Fire!
Endless fire everywhere!
The flames burned everything, and figures were running wildly and struggling helplessly, screaming and wailing in pain while these flames eating and consuming their flesh.
In the end, everything turned to ashes.
"Hah, hah..."
Karl suddenly sat up from the bed, breathing rapidly, sweat beads all over his forehead, and fear in his eyes.
The scene from few days ago appeared in his dream once again.
He calmed down, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and with a rustling sound, he stood in front of the dressing mirror, starting to wear his formal uniform.
His black hair with some natural curls fell to his shoulders, and his brown eyes still had some confusion when he just woke up from sleep. His left cheek had suffered a serious burn. The scar destroyed his facial features and made his handsome appearance unbearable to look at.
But because he had something to do today, he specially changed into a formal suit that was worth a lot of money.
The blended long coat similar to an ancient suit has the smoothness of silk and the texture of fur products, which can better highlight the sturdiness of the body under the clothes.
Karl Bergman was born in the Swick area of the Kingdom of Gondor and currently lives in the southern district of Sino City. He is also a city inspector now...
His grandfather once followed Marquis Lawrence in numerous wars and was awarded the title of baron for his bravery and loyalty, which was inherited by his father.
But a fire a few days ago unfortunately killed his father, and he also suffered a certain degree of burns and mental shock.
Then, this body's soul was replaced by another soul from another world.
That's right, the present Karl is not from this world, so he is equally unfamiliar and familiar with this world. (TN: Here, he means that because of the original Karl memory got mixed with his own memories, so he is still in a state of believing and not believing…)
"It's over."
"It's really over!"
Karl muttered to himself in the mirror, calmed down, came to the door, and turned the handle to open the bedroom door.
Coming to the living room, a European medieval classical shabby style layout came into view.
The cabinet full of reliefs stood on the left side of the room. The bronze handles on the drawers were similar to the door handles, and they must have come from the same manufacturer.
Wooden floors, hardwood tables and chairs, extinguished kerosene lamps, and the smell of vanilla and lemon filled the air.
The linen piled in the corner had some unknown purpose, becoming a temporary home for flour and black bread.
…
"Dear Baron Karl."
Jenny, who came from the kitchen with bread slices and milk, smiled and slowly bent her knees towards him "You are awake, please have breakfast."
This was a teenage girl, at the age of innocence, with skin as smooth as milk and a unique, crisp and pleasant voice.
But she obviously didn't realize that her words were inappropriate.
"Jenny!" The voice of the Maid lady Mary sounded behind her, with a strong sense of anger:
"Don't make such jokes."
"Yes, yes my bad."
Jenny put away her smile and said to Karl
"Karl, I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Karl shook his head and continued by saying: "You guys eat, I'll go to church first."
He was not a baron, or not yet, since he needed to go through some procedures to inherit his father's title.
Inheriting the title meant that his father had passed away, which was not worth celebrating.
"Go to church."
"Three pence."
"Here."
"Sir, please sit down!"
Sitting on the carriage, Karl's thoughts turned.
Three pence was enough for ordinary citizens to have a good lunch, and the journey to the church was not far.
It seemed that being a carriage driver was a good job.
Due to the instinct of being a working class in his previous life and his unfamiliarity with this world, he habitually examined everything around him.
His eyes moved down from the coachman to the horse.
The horse pulling the carriage was a pony named Duma, with a gentle personality and a steady speed, and was deeply loved by noble ladies.
Of course, the price is naturally not cheap
In addition to the horse, this carefully decorated carriage also costs a lot.
If you calculate it this way, you need to invest a lot of money to be a carriage driver, which may not really be a good job upon a second thought.
'Well... I will be a baron soon, and the income of the city inspector is not low. There is no need to be as fussy as in the previous life.' Even if there is no baron authority, the title of a baron is still enough for me to live a decent life. '
'It's a pity that it is not as convenient as modern society here, and there are no clues to the budding of technology. It is more like medieval Europe. '
'On the contrary, the power of the Church is more secularized, and even the inheritance of the noble title must go through the Church.... '
The "strange" scenes in his memory made Karl shake his head gently. This world is not that simple.
The carriage then stopped at a distance from the church. This was out of respect for the great Lord of Dawn.
The church covers a large area and has a solemn shape. One by one, devout believers were praying in a huge square.
The spire tower is the most eye-catching, with the wheat ear symbol on it, symbolizing part of the authority of the Lord of Dawn.
Signifying abundance!
"Lord of Dawn..."
Karl bent his body slightly, crossed paths with the people coming from the opposite side, and came to Father Vick's office through the side door.
"Holy Father." Karl stepped forward and said respectfully: "I am here to handle the handover procedures for the baron's title."
"Karl Bergman?"
"It's me indeed."
Father Vick had deep features and a solemn expression, and his black standard robe gave him an invisible majesty.
Looking at Carl, he spoke slowly: "Your father died to resist the fire thieves and protect civilians. He has a noble character of bravery and justice."
"Yes." Karl bowed his head and said in a low yet sad voice: "I am proud of him."
"But..." Father Vick changed the subject: "After consultation with several priests, his title cannot be inherited."
Hmm?
"Why?" Karl looked surprised, then came back to his senses: "I'm not questioning the priests' intention, but my father's bravery was commended by the city lord."
"The spirit of nobility, in addition to his bravery and sense of justice, must also be pious." Father Vick clasped his hands together: "Unfortunately, we don't see his piety to the Lord of Dawn."
"No!" Karl said seriously: "Before every meal, my father would lead me to pray, and he never touched meat or drank alcohol around the Holy Day."
"His piety is definitely unquestionable!" As for whether it is or not, this must be said.
The title of baron is very important to him. Without the title, he is just a commoner.
Even the position of city inspector he's afraid that he will not be able to sit firmly in it.
And the status of commoners in this era is only slightly higher than that of serfs and slaves. In his opinion, the living environment is dire.
When he thought of this, Karl's heart twitched.
"Holy Father, is there any misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding? No misunderstanding at all!"
Father Vic shook his head, his expression solemn, and asked:
"Karl, what month is it now?"
"September..." Karl said then continued: "The Month of Plenty."
"Yes." Father Vic sighed: "In the Month of Plenty, even the serfs in the city will send black bread, and your father has never donated anything in the few years since he came to Sino City."
Karl opened his mouth.
Although nothing was sent to the church, they paid the tithe on time and never fell short, but these words are probably useless to Father Vic. (Tithe: A portion of one's annual income contributed voluntarily or due as a tax, especially a contribution of one tenth of one's income for the support of the clergy or church.)
His eyes paused on the exquisite and obviously valuable bracelet on the priest's wrist, and Karl lowered his head silently, lost in thought.
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