(Author's note: Two extra chapters, Roger's childhood, 1095-1096, introduce the story background and related characters through the perception of young Roger.

Don't write it, book friends reported, not understanding why Roger didn't fight for power with his brother and why he didn't give orders after inheriting the earl.

In fact, fighting is in vain. Adelaide was the regent before he came of age. The unruly Normans will not listen to a little kid with no prestige.

But writing it at the front, book friends said it affected the plot and was too long-winded.

Placing it later will affect the release.

So I’ll put it in the middle for now.)

The newborn Roger tried to contain his nervousness. He couldn't open his eyes, his body was out of control, his sense of touch didn't give him any help, and his sense of smell was completely occupied by the fragrance of milk and body odor.

The only thing that could help him was his hearing. He found that his ears were particularly sensitive and he could even hear the sound of mice crawling in the hall.

Thanks to his efforts in his previous life, Roger was barely able to understand the language spoken by some of the people around him. This language is a fusion of the dialects of people from western and northern France, and seems to have some shadows in modern English. Let’s just call it French.

In addition to French, people around him also spoke other languages. Roger initially judged that there were at least three languages, but he couldn't understand them.

With an international family, Roger felt a huge headache.

Before Roger could get over one headache, he had to face another even more headache.

His wet nurse, a woman with a strong smell, liked to bump him up and down hard, which made him feel like a wind-up iron frog, making him dizzy and almost dizzy.

Diaomin, do you want me to become an idiot?

However, Roger could not move his hands or speak, just like the Second Emperor of Qin under the control of Zhao Gao, and Emperor Xian of Han under the control of Cao Cao, what else could he do except obediently accept his fate?

Roger even suspected that the nanny was the incarnation of Po Meng, who came here to make up for his mistakes. After all, his current strange state might be caused by Po Meng deserting and not feeding him any soup when he was crossing the Naihe Bridge.

Roger felt that allowing the nanny to turn him into an idiot might restore everything to normal, but the free and independent spirit of the modern soul could not be challenged.

Rather die.

Roger was brave and determined to resist.

Roger pretended to cooperate but silently remembered the woman's footsteps and special body odor. Then when his mother's footsteps entered the room, he began to cry quietly and then gradually grew louder, "What's wrong with my little baby?"

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"Madam, I seem to be hungry." A maid replied.

"Go and fetch the wet nurse."

Then there were footsteps leaving, and then Roger's familiar footsteps entered the room.

"lady."

"No courtesy, the child is hungry."

"No, I just fed it."

Roger pouted his little mouth and sucked hard.

"I think he is hungry. If it weren't for my lack of milk, I would feed him myself. Now, go feed him." Adelaide ordered.

So Roger came close to him, remembering his body odor. However, this time Roger was no longer cooperative. As soon as the woman touched Roger, he started to cry. By the time the woman picked him up, his whole body was convulsing from crying.

The more the woman coaxed and hugged him, the harder Roger cried.

However, what happened was counterproductive. The woman grabbed his head and drank a lot of water from him. Roger's stomach was bloated, his face was red, and his head was dizzy.

Roger breathed heavily to make up for the lack of oxygen in his body.

"Madam, the young master is full." The woman said proudly.

Roger knew that he had no more chances and had to fight to the death.

He took a sharp gulp of saliva, his windpipe immediately protested, and Roger began to cough violently.

The woman patted Roger on the back in a panic, but it was too late.

The violent coughing caused Roger's poor abdominal muscles to twitch. Together with the diaphragm, it challenged the stomach. The bulging stomach shrank, and then a vomiting no less than the eruption of Mount Vesuvius occurred. Roger said

The turbulent flow of stomach yogurt could even destroy Pompeii.

"Ah!" The woman was frightened, took her hands away from Roger, covered her face and cried.

Roger, who brought it upon himself, fell into the second crisis of his life.

He is like a squid that sprays ink, and like an inverted rocket, boosted by the eruption, it heads towards the center of the earth with an acceleration of more than one g.

