relativity and some other theories, when Xue Zheng was testing the receiver on a stormy day, he accidentally connected with a bolt of extremely powerful lightning. This bolt of lightning destroyed Xue Zheng's otaku body, but carried the remaining energy through the European program of the receiver, directly transferring Xue Zheng's soul into the body of a medieval noble son.

  Just as Xue Zheng was lost in thought, he felt someone tug at his sleeve. He looked down to see a small, rosy face peeking out from under the eaves of his hut. It was a little girl, five or six years old, with long eyelashes and big blue eyes that stared curiously at him. Her chubby hands were clutching a wooden spoon.

  "Hey, little baby, when did you sneak in?" Yifu's mother smiled and hugged the blonde-haired, blue-eyed little loli in her arms, while the little girl also snuggled into her mother's arms.

  "This is, this is?" Xue Zheng looked at the cute little loli in confusion, while the little loli had a hesitant expression, her thin eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes were filled with puzzlement.

  "What's wrong, Lina? Your brother is better now. Aren't you happy for him?" Their mother teased her daughter, then turned around to stir some porridge in a pot with an iron spoon to help her daughter, while Lina suddenly pouted and burst into tears.

  "Arhat elder brother is gone, he's gone."

  "Ah, what?" Xue Zheng was startled by the little girl's words and broke out in a cold sweat. He almost knocked over his own plate in his panic. Of course he would be panicked - if he really had traveled back to medieval Europe, then the soul of this young man named Arwade that he possessed must have been eliminated. He didn't know whether these people would burn him at the stake like a witch after hearing the little girl's words.

  "What's wrong, baby." Their mother, of course, didn't understand what little Lina meant. The simplicity and sensitivity of children are actually extremely accurate, but adults always easily ignore them with their own way of thinking.

  "Haha, my sister, how could you forget me?" Xue Zhengke wasn't the kind of person to sit and wait for death, he quickly stood up and walked over to his mother's side, taking little Lina from her arms in an attempt to calm her down.

  "Wooo~~~." But Xue Zheng didn't understand at all. Maybe he could handle a strong warrior like his brother, but this delicate-looking little sister was extremely stubborn and troublesome. She kicked and struggled in Xue Zheng's arms, not calming down for even a moment.

  "No way, I have to think of a solution, can't be eliminated on the first day. Xue Zheng's eyes caught sight of the sharp axe leaning against the wall behind the wooden door, and he shuddered."

  He looked around again, this two-story house made of mud and wood, near the dining table was a wooden frame with a few silver-plated dishes and some ceramic jars that his mother used to show off her wealth, although in Xue Zheng's eyes it was actually very poor and laughable, but in this era, the nobles were like this to show off their wealth to others.

  Luckily, a piece of linen handkerchief on the dining table saved Xue Zheng. He picked up the linen handkerchief and quickly used his fingers to nimbly weave a small mouse. Holding the cloth mouse, it came alive, and Lina, who had never seen a living mouse made from a linen handkerchief before, was captivated. Her mouth watered, and her bright blue eyes stared motionlessly at the mouse moving back and forth between Xue Zheng's fingers.

  "Oh my god, Aruo De, when did you learn this move?" Aruo De's mother said to Xue Zheng with admiration as she looked at the quieted down little Lina.

  "Ah, actually I knew it a long time ago, but I just didn't say it." Xue Zheng hurriedly explained, then handed the little mouse to Lina, who had already been completely won over by him. Gifts and toys are always effective on kids, after all. Lina grasped this unique toy, and Xue Zheng's matter was immediately thrown far, far away.

  Xue Zheng felt that his transmigration was not easy at all. He didn't know how others' transmigrations were, but he thought it was a complicated project to deal with the people around him. The young man named Arode whom he possessed was the second son of the Windel family. Their father was an unremarkable knight among many underlings of Duke Mason, holding the ruling power over a village called Black Marsh Village. This village was named so because there was a marsh in the east, and black water often flowed out of it, which made the farmers think that the pungent black water came from hell.

  Xue Zheng spent a week gradually integrating and understanding everything around him. His father, Sir Wendel, was a middle-aged knight with some disability in his left hand, which was a scar from the battlefield when he fought for the father of Duke Meido. To repay Sir Wendel's loyalty, the father of Duke Meido granted him this village as a fiefdom to collect taxes and support himself and arm himself, and since then, Sir Wendel has settled down with his family here.

  "Arvid, you are soon to be of age, you should follow your brother and become his squire, serve him." Said Sir Wendel, a cheap dad in this era, with a face older than his actual age, seriously during dinner one evening. Perhaps due to the long-term war results, Sir Wendel always had a serious and solemn expression, even to his family members, never using warm language, it was more like an order rather than seeking opinions from his family.

  "He's too weak, I don't want a servant like that." And Arwade's brother Yves, this big lummox who had almost become a knight, always looked at his younger brother with disdain.

  "Not so, my son. You need a squire to attend you, and there's no one more worthy of your trust than your own brother. Arin's skills with a quarterstaff are quite adequate, even if his horsemanship is still a bit rough around the edges. He'll be sufficient to watch your back." Sir Wendel opened his thick right hand, his eyes gleaming as he fixed them on his eldest son, interrupting Eryndor's words and speaking in a loud voice.

  "What's wrong, are we going to fight again?" said Mrs. Eva, the mother of the children, as she was serving her family with a wooden spoon, ladling the thick meat porridge from the pot into bowls.

  "Well, the relay station has news that Duke Mason has already ordered his vassals to prepare for battle. He has some border disputes with the Duke of Saxony. This Duke Mason is more belligerent than his father." Sir Wendel stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon and started eating it nonchalantly.

  "Is it true that the night his father died, he ate the wild boar meat he sent?" Yī Fū lowered his head and spoke in a mysterious tone for the first time without using his loud voice.

  "Shut up, Iff, we are knights sworn to serve the Duke, not peasants gossiping." Sir Wendel gazed at his eldest son with discontent. He was always worried about his sons; the eldest had decent martial skills and could likely hold his own on the battlefield, but when it came to advancing in rank, it was clear that Iff's brain wasn't quite up to par, while his second son was too timid - perhaps a taste of bloodshed on the battlefield would do him some good.

  Xue Zheng didn't say a word, he knew his place as the second son of the family, all he had was to obey, let alone looking at the stuff in his bowl, he felt that it was enough to fill his stomach, even if it were medieval nobles, they couldn't eat meat every day, this mushy food was the usual fare.

  "Although I don't know why all this happened, since I've been reborn, I can only forget my past and live well as Ardo of this era." Looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings, Xue Zheng secretly advised himself, and was also grateful that he was still a nobleman. After seeing the pitiful lives of medieval farmers, he felt that he still had a lot to achieve.