Chapter 2 Life and Castle

Noron and the baron were speechless, and there was only the sound of wheels rolling in the quiet carriage.

After a long silence, Noon decided to do something in line with his identity as a 9-year-old child: "Uncle Otto..."

"Hmm?" The corners of Baron Otto's mouth rose slightly.

Another embarrassing silence. When Noon was so embarrassed that he used his toes to cut out three bedrooms and one living room on the carriage board. Baron Otto finally broke the silence, "You look like your father."

"My father?"

"Yes," Baron Otto, who seemed to be in the memory, said slowly, "He is my brother, the eldest son of the Adler family."

Looking at Norn's confused look, Baron Otto explained, "Our Adler family is a baron led by Adler in the northern part of the Holy Roman Empire and the northern part of the Duchy of Meklen. It has been more than 200 years since our ancestors opened up territory. Although it has been passed down for a long time, the family has not been prosperous. In this generation, only you and your father are the only ones. As the eldest son, your father was destined to inherit the family's foundation..."

Otto seemed to think that it was a little bad to talk about his late father in front of his son, so he considered the words: "And your father... has always been very opinionated since he was a child, and his behavior is... eclectic. And your grandfather had planned to let your father marry a baron's daughter, but your father ran away before marriage... traveled." Baron Otto realized his blunder and hurriedly changed his words.

"Your grandfather finally calmed down the angry baron and let it go out directly, depriving you of your father's inheritance, and breaking your father's leg when you come back."

"That said, but suddenly one day, your father came back with you, who was still a baby." Baron Otto continued, "Although my grandfather tried his best to be stout, the whole family was still happy that you and your father were back. Although your father refused to reveal your origin, there was no doubt that you were of the blood of our Adler family."

"Originally, I wanted to return the baron title to him, but he refused." Otto carefully said again, "He said that he was used to freedom and didn't want to be bound by the territory anymore."

"Then what about that?" Noen asked.

Baron Otto couldn't help but feel gloomy, "After your father brought you back, he seemed to miss your mother and was depressed. When you were six years old, he went to serve the Lord.

"Before he died, he hoped that we would send you to the monastery to serve the Lord and not to devote himself to the world. We originally planned to help you get a teaching position when you are bigger. But..." Recalling all the misfortunes that had happened to him, Baron Otto did not continue to say anything.

At this time, the image of Norn's original father immediately became three-dimensional in Noen's heart: the eldest son of the family was idle. He ran away from marriage before marriage. When he broke outside, he didn't know which noble lady's belly was enlarged. Then he was beaten by his father-in-law, and finally passed away with regret.

"I didn't expect that I could see such a bloody plot when I came here, and I was still an important supporting role." Noen thought with hatred in his heart.

"Son, I have something very important to do after I go back. Don't worry, wait for me to come back." Baron Otto continued.

"What's the matter?" Noen asked.

"Son, there are some things we have to do," Baron Otto touched Norn's head. No more words.

Along the way, although Noen repeatedly lowered his expectations, reality still told him that there was no worst, only worse. Along the road is full of undeveloped forests, always driving on the winding muddy path. It was hard to meet a village. Only a few rows of thatched huts were seen. The yellow-faced and thin farmers were waving wooden farm tools to take care of the half-dead crops. Noon couldn't help but be silent. In contrast, his life in the monastery It can be called heaven.

After a long journey for two days, after Noen was about to get out of his gall, the carriage finally came to the end of the journey, a small pitiful castle.

Most of the castles I saw in my previous life were located by the beautiful snowy mountains or lakeside, with white walls, ingenious architectural design, and low-key luxurious interior decoration. But although the castle is located on the highest mountain nearby, there is only one path to go up. The 5-meter-high wall irregularly surrounds an area the size of a football field. The football field is full of barracks, blacksmith shops, stables, training grounds, central fortresses and other buildings. The road is very narrow, and only a carriage can barely pass through.

When the group finally crossed the sheep intestine path and entered the central main fortress under the salute of the soldiers at the door. The cold wind that came from the floor directly made Noen shiver. You know, it's afternoon now. When Noen walked into the deep stone corridor, the cold and damp smell with a little rotten smell penetrated Noon's forehead. Noen couldn't help but think of the ghost of the castle he had seen in his previous life.

