"Okay Liz, go and tell Butler Modi that breakfast can be served. By the way, tell the Polish aunt in the kitchen to put a little more sugar in my milk glass. I always feel that it is almost sweet."

"Good sir!"

A maid with an ordinary appearance and figure served the noble man after getting up and getting dressed, and then hurriedly went to the restaurant to prepare breakfast.

...

On the gorgeous marble dining table, Comrade Zhao Dawei, who was eating a slice of delicate white bread, was a little absent-minded.

Oh no!

Now he should be called Odin Bloodhoof. It took a week for this once hard office worker to gradually get used to the noble life of clothes and meals.

From frugality to luxury and ease, what the ancestors said is true.

It is possible that God saw him die suddenly on his desk and decided to give him some compensation. Who knows?

As for where the original owner of this body went, Odin touched the back of his head. A wound that was long on his little finger had scabbed over, and his fingers were still aching.

"This guy is unlucky. He was killed by a book that fell from the bookshelf. It's cheaper for me. Don't worry, I will enjoy this beautiful life for you!"

After a few days of understanding, he found that this different world was a bit similar to medieval Europe, where castles and nobles dominated everything, but in addition to these two, there were also magical special forces, fighting spirits and magic! Dragons and monsters!

Even he has practised basic Dou Qi. He is an apprentice knight. This is the first stage of Dou Qi cultivation. There are also bronze knights, silver knights, golden knights, earth knights, sky knights, and dragon knights.

There is a huge gap in the fighting spirit of each level, and the last dragon knight is extremely rare, and its strength is also the existence of suppressing the national fortune.

"I'm looking forward to it..."

Odin walked out of the castle after breakfast and walked through the small garden, where servants stopped and saluted from time to time.

Come to the training ground behind the castle, stand in front of a hardwood stake where you practice sword chopping, and adjust your breathing.

Carefully feeling the vindictiveness buried in the body, with his thoughts, the vindictiveness gradually gathered in his arms, the arm lines under the sleeves bulged slightly, and the powerful strength filled both arms.

He suddenly felt that he could punch through a steel plate with one punch, and even a hungry tiger would dare to fight here.

Trying hard to keep this qi going, he punched the stake in front of him with a lot of power.

Boom!

The dull crash sounded, and Odin squatted down slowly, clutching his fisted right hand, his hideous facial expression trying hard to control himself not to scream so that his face turned purple.

"Gan!"

The iron stakes remained motionless.

It's just that this body is so useless, and he, who has never been in contact with Dou Qi, is also bewitched by the power of Dou Qi filling his body, and he makes a stupid scene. Fortunately, there are no servants around, which damages the image of his castle owner.

Odin, who was seriously injured physically and mentally, decided to go back to the castle to rest for a while, and let the maid come to soothe his injured soul (rub a little pain-relieving ointment).

Of course, the knights were able to rule this vast land, not by the rudimentary fighting spirit that was worthy of entry like him.

Odin's family, the hereditary title "Count of the Rock Territory", his father Odis Bloodhoof, is a powerful golden knight, the owner of the rock city, has a vast territory around the city for hundreds of miles, equivalent to a land. Within the scope of a high-level city, it holds the power of all life and death in the territory.

Of course, while possessing all the rights to the territory, you also need to be loyal to His Majesty the King and pay 30% of the tax revenue in the territory every year. This is a very reasonable condition.

It is a pity that, as the third son of Earl Bloodhoof, Odin did not inherit his father's talent for fighting spirit. Even at the age of sixteen, he was still at the stage of apprentice knight.

His older brother, the eldest son in the family, Oranke Bloodhoof, a ten-year-old apprentice, a twelve-year-old bronze, arrived at the Silver Knight before the sixteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, perfectly inherited his father's fire element talent, and his fighting skill level can be headed to two duels. A knight of the same level is not defeated.

His older sister, the second eldest, Ovia Bloodhoof, also advanced to the Bronze Knight before becoming an adult and is now only one step away from the Silver Knight.

There is also a half-brother, Og, who is now thirteen years old and is about to be promoted to the Silver Knight.

When it came to Odin, he inherited more of his mother's genes - the deceased first countess.

He has red-blond hair with thick short curly hair, and sapphire-coloured eyes as deep as the sea, exactly like his mother's beautiful facial features, coupled with fair skin and slender figure, he has a noble temperament, which is simply born the nobility.

The only flaw was the poor aptitude for fighting qi, which also disappointed his father. After all, as the posthumous son of the first lady, he had high expectations for Odin.

