Chapter 2 Memory

The young man on the ground seemed to be very experienced. He tightly protected his head with his elbows, thinking that he would let him go after a few hits as usual. But what the young man miscalculated was that the two guys did not stop at all. With his plan, the stick hit him again and again. The pain all over his body made his arms gradually lose their strength. The old experience had no effect this time. The young man's thin arms could no longer protect his head. Department.

Snapped!

The wooden stick hit the young man's head hard, and blood slowly flowed from his head, gradually blurring his vision. The heavy sound of the blow seemed to penetrate his mind. At this moment, it seemed as if time had stopped. The young man fainted instantly.

"Hey, he looks like he's dead," said a man holding a wooden stick stained with blood.

"Don't worry, countless rats like him die in this city every day," another man replied.

The two of them did not take away the tightly protected things from the young man's arms. They glanced at the young man on the ground without any reaction, then turned and left.

It turned out that his body was beaten to death so easily just because he stole other people's things. Buffon groped for the things in his clothes that the boy hadn't let go of when he was beaten, and was curious about what they looked like. The thing kept the boy from letting go until the end.

Um?

From a torn pocket of his clothes, Buffon found half a piece of dark bread that had been flattened. The stiff feel made people doubt whether it was really edible. In the end, it turned out that it was just for a piece of cheap bread, and the cloth felt a little emotional. Feng seemed to see his own shadow in the young man.

Buffon lay quietly on the damp wall with his eyes closed. No one of the passers-by around him cared whether the person lying in the dark corner was alive or dead. Buffon digested the memory of this body, and gradually He felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and with a "pop" sound, his head tilted to the side and fell asleep slowly on the ground.

The early morning sunlight shines through the cracks in the dilapidated cabin and shines on the face of Buffon who is lying on the floor. The dazzling sunlight slowly wakes up the sleeping Buffon.

After moving his still unfamiliar body, Buffon increased his vigilance and looked at the unfamiliar place in front of him. This was a very small room, full of the smell of decay. The top of the room had holes due to disrepair. There was a smell of rotting wood in the air, and there was only a small bed that had been obviously reinforced and a broken cabinet in the house. However, the neat little bed on the clean floor could still show the tidiness of the owner.

This made him frown a little, thinking about who saved him and where he was.

Da da da...

The footsteps coming closer and closer outside the door made Buffon stare at the door of the wooden house with some vigilance.

Squeak!

A rough palm slowly pushed open the wooden door under Buffon's gaze, accompanied by the unpleasant sound of the rotten wooden door, which made people feel goosebumps.

Buffon saw a middle-aged man with very ordinary facial features, some bronze skin, and some gray hair walking in. When he saw Buffon who had woken up, the two looked at each other.

Seeming to notice the nervous Buffon, Old John said kindly: "Don't worry, you are safe. Last night I saw that you seemed to be breathing, so I rescued you. This may be the guidance of the goddess. , let me save you." Then he put his hands together respectfully between his eyebrows.

"The guidance of the goddess, this reason can be more magical. After all, I don't believe that there is a real god." Buffon complained in his heart, but he did not show his doubts. After all, it was the other party who saved him yesterday.

Buffon immediately stood up while holding on to the cabinet next to him. Using the language of the St. John's Empire that was still unfamiliar to him, he imitated the scene he saw in his memory and bowed slightly, sincerely thanking the middle-aged man. Said: "Thank you very much for your kindness and generosity. I hope you can get the attention of the goddess."

Seemingly satisfied with Buffon's praise, Old John smiled and replied: "Hahaha, I just did a trivial thing under the guidance of the goddess, praising the moon."

After a few words of greeting, it finally ended with Buffon making a cooing sound due to not having eaten food for a long time. As if he saw the embarrassment of the black-haired boy in front of him, Old John smiled and took out the food from the cabinet next to him. He picked up half of the flattened cheap black bread, which was the half in Buffon's clothes, and then handed it to Buffon.

Buffon took the half of the familiar brown bread and didn't intend to stay here anymore. He said to the middle-aged man opposite: "I think it's time for me to leave. Thank you again for your kindness." Plan to leave this room.

The middle-aged man did not speak to stop him. Looking at Buffon who was about to open the door, a faint light appeared in his eyes. He stared closely at Buffon's back. A sneer appeared on his face that no longer had a smile, and the corner of his mouth used a smile. A very small voice said two words, "Weak!".

Buffon, who had already grasped the door handle with his palm, suddenly felt that his body had lost all its strength and he suddenly sat on the ground.

