The next day, the sun rose as usual in the Lower Green Forest.
Aaron Sotos prayed in his heart while pulling open the curtains. Seeing the golden morning sun shining through the window, he finally let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately... Fortunately, it's not here."
The scene in his dream last night, or rather in the Gold Finger world, was simply horrifying.
Aaron Sotos was afraid that he had actually changed the Real World, which would have been playing with his own life, a typical example of a time traveler causing his own death.
'But all I wanted to do was change the color of the sun, why did the whole world change? ... It seems that there was some terrifying pollution in that crimson sunlight that instantly made the whole world mutate, and there was a sense of madness that came with that power. Could it be... that there's something wrong with my Gold Finger?'
Aaron Sotos opened the drawer and took out a black notebook, his Observer's Diary, half of which was filled with dense and barely legible square characters that only he could understand.
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[Known: After various investigations, the knights and scholars in the territory currently do not possess mysterious powers.]
[Known: 'Green Rong Tree Grandmother' is just an ordinary primitive nature-worship totem and has never manifested miracles.]
[Known: Through covert probing of maids and others, no one has traveled through dreams to a clear world.]
[In summary, it can be preliminarily concluded that 'Dream World' is my Gold Finger.]
[Through setting goals and references, continuous observation experiments have confirmed that the Dream World has basic rules of operation and is not a world I have imagined... The flow of time in the Real World is not consistent.]
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[Month of Green Rong Rooting, 15th day, followed my father in worshipping 'Green Rong Tree Grandmother', dreamt of that world again at night, changed the sun on that side, causing the whole world to undergo crazy mutations... Speculate that my Gold Finger powers may lean towards chaos? Or contain a factor of madness?]
The rigid quill dipped in ink left a beautiful mark on the slightly yellowed paper, but Aaron's expression was very solemn.
He paused in his writing, dipped in ink again, and continued:
[After changing the world, the sense of consciousness is extremely weak, as if returning to infancy.]
[Speculation: With each dream, or rather, after each day in reality, my 'power' in the dream world will increase slightly, reaching a certain 'limit' last night? Although the accumulated power has disappeared, a qualitative change may have already occurred?]
[Dream world items cannot be brought into this world, and the power of the dream world does not seem to affect me in the real world... So... What's the use of this dream? I can't even prove whether it's real or fake!]]
[Conclusion: Trash Gold Finger!]
Aaron put the finishing touch to his writing and closed the notebook with a sigh.
In this different world, having a trash Gold Finger was really quite saddening.
Although last night's performance proved that the Gold Finger may not be that useless, it still served no great purpose.
There was still no solution to the impending war.
"Although it's just a small-scale armed fight between village and town leaders, carelessness could still lead to death."
With a touch of emotion, Aaron came to the dining room and had breakfast with his family.
The breakfast was quite rich, with baked bacon and white bread, various fresh fruits, and milk.
Theodore, Sonia, Colin, and Jinnie were all present.
Besides them, there was a bear-child in his teens with a white cloth tied to his leg and a wooden board attached - Aaron's third brother, Sean Sotos.
After the death of Aaron's birth mother due to illness, the lord soon married his third wife, and their relationship was quite good.
Especially after the birth of Sean, Colin's biggest enemy and competitor appeared.
However, at this moment, the bear-child Sean was cutting his food with a knife and fork while casting a seemingly flaunting glance at Aaron.
'What is this? Showing off that you don't have to go to the battlefield when you're wounded? No, you don't even have to go to the battlefield at all...'
Aaron rolled his eyes and sat down in his seat.
Theodore's dining time was extremely quiet, and the surrounding butlers and maids did not dare to make a sound. The whole dining table only had the occasional sound of cutlery.
Finally, Aaron heard his father's voice: "Regarding this battle, Aaron, what do you think?"
"Father Sir ..."
Aaron organized his language: "From a moral perspective, the other party has violated the sacred marriage contract, and we have sufficient reasons to send troops, but from the terrain's perspective, the other party occupies the upper reaches of the Green Forest, and can move downstream with high mobility..."
The vast Green Forest territory has two lords, Davis and Sotos, who are said to have some blood relations in their ancestry.
But without a doubt, by this generation, it has become very thin.
Now, they are about to meet in arms.
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Breakfast time quickly passed. Aaron watched coldly by the sidelines and discovered that Lady Sonia, while appearing graceful, occasionally glanced at Colin, looking very playful.
'It seems that this lady has eight chances to believe that Sean's fall from the horse was Colin's doing... After all, he is the eldest son and Sean's biggest enemy... Well, my goal is the smallest, but I can't be careless. Sometimes when the eldest and second child fight, it's easy to get the third child killed.'
As if pondering, Aaron came to the training ground in front of the castle.
He originally had the habit of exercising every day, and with the war approaching, he needed to sharpen his skills even more.
Aaron looked at his own weapon rack, and on the black wooden rack, there hung two weapons.
One of the swords had a long, thin blade, a complicated and perfect handguard, and was light and agile - it was a swift sword, and the prototype of modern fencing.
It was Aaron's most commonly used personal weapon, which Colin maliciously named "sewing needle," meaning it was a weapon only used by women.
But Aaron just smiled and said nothing, for he knew that puncture wounds caused by piercing were much more troublesome than those caused by hacking.
Be it internal bleeding caused by important organs being pierced, or infections caused by ruptured intestines, in this era without surgical operations, they were all incurable diseases!
Even losing a hand or a leg had a higher chance of survival than being stabbed in a vital spot!
Hidden beneath the elegant appearance of the swift sword was its terrifying killing power.
In particular, it was lighter than other swords! And because of that, it could fight for a longer time.
It could be said that in daily life and street self-defense, the fencing sword was the best choice, and could be considered the strongest Western portable single-handed cold weapon.
Aaron naturally put a lot of effort into his fencing skills.
But at this moment, he had to put it down and sigh, "It's not the right time. Although the fencing sword is suitable for daily combat and self-defense, no one wears heavy armor when going out, but in war, it's different!"
Of course, the civilians in Davis Domain were unarmored, but knights were different!
Each of them has undergone professional training, reached the peak in physical fitness and killing skills, and even wore thick metal armor when fighting!
That kind of armor included a series of components—inner armor, breastplate, skirt armor, helmet, iron gloves... it was a complete tin can.
Even a well-made set of knight armor was worth the price of an estate!
It was the nemesis of the thin fencing sword!
Thinking of this, Aaron directly picked up the other cross longsword.
It had a wide blade, a black hilt, was nearly two meters long, and required a tall man to wield it. The blade even had serrated teeth, all for the purpose of increasing the killing power while chopping armor. It was a real battlefield weapon!