After Brutus was bored and recovering from his injury for a few days, he was finally able to get out of bed and move around freely. Although he still walked with a limp and could not move for too long, it was undoubtedly much better than lying in bed.
times.
According to Lorenzo, he was hit by an arrow in the knee and an arrow in the back. He dragged his severely injured body and fell in the bushes not far from the village of Laxius. He was found by a farmer cutting firewood.
Fortunately, he was saved before he died, not to mention that he survived after undergoing the barber's special surgery, and there was not even a sign of infection...
"I can only say that my luck is extremely bad, and at the same time, it is extremely good." Brutus put the book in his hand on the table. He didn't just lie in bed and did nothing else these days, at least he still had good luck.
After memorizing common words and frequently communicating with the little boy who brought him food, he was able to have simple conversations, and there was no problem with his hearing.
This was also thanks to the fact that the language of the Kingdom of Loma seemed not difficult, allowing him to get started quickly.
As for how he knew the words in the book, Brutus himself had no clue to be honest, but based on the experience he had accumulated from reading so many time-travel novels, it was obvious that he had a high possibility of traveling through the soul, but only
Retaining language and literacy skills obviously makes him somewhat powerless to understand and change the current situation.
"Mr. Brutus, your lunch." Just as he was thinking of the little boy, someone else came in.
The boy was about eleven or two years old. He put a plate of pumpernickel bread and a bowl of oatmeal on the table. Different from the past few days, he did not sit down to have lunch with Brutus or play with Brutus.
He chatted, but stood beside the bed, his hands tightening and loosening, as if he was struggling with something.
"Marcus, what's on your mind? If you don't mind, you can talk to me. Maybe I can give you some advice." Brutus saw the boy's confusion and motioned for him to sit down and chat.
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"Um, Mr. Brutus." Marcus hesitated, looking out the window from time to time, as if to confirm something.
"Excuse me, can you teach me how to read?" Marcus' voice was so soft that Brutus almost thought the boy didn't say anything.
Brutus just thought for a moment and roughly understood the reason for Marcus's hesitation. He just nodded and replied in the same low voice: "But I am not sure about this matter."
After all, he doesn’t even know how he learned it, let alone teach others to read. If you ask him to teach, does he have the ability? Obviously not. But thinking about it, he can’t just live idle all the time, so it’s better to find something to do.
Doing nothing, Brutus took over the matter anyway.
"As long as you are willing to teach us." Marcos replied in a low voice, and then returned to normal volume, "Village Chief Lorenzo said that you should be almost recovered in two days."
"Oh, yeah, that's great. I feel like my whole body is getting rusty after staying in bed for too long." Brutus didn't mind that Marcus was a little more demanding on what he was entrusting, but there was a hidden meaning in it.
But he had to make clear the risks first - he didn't want to fall into a pit of fire just after he had saved his life.
"Did the village chief tell you anything about my future arrangements?"
Marcus just shook his head, turned around and walked a few steps to move a chair from under the square table and put it next to the bed. After sitting down, he picked up the bread and ate it.
"Does the kingdom have any special restrictions on this matter?" Brutus asked bluntly, but still deliberately controlled the volume.
Marcos shook his head and said no: "It's just that Mayor Lorenzo doesn't like us doing this."
Mayor Lorenzo gave Brutus a good impression, and he seemed to be quite lawful. He couldn't help but wonder why: "Why?"
"The village chief didn't tell us the reason." Marcus answered Brutus's question in a low voice while chewing the bread, "but I think the village chief just didn't like it."
That's not to the extent that we have to talk about it secretly... Brutus is a little confused about the situation. If he just doesn't like children to be literate and doesn't impose any restrictions, why should he be so careful?
"Anyway, I'll take over the matter, but at least I'll have to wait until I recover from my injury."
"Of course, Mr. Brutus. If you can't find a place to stay in the future, I think you can come to my house. My mother won't mind."
Brutus became more and more confused. What he said was nothing. He shouldn't say that his father wouldn't mind. No, he was almost led astray. Shouldn't he say that his parents wouldn't mind...
"I think I will think it over carefully." Yes, quite carefully, Brutus thought so firmly.
"Speaking of which, can you introduce me to Laxius Village? I've been here for several days, and I don't even have a clue where I am now."
As for why I didn’t talk about this before, of course it’s because my foreign language proficiency was not good enough…
"Would you like to introduce the village of Laxius?" Marcus realized at this moment that the injured number on the bed didn't even understand the current situation. "We are a small fishing village. Where is it in the Kingdom? I heard from the caravan passing by that it seems to be in the Kingdom.
Every time they come to the border, they have to buy a lot of the flax we grow from the village."
"The village is under the jurisdiction of Viscount St. Raphael, but we have never seen the viscount. We can see Tax Collector Ion many times a year. I hear adults always complain that he is a vampire, but I think he
They look quite human, maybe I’ve never seen a vampire before, if I could see one, maybe I could tell the difference between them..."
Brutus didn't know for a moment whether to complain about the boy's simplicity or straightforwardness, but he believed that the Ion tax collector would be angry if he heard Marcus say this.
"The days in the village are very ordinary, well, I think that's the word. Everyone's life is to work at sunrise and rest at sunset, day after day. I heard from the adults that peace on the border of the kingdom has lasted for decades.
But I feel that the caravans seem to be coming and going more frequently recently, and what they buy from the village is not just flax, but also grain and ironware."
Brutus couldn't help but want to praise Marcus's acumen, although he felt that just the fact that caravans came and went more frequently was not a precursor to war.
"Uncle Hall, the blacksmith in the village, has also been recruited by the Viscount, and we don't know when he will come back." Marcus seemed a little disappointed when he mentioned this, and then Brutus understood the reason, "The children in the village are still waiting.
Waiting for him to repair our damaged toys."
"Marcus, what country does the kingdom border with?" Brutus interrupted Marcus.
"Don't you know?" Marcus was obviously very surprised, but he still answered Brutus's question honestly, "Orcs and Goblins."
"?" For a moment Brutus thought Marcus was joking with him, but he soon believed it. After all, in a strange world, anything is possible.
Brutus sighed: So the border can be peaceful for decades? I think this is the biggest joke.
He thought he was coming to the Middle Ages, but he didn't expect it was the Middle Ages of swords and magic...