"What's going on? I feel like I'm exhausted all of a sudden, I have no strength at all," Buffon thought as he sat on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Old John put a kind smile on his face again. He quickly supported Buffon at the door and persuaded with a smile: "You don't seem to be in good condition. I think you can stay here for the time being. Well, I mean, wait until your body recovers before you choose to leave. The goddess may not want my kindness to give up halfway, and the person I just saved may die."

Somewhat strange, Buffon looked at the middle-aged man who was always smiling in front of him in confusion. He did not realize that the sudden feeling of weakness was caused by the other man. After all, Buffon was just an ordinary person. Then he was helped by Old John. Sitting on the edge of the bed.

Old John looked up at the sun outside and did not give Buffon a chance to refuse. He smiled and said to Buffon, it's time for me to go to work: "I think I should go. See you in the evening. I'm going to go out soon." ".

"Wait a minute, what is your name?" Buffon asked.

The middle-aged man turned his back and answered: "John Randall, you can call me Old John." The friendly smile on his lips when he opened the door was full of cunning, and his ordinary facial features were twisted as if He was looking forward to something, but Buffon didn't notice it, and then walked out quickly, leaving only Buffon in the dilapidated house.

"John Randall", Buffon, who was sitting by the bed, read out the name and shook his head helplessly. He had no impression of the name, but the other person's smile was indeed very kind and hard to refuse. Feeling that Buffon gradually relaxed his vigilance towards Old John.

Gu Gu Gu Gu...

The sound of hunger woke up Buffon, who was still thinking. Looking at the flattened bread in his hand, Buffon wondered whether it was food for humans to eat. If it hadn't still had a hint of wheat flavor, it might have been discarded as a stone. On the roadside, the hard texture tells people how cheap it is. Unfortunately, white bread is too expensive, and many people can only choose to buy cheap black bread to satisfy their hunger.

Buffon bit hard, bit off a piece and chewed it slowly in his mouth, complaining vaguely: "This hardness can really be used as a hidden weapon or a brick. I vaguely remember that there is a country in my world. Use long loaves of bread as weapons." After the black bread in his mouth was reluctantly swallowed, Buffon felt that the taste was acceptable, but his cheeks hurt a little because he used too much force.

Last night's coma brought Buffon more information about the world, such as the name of the owner of his body, Kerens. There was only this simple name without any surname. Kerens only remembered himself. They went all the way north from the Surante United Empire in the south, experienced various dangers and hunger, and then arrived at the city of Cologne in the St. John Empire.

This place is very much like a medieval class system. Nobles and kings manage all the people. People here also have various complex beliefs, whether they believe in gods or the moon above their heads. There is also a Holy Light Church in the city of Cologne. He is the so-called God of Light, but Kerens has never been to a church and does not like this so-called God of Light.

The world already has simple firearms and steam trains. The sound of the huge steel monster scares many people who don't understand them, but for businessmen, the person who invented the steam train is simply a genius. This solves the problem. Their many problems.

In Krens' memory, Buffon saw how a small figure survived in this cannibal city. Due to long-term hunger and lack of adequate food, Krens, who was already 17 years old, But he is only 165cm tall, which is far lower than the others. Krens is a little boy among everyone. He is often coveted by others for his food, especially a boy named Owen. Krens is really He was too thin to protect the only food he had. Sometimes he would go hungry frequently and might not get food for several days.

As Krens grew up, his appearance, which was relatively rare in the St. John Empire, gave Krens some advantages. With his youthful appearance and relatively handsome facial features, he could often win over some ladies. He felt some compassion.

People who are no longer short of money in the aristocratic circle often have some strange ideas or quirks. Seeing this Buffon feels a little chilly, but it is understandable, but he may not be able to do such a thing, but this is Sometimes he would get into some trouble. Once he was almost caught and kept in a cage as a pet. During that time, Kerens made his face very dirty all day long and was worried about being recognized.

As for other important things, Buffon didn't see many important things. They were just daily trivial matters and the names of places. After all, Kerens' status was too low, and there were too few things to learn. He sighed. I took a breath and didn't feel too disappointed.

The blue moon rose slowly, lighting up the entire night sky, and the stars in the sky were twinkling. Buffon carefully observed the unfamiliar blue moon through the holes in the roof, even though he was already in the shadow of Krens. In his memory, he knew that the red moon would only appear on the last day of each month, and that at other times the sky would be dominated by the blue moon. However, Buffon, who had never seen a blue moon before, was surprised. It was the first time I saw the moon in this world. The blue moonlight passed through the holes in the roof, making the dark wooden house brighter.