Chen Zhongming opened his eyes and was a little confused about the situation before him: he was lying on a creaking wooden bed, with ashes falling from the wooden beams above his head from time to time.
The sunshine outside the window looked very bright, and the chirping of cicadas and the sounds of children playing outside could be heard from outside the house without any hindrance. There was a wooden cup filled with an unknown liquid on the small table next to the bed - the cup seemed to be still intact.
Very dirty.
Looking into the room, Chen Zhongming saw an old man with light blond curly hair wearing brown linen clothes, dark gray trousers, and a very dirty apron with faint blood stains - at least judging from his hair, I don't know if he had any.
This is how Chen Zhongming judged the length of his beard and the curvature of his back.
The old man sat in front of a square table, facing him sideways, playing with the wooden cup on the table with both hands, not knowing whether he was thinking about something or simply in a daze.
Chen Zhongming decided to continue observing the layout of the house and confirm his current environment before deciding on his next action.
"Hiss--" However, just trying to move his body, he felt a strong pain coming from nowhere and had to lie down on the bed.
"Jili gua la ji li gua la (you're awake, the operation was successful)" the old man heard Chen Zhongming's movements and turned around to look at him.
Now Chen Zhongming was even more confused. He couldn't understand what the old man was saying at all, so he could only nod or shake his head according to the old man's facial expression.
The old man got up and walked to the bedside, opened the straw mat on Chen Zhongming's body, and after checking him, said to him: "(I suggest you stay in bed for a few more days, don't worry about medical expenses, food expenses, etc., and help passers-by in distress)
It’s just something our village does casually.)”
"(Take good care of yourself. If you have no place to go, you can stay here for a while.)"
Chen Zhongming was quite sure that he didn't understand a word. He felt that the language the old man spoke was beyond his cognitive scope, so that he could not distinguish the meaning at all.
"[Foreigner?]" Seeing that he had no reaction, the old man seemed to understand something and asked in another language, "Can you understand what I said?"
Although it is still not Chinese, nor is it any language that Chen Zhongming understands, he is inexplicably able to understand it this time: "Understood."
"Understood?" The old man nodded. He thought for a few seconds and then said to Chen Zhongming stumblingly: "You need to rest for a few days and have nowhere to go. Live in the village."
"Medicine." The old man pointed to the wooden cup on the table beside Chen Zhongming's bed. Thinking that he couldn't move yet, he picked up the cup and poured it into Chen Zhongming's mouth. After doing this, the old man casually gave Chen Zhongming a few words.
Get out of the house.
Originally, Chen Zhongming planned to ask some questions, but the too bitter medicine and the painful wounds on his body made him unable to open his mouth, and the old man had no intention of introducing him.
But if you think about it carefully, this may be due to the language barrier between the two and the inconvenience of communication.
He carefully turned his head to the left and continued to look at the layout of the room: there seemed to be a lot of hair on the ground, mixed together, various lengths of hair, various knives hanging on the wall, and even a
There is an axe, and weeds can be seen at the base of the wall.
The furniture in the house looks like it has aged a lot. The apron that the old man took off before going out is hanging on the coat rack by the door. Also hanging on it is a heavily patched cloth hat and a very old coat.
brown coat.
"Looking on the bright side, at least my eyesight now is much better than when I was wearing glasses." Chen Zhongming thought this way. Since he has come to a strange world, there is nothing else to do but take each step with an optimistic attitude.
The choice was made.
"But at least you have to understand the environment you're in..."
The old man did not leave for a long time. He returned to the wooden house where Chen Zhongming lived in less than 20 minutes. He also brought with him a book with a badly worn cover and yellowing paper, and a shabby cloth bag with unknown contents inside.
something.
"Since there is paper, it means that at least we are in a civilized place." Chen Zhongming thought happily. If it had been older, the outcome of his abandoned house would be the difference between dying quickly and dying early.
The old man moved a chair to the bedside, flipped through the books he had brought, and said word by word to Chen Zhongming in an unskilled tone: "This is the Kingdom of Loma, Lakxiu under the rule of Viscount St. Raphael."
Si Village, a foreigner, you are protected by the laws of the kingdom here, and you enjoy the rights of a free citizen unless you have violated any laws."
"I am Lorenzo, the mayor and barber of the village of Laxius. You will be under my supervision and guidance while you live in the village."
"Loma? Roma?" Chen Zhongming didn't know whether he should be ecstatic or weeping today, but he still pressed the idea of asking and waited for the old man to finish.
"You can use this book to learn the language of the kingdom, and you need to return it to me before leaving the village. The non-fixed legal property you acquired during your stay in the village belongs to you personally, but you need to pay reasonable remuneration to our village."
Lorenzo took out a standard document and a quill pen from the bag and placed it on the table: "This document is a unified document for the Viscounty of St. Raphael. It serves as your temporary free citizen status document. Foreigner,
You need to tell me your full name."
"Full name?" Chen Zhongming thought for a few seconds: "Um, Brutus, Andos Brutus."
He observed Lorenzo's expression and felt relieved after confirming that there was nothing wrong with the name. The so-called Loma Kingdom's lack of strict identity authentication was undoubtedly a good thing for him and could save him a lot of trouble.
"Andos Brutus?" Lorenzo confirmed it and then wrote the name on the document. Then he took out two seals and a box of ink pads from the cloth bag and stamped two seals on the document, "Leave the village.
You must remember to ask me to collect your identity documents before leaving."
Chen Zhongming nodded, indicating that he understood.
Lorenzo put the documents, seals and other items back into the bag and put the book on the table: "(It's still early for dinner now, you can sleep a little longer, I will have dinner delivered.)"
Although Chen Zhongming didn't understand, he still nodded to show that he understood - anyway, looking at the current battle, he didn't have to worry about being killed or anything.
Once again, Chen Zhongming was alone in the house. He had no intention of sleeping yet, so he thought about the current situation.
"The level of civilization is at least not low, and the kingdom, no, strictly speaking, at least in this viscounty, is very particular about the rule of law. As a foreigner, I am a free citizen, which means that there may still be a slave class. At least it is not very good at the beginning.
Oops......"
"But the barber performed the surgery. It's a different kind of fate that I can still be alive." Chen Zhongming didn't know whether he was unlucky or lucky. "The top priority now is to recover from the injury first, and then make plans."
"I will be Brutus from now on." Now that we have come to a strange world, let's just change our vest and start over.