While Noen was still hesitating, Otto strode in directly and took Noon to a room. You live here first today." It seems that the environment here is not good. Baron Otto said, "I'll ask someone to take you to the manor tomorrow, and I'll ask someone to deliver the food. Don't run around at night. It's easy to get lost." After settling down Noon, Baron Otto turned around and left.

Only then did Noen have time to take a closer look at the room. The whole room was like a castle, cold and damp, and the lighting was extremely poor. The stone wall is 2 meters high with a palm-sized ventilation hole, about 30 square meters. On one side, there is a wooden bed covered with thick animal skins, a wooden basin for bathing in the corner, and a desk and chair in the other corner.

Noon silently held the Bible in his hand, shook out some unrealistic thoughts, and began to settle down his luggage.

After a while, a soldier delivered the dinner. Noon was looking forward to his new dinner, but he was disappointed at first glance. A piece of hard-looking white bread and a pot of mixed soup. Noen tasted it and found that there was no seasoning in the soup except salt, but even so, Noon could see from the squirming of the soldier's throat that it was only his family heir who could afford it.

After dinner, Noen went to bed early and covered himself with a thick animal skin to try to dispel the cold of the castle.

"Set a small goal first," Noen secretly decided, "Eat well, live well"

The next day, Noon got up early, washed his face with water at will, and then got on the carriage to the manor. A small team pulled out the castle.

This time, Baron Otto did not ride a carriage with Noon, but rode a horse in front of the carriage.

On the way, he passed by some villages from time to time. Some villagers saw the baron's convoy and hurriedly bowed his head, while Baron Otto would nod back and even chat with the village chief.

"It can be seen that this cheap uncle is very loved," Noen thought about it.

Unable to stand the bumpy carriage, Noen turned to sit next to the driver. Baron Otto looked at this side, but said nothing.

"Little Noon" stumbled with a big fan-like hand. "I know you haven't forgotten your Uncle William."

Only then did Noon pay attention to the coachman around him, who was about 30 years old, with short and strong limbs, sloppy clothes, open-chested single clothes could not cover the thick chest hair, his face was full of flushing, the corners of his mouth grinning to the roots of his ears, his messy beard was oily, and there seemed to be a manly smell around him.

"William... Uncle," Noen just finished. Uncle William smiled and hugged Noen with his hand.

"Yesterday, I bet with that little white face that I must be the closest to you. Sure enough, I'm more popular than that little white face."

"Small.. White.. Face..?"

William pouted and pointed to a knight next to him disdainfully.

"It's just you, Uncle Padrick"

Norn looked over there and noticed that Knight Padrick was dressed in a dark green hunting suit with slender limbs and a huge long bow on his back. He seemed to notice that Noon was looking at him, so he turned his head to look at Noen and smiled.

"I'll go! My titanium dog eyes!" Noen was shocked by Padric's appearance: a soft long golden hair, fair skin, exquisite facial features, and a face that could make countless noblewomen jealous were actually grown on a man's face. Coupled with the sunny temperament, it was simply a knight template in a fairy tale.

William is still spitting on the question of the "little white-faced" knight. What's unmanly, bitch?

"You are jealous," Noen concluded in his mind.

"Little Noon, a man should look like a man. Don't be like a little white face. It's better to be like me. If not, just like Uncle DeMore."

As if hearing someone calling him, a knight on the other side of the carriage turned sideways and waved his hand in a friendly manner.

Compared with the other two knights, the De Moore Knight is very ordinary. He has no distinctive facial features at all. His dark skin is like an old farmer. The only special thing is a pair of thick hands and particularly thick joints.

"I think of you and your uncle back then..." In William's endless chors, Noen knew that the three people, including William, were all knights and ministers of Baron Otto. They knew each other from the beginning of the baron's servants, and they had been beaten together and cut off their relationships together.

In the glorious history of William still boasting that he and Uncle Otto went into battle together, the team slowly entered a manor.

Noon took a long breath. Although the manor was full of wooden buildings, it looked much better than the castle.

The housekeeper lined up at the door with the servants to welcome him. Noon noticed that there seemed to be one less person in the crowd.

"Where is my aunt?" Noen asked.

William, who was still bragging, was like a duck whose neck was suddenly pinched. He stopped talking and was silent for a long time. "Because of your cousin's accident, she returned to the arms of Mother Earth last month."

Noticing the different statement, Noen looked at Uncle Otto's back, as if he understood the misfortune that happened a month ago.