But as Odin grew up, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointments.

To this day, he has been completely disappointed with this third son, who once placed deep feelings for him, and the father-son relationship has reached the point of indifference.

At the age of twenty, his older brother, Oranke, was made "Viscount for Life" until he succeeded in the position of hereditary Earl of the Bloodhoof family.

Her older sister, Ovia, was canonized as the Baron of Firestone Town when she was an adult, becoming a rare hereditary Dame in the Danube Principality.

As a man in the family of Earl Odis, he only received the same treatment as his sister at the coming-of-age ceremony a week ago. He was named a baron, and he was still in the most remote Boulder Town in the west of the Rock Territory.

When he was a child, Odin, who had a weak personality like his mother, was bullied by his elder brothers and sisters. When he grew up, he lost his father's care, and his character became more and more inferior. He didn't even dare to ask his father for a better territory. Arrangements for the coming-of-age ceremony.

"Fortunately, it is a little transparent who is not valued, otherwise it will be easy to show off, and the time is also very good. I just left the family and came to my territory. This way, it will give me more buffer time to let me integrate into this world...

The point is, that I have a territory of my own, and I don't have to worry about life at all, I just need to concentrate on enjoying it. When I get old, the territory can be passed on to future generations. This feeling is simply not too enjoyable! "

Thinking of this, Odin trembled with excitement, and the ancient Chinese traditional thought has been realised. How can this not make him excited?

"Master, what's the matter with you, is the wound on your hand still hurting? Would you like to let the priest in the town come and take a look?"

As the master's maid, Liz hardly left his side, looking at the shaking master, she asked in a panic.

On the first day of staying at the Stone Castle, when Master Odin was reading in the study, he was hit in the head by a metal-bound book on the shelf.

The whole castle knew about this matter, and the priest's mouth was quite strict, otherwise, the residents of the whole town might be secretly laughing at the new noble master.

"No need for Liz, it's just a little injury, I'm fine."

After the excitement, Odin calmed down. The truth was not as good as he imagined, because in this magical world, as a traveller, he had not yet found his golden finger.

There is no golden finger, the strength is useless, the territory is remote, and the resources are not special. Unlike my sister's Firestone Town, there is a small flint mine. The income from mining alone is thousands of gold every year, enough to maintain the baron and noble. Decent.

Do inventions?

Boost productivity?

Exploration for minerals?

Sorry, not at all!

Before he crossed, he was just an ordinary office worker, selling things for others, working hard all day and earning less than tens of square meters of money.

Even if he wanted to break his head, he wouldn't be able to make a bar of soap. As for water conservancy and power generation, gunpowder detonators were out of the question.

In this farming society, vindictiveness and magic are the kingly ways. The power of individuals far surpasses that of the common people. The way for ordinary people to make progress has been determined, and the financial resources of ordinary families simply cannot support a single person. consumption of knights.

The only way to ascend is the gift of the nobleman. Only by dedicating one's life to the nobleman is it possible to exchange for a chance for change.

Of course, it is more likely that he will die in vain as cannon fodder on the battlefield, and no one will even pay attention to the corpse. Therefore, reincarnation is also a skill, and it is great luck to be able to become a noble directly.

After some deliberation, Odin felt that he should focus on his eyes first, and he was only qualified to talk about other things if he had a firm foothold in Boulder Town. After all, he was just an adult and had a lot of time for him to toss.

"Butler Modi, how many supplies are there in the fort now?"

"Master, in addition to the furniture and supplies prepared by the Stone Castle, you have brought a total of 500 gold coins, ten bags of white flour, twenty bags of semolina, five bags of white sugar, ten sack cloths, and ten worsted sacks from Bloodhoof Castle. Cloth, five barrels of dark beer, fifteen servants of various types, and five horses, all of which are your personal property."

Butler Modi faithfully obeyed Master Odin's order and opened the ledger to read it carefully.

He was originally a housekeeper of the Earl of Odis and was assigned to Odin as the housekeeper at the barrister ceremony. It is said that the housekeeper was responsible for daily cleaning in the vacant house.

Fifty-year-old Modi has lost his passion for progress. At the age of fifteen, he sold his body to Bloodhoof Castle. He has no children or daughters, and he is very satisfied to be able to grow old beside his little master.

The fifteen servants brought together were also selected by Butler Modi in Bloodhoof Castle. The deeds of this group of people have been transferred from Earl Odis to Little Odin, and they are all his private property.