Three years have passed since Joseph came to the New World and he is currently in a village under feudal rule. They are just workers who are never paid, just a place to sleep and a little food and drink.
pov Yusef
What did I come to this new world just to be a slave to a dog duke who doesn't care whether we live or die?
For your information, the owner of this body is the Duke's illegitimate son, but the good thing is that no one knows except the Duke. The mother of the body, even the owner of the body would not have known if I had not eavesdropped on the mother of the owner of this body. She speaks alone, and thus I can be sure that the Duke's legitimate sons will not come after me.
Also, the strange thing is that this world does not have any magic or supernatural powers.It contains weapons that existed in my world, such as swords, spears, and even siege tools.Of course, I read all of this in books about stories of wars and sieges of castles and cities. Also, even the names of the countries are almost similar to those in my world, of course, in the past.Just reversed like Qishtala became Shiqtala
Escape the mercenaries are coming
Run away
what's going on
Youssef, let's run, they are mercenaries who attacked the village
Joseph's inner voice
On that dark night that I will never forget, my mother carried me in her arms and ran away. I am a mercenary
Youssef Bani, stay hidden here and don't come out. Did you hear me? Don't come out, no matter what.
That night I witnessed what happened to my mother, rape and murder in the most horrific ways, with great sadness and anger.
I promised myself that if I survived, I would do the impossible to learn horsemanship, horse riding and sword fighting.
Two days later a tribe of nomads passed by, if I may describe them as such, like the Turkish Kayi tribe. From it came Osman, son of Ertugrul, the founder of the Ottoman Empire, the state that It has remained steadfast and strong for six whole centuries.
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Author's Message
Back in chapter 2 sorry for the poor writing