The next day, the sun rose as usual in the lower green forest.
Aaron Sotos prayed in his heart and opened the curtains. Seeing the golden sun shining through the window, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately...fortunately it's not here."
Last night's dream, or rather the scene in the Goldfinger world, was really terrifying.
Aaron Sotos was afraid that what he was actually changing was the real world, so he played himself to death. He can be called a typical time traveler seeking death.
'However, I just want the sun to change its color. Why has the world changed so much?... It seems that there is some terrible pollution in the scarlet sun light, and the whole world began to change in an instant, and that
The crazy feeling that comes with this kind of power, could it be... that there is something wrong with my golden finger?'
Aaron Sotos opened the drawer and took out a black notebook. This was his observer's diary. Half of the content was filled with dense square characters that only he could understand.
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[Known: After many inquiries, the knights and scholars in the territory currently do not have the mysterious power. 】
[Known: The ‘Green Banyan Tree Grandmother’ is just an ordinary primitive nature worship totem and has not shown any miracles. 】
[Known: Through secret testing of the maid and others, no one has traveled to a clear world in their dreams.]
[To sum up, we can preliminarily conclude that the ‘photo in the dream’ is my golden finger. 】
[Through experiments with setting goals and reference objects, and continuous observation, it can be determined that the dream world has basic operating rules, and is not a world I imagined... and the time flow rate in the real world is not consistent.]
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[On the 15th of the month when the green banyan tree took root, I followed my father to worship the 'Grandmother of the Green Banyan Tree'. I dreamed of that world again at night, changing the sun there, causing the whole world to undergo crazy changes... It is speculated that my golden finger power may be
Favoring chaos? Or contains an element of madness??】
The hard quill was stained with ink, leaving beautiful marks on the slightly yellowed paper, but Aaron's expression was very solemn.
He stopped writing, dipped his hand in ink, and continued writing:
[After changing the world, I feel extremely weak in consciousness, as if I have returned to my infancy.]
[Speculation: Every time I dream, or every day that passes in reality, the 'power' in my dream becomes stronger and reaches a certain 'limit' last night? Although the accumulated power disappears, a qualitative change may have occurred.
?]
[The things in the dream cannot be brought into this world, and the power in the dream seems to be unable to affect me in reality... So... what is the use of this dream? Even whether it is true or false cannot be completely confirmed! 】
[Summary: Junk golden finger!]
Aaron made the last stroke, closed the notebook, and sighed.
In this different world, a useless golden finger is loaded, which is really sad.
Although last night's performance proved that Goldfinger may not be that useless, it is not of much use.
Facing the coming war, there is still no way.
"Although it's just a fight at the level of a village chief or a township chief, if you're not careful, people may die."
With a little emotion, Aaron came to the restaurant and had breakfast with his family.
The breakfast is quite rich, including toasted bacon and white bread, a variety of fresh fruits, and milk.
Theodore, Sonia, Colin, and Ginny are all here.
In addition, there was a naughty boy in his teens with white strips of cloth and wooden boards tied to his legs. He was Aaron's third brother, Sean Sotos.
Because Aaron's biological mother died of illness, the lord quickly married his third wife, and their relationship was pretty good.
Especially after giving birth to Sean, Colin's biggest enemy and rival appeared.
But at this time, Sean, the naughty boy, was cutting the food with a knife and fork, and glanced at Aaron in a show-off manner.
'What is this? Showing off that you are injured and don't have to go to the battlefield? No, you actually don't have to go to the battlefield at all...'
Aaron rolled his eyes and sat down in his seat.
Theodore was very quiet while dining, and the butler and maid standing around did not dare to make a sound. There was only the occasional slight sound of knives and forks on the entire table.
Finally, Aaron heard his father's voice: "Aaron, what do you think about this battle?"
"Father..."
Aaron organized the following words: "From a moral point of view, the other party has violated the sacred marriage contract. We have sufficient reasons to send troops, but from a terrain point of view, the other party occupies the upper reaches of the Green Forest and can move down the river and maneuver.
Sex is very high…”
There are two lords in the huge green forest land, Davis and Sotos. It is said that there are some blood relations between their ancestors.
But there is no doubt that by this generation, it has become very weak.
Now, they are about to meet each other in war.
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Breakfast time passed quickly, and Aaron watched with cold eyes and found that although Mrs. Sonia looked dignified, the look she occasionally glanced at Colin was actually very playful.
'It seems that this lady most likely regards Sean's fall from the horse as Colin's handiwork... After all, the other party is the eldest son, Sean's biggest enemy... Well, I have the smallest target, but I can't be careless.
Sometimes when the boss fights with the second child, the third child can easily be beaten to death.'
While thinking deeply, Aaron came to the training ground in front of the castle.
He had the habit of exercising every day, and with the war approaching, he needed to continue to hone his skills.
Aaron looked at his weapon rack. On the black wooden rack, there were two weapons hanging impressively.
One of the swords has a long and thin blade, a complex and perfect guard, and is light and agile. It is a swift sword and the prototype of modern fencing.
It is Aaron's most commonly worn personal weapon and was maliciously named 'Sewing Needle' by Colin, which means a weapon for women.
But Aaron smiled and said nothing. Of course he knew that penetrating injuries to the human body caused by punctures were far more troublesome than injuries caused by chopping.
Whether it is internal bleeding caused by puncture of important organs or infection caused by intestinal damage, in this era without surgery, these are incurable diseases that no one can cure!
Even if an arm or leg is cut off, the chance of survival is higher than being stabbed with a sword in the vital part!
Beneath the elegant appearance of the Swift Sword, there is hidden terrifying lethality.
In particular, it is lighter than other swords! Therefore, it can last longer in battle.
It can be said that in daily life and street self-defense, the bayonet is definitely the best choice. It can be called the most powerful portable cold weapon in the West.
Naturally, Aaron also worked hard on his sword stabbing skills.
But at this time, he had to put it down and sighed: "It's inappropriate. Although the stabbing sword is very suitable for daily combat and self-defense, because no one wears heavy armor when going out, but war is different!"
The civilians in Davis's territory are naturally unarmored, but the knights are different!
Each of them has undergone professional training, and their physical fitness and killing skills have reached the pinnacle. They will wear thick metal armor when fighting!
That kind of armor consists of a series of parts - inner armor, breastplate, skirt armor, helmet, iron gloves... It's completely an iron can.
Even a set of well-made knight armor is worth as much as a manor!
It happens to be the nemesis of the thin and thin stabbing sword!
Aaron thought of this and directly picked up another cross sword.
It has a wide blade, a dark hilt, and a length of nearly two meters. It requires a tall man to wield it. There are serrations on the blade. All of this is just to increase the lethality when cutting armor. It is a real battlefield weapon.
