Wizard, I have a different world

Please collect!

fire!

Fire!

The fire burned everything.

One after another figures ran wildly in the flames, struggling helplessly, screaming and wailing from their mouths.

final,

Everything was reduced to ashes.

"call……"

Karl suddenly sat up from the bed, breathing rapidly, his forehead was covered with sweat, and there was still fear in his eyes.

The scene from a few days ago appeared again in the dream.

After calming down, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. With a rustling sound, he put on a formal suit and stood in front of the full-length mirror.

Black hair with some natural curls hangs down to her shoulders, and her brown eyes are still a bit confused when she wakes up from a deep sleep. The left cheek suffered severe burns. The existence of the scar destroyed the three-dimensional facial features, but also made her still handsome. His appearance became unbearable to look at.

Because I have something to do today, I put on expensive formal clothes.

The blended long coat, which is similar to an ancient suit, has the smoothness of silk fabrics and the texture of fur products, which can bring out the strong figure under the clothes.

Carl Bergman was born in the Swick area of ​​the Kingdom of Gondor. He currently lives in the southern district of Signo City and is the city inspector...

My grandfather had followed Marquis Lawrence in the Northern and Southern War, and was awarded the title of Baronet for his bravery, which was inherited by his father.

A fire a few days ago killed his father, and he also suffered a certain degree of burns and mental shock.

Then……

The soul is replaced by a traveler from another world.

That's right,

Now Karl is a time traveler, and he is equally unfamiliar and familiar with this world including 'himself'.

"It's over."

"It's over!"

After muttering something to himself in the mirror, Karl calmed down, went to the door, turned the handle, and opened the bedroom door.

living room.

The layout of European medieval classical shabby style comes into view.

A cabinet full of reliefs stands on the left side of the room. The bronze handles on the drawers are of the same style as the door handles, so they must be 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 up in the corner had become a temporary home for flour and brown bread.

…

"Dear Baron Carl."

Jenny came from the kitchen carrying slices of bread and milk with a smile on her face, and slowly bent her knees toward him:

"You're awake, please have breakfast."

This is a teenage girl, in the innocent grade, with skin as smooth as milk and a unique, clear and sweet voice.

But she obviously didn't realize that her words were inappropriate.

"Jenny!" the landlady Mary's voice sounded behind her, with a strong anger:

"Don't make such a joke."

"yes."

Jenny put away her smile:

"Carl, I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Karl shook his head:

"You guys eat, I'll go to church first."

He is not a baron, or not yet, and there are some procedures to follow to inherit his father's title.

Inheriting the title means the death of his father, which is not worth celebrating.

"Go to church."

"Threepence."

"Give."

"Sir, please sit down!"

Sitting in the carriage, Karl's thoughts started to change.

Threepence was enough for the average citizen to have a decent lunch, and the trip to church was not far.

It seems that being a coachman is a good profession.

Out of the instinct of being a migrant worker in his previous life and the unfamiliarity with this world, he habitually examines everything around him.

His eyes moved down from the coachman and landed on the horses.

The horse that pulls the cart is a pony called a duma. It has a docile personality and a smooth horse speed. It is deeply loved by noble ladies.

certainly,

The price is not cheap either.

In addition to the Duma, there is also this carefully decorated carriage, which also costs a lot of money.

If you think about it this way, becoming a coachman requires investing a lot of money first, which may not be a good job.

'Well... I will be a baron soon. The income of the city inspector is not low, but there is no need to worry about it as much as in the previous life. ’

‘Even if there is no barony, a baron’s title is still enough for me to live a decent life. ’

'It's a pity that it is not as convenient as modern society, and there are no clues to the emergence of science and technology. It is more like Europe in the Middle Ages. ’

'On the contrary, the power of the Holy See has become more secular. Even the inheritance of titles has to go through the Holy See. It is ignorant...'

‘It may not be ignorance! ’

The 'strange' scenes in his memory made Karl shake his head slightly. This world is not that simple.

The carriage stopped some distance from the church, out of respect for the great Lord of the Morning.

The church occupies a vast area and has a solemn shape. Devout believers are praying in the square.

The steeple tower is the most eye-catching, and the wheat symbol on it symbolizes part of the authority of the Lord of the Dawn.

Abundance!

"The Lord of the Dawn is above..."

Karl bent slightly, passed by the people coming from the opposite side, and came to Father Vic's office through the side door.

"Father."

He took a step forward and spoke respectfully:

"I'll handle the handover procedures for the title of baron."

"Carl Bergmann?"

"It's me."

Father Vic has deep features and a solemn expression, and his black standard robe gives him an invisible majesty.

Looking at Karl, he spoke slowly:

"Your father died fighting against fire thieves and protecting civilians. He has a noble character of bravery and justice."

"Yes." Carl bowed his head and said in a low voice:

"I am proud of him."

"But..." Father Vick changed the subject:

"After discussion among several priests, his title cannot be inherited."

Hmm?

"Why?"

Carl looked surprised, then came back to his senses:

"I did not question the priest's meaning, but my father's bravery and fearlessness were praised by the city lord."

"In addition to bravery and justice, the spirit of nobility must also be pious." Father Vick clasped his hands together:

"Unfortunately, we did not see his piety to the Lord of the Dawn."

"No!" Carl said seriously:

"Before every meal, my father would lead me to pray, and he never touched meat or alcohol around the Holy Day."

"His piety is beyond doubt!"

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 inspector may not be stable.

The status of commoners in this era is only slightly higher than that of serfs. In his opinion, the living environment is dire.

When he thought of this, Carl's heart twitched.

"Father, is there any misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding? No misunderstanding!"

Father Vick shook his head, his expression solemn, and asked:

"Carl, what month is it now?"

"Nine..." Carl changed the subject:

"The month of abundance."

"Yes." Father Vick sighed:

"In the month of abundance, 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 Signo City."

Carl opened his mouth.

Although they did not send anything to the church, they paid the tithe on time and never lacked.

But this is probably useless to Father Vick.

His eyes paused on the exquisite and obviously valuable bracelet on the priest's wrist, and Carl silently lowered his head and fell into deep thought.