His little heart felt the pleasure of weightlessness and hung in his throat. A pair of warm and familiar hands caught him.

Oh, Mom, I love you.

Roger wanted to sing a song to praise his mother, but he forgot the words, so he obediently lay on his mother's chest. Exhaustion overwhelmed him. Enough, today is enough, and he fell into a deep sleep.

After waking up, Roger endured his hunger and thirst, raised his rabbit ears vigilantly, and scanned Messina Castle in all directions. The special footsteps in his memory disappeared, and he never heard them again after that.

Roger's vision was blurry. He could feel light but couldn't distinguish colors, but he wasn't worried. Children were like this.

What made him dissatisfied was his maids. They were trying hard to mummify him, wrapping everything tightly except his head and shoulders.

Roger felt very unhappy. He struggled to resist. He couldn't control his hands and feet, let alone being tied tightly, but he just wanted to struggle.

Gradually, he felt that the bindings seemed to be loosened, and he seemed to be able to sit up. He "saw" the surrounding scenes as if in a dream.

He had an out-of-body feeling. He was so surprised at his state that he didn't notice that his young body's breathing and heartbeat were getting slower and slower and tending to stop.

"Is it too tight?"

"It's better to be tighter, it will make his bones grow straighter."

"Look how cute the young master is, ah, he is frowning."

There was a great contrast between Roger's imprisoned body and his free soul. The latter longed to get rid of the shackles of the former, and he had the feeling of "flying".

He seemed to hear a voice: "Go back, you don't belong here."

He was so focused on pursuing complete freedom that he didn't realize that his physical pupils had begun to dilate.

"The young master's eyes are so beautiful, they are dark."

"Let me see, really, can he see us?"

"Of course, haven't you seen him open his eyes so wide?"

"What is he looking at?"

"I must be looking at you, you are the most stinky, hee hee."

"Say it again, and I'll tear your mouth open." The maids playfully pushed each other.

"Ah!" With a sweet cry, a basin of cold water suddenly poured over Roger's head and face, and a wooden basin hit the bed frame. A "bang" sound made the whole room freeze for an instant.

"Oh my God!"

"Quick, look at the young master!"

"Did it hit you?"

"Wow~ I didn't mean it."

"It's all your fault!" The girls panicked, like a group of hens exploding their nests.

"Stop making noise, be quiet!"

So the wrapping cloth was untied, and someone wiped Roger dry with cotton cloth.

Roger had just come back to his senses. It was like he was woken up in the middle of a dream. He couldn't tell whether the feeling just now was real or imaginary.

His body instinctively told him: he should cry. But his soul said: Why should I cry? It's just a basin of water, and I'm not a child.

His body trembled with fear, and finally his instinct overcame his reason.

Roger thought, that wooden basin almost hit me. You little hens, I almost went to see God because of your negligence.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help crying.

By the time old Roger and Adelaide walked into the room, Roger had stopped crying. He blinked in shame, regretting his gaffe.

A hazy shadow appeared in front of his eyes, and he smelled the familiar sour odor belonging to his father in his nose.

Mother's voice: "Honey, how is the baby?"

"What's the matter? It's just a basin of water." Father muttered nonchalantly, but he kept it in front of Roger's eyes for a long time.

"The one who made the mistake will go down and receive his punishment." With the count's verdict, the matter was over.

Hearing his parents' footsteps leaving, Roger felt the whole room let out a sigh of relief.

Roger didn't know how to return to that dreamlike state. Maybe it was really just a dream.

He began his daily practice again, listening with open ears, which was his only pleasure at the moment.

Soon, he heard the sobs covering his mouth in the cellar, mixed with the crackling sound of whipping. Roger imagined the scene of the girl's butt being whipped. It was really loving, but it was a pity that it was not suitable for children. He laughed at himself happily

Stand and turn your attention away.

"Roger,"

Well, Roger was stunned, Mom called me?
To be continued...