Chapter 2 Family members, who believes it?
"But that's the money prepared for our wedding!"

"Aren't everyone in the village family? Don't worry, they will pay it back."

"Jeanne, tell me honestly, is it because Uncle Peak and the others are trying to persuade you not to get married?"

"What do you think of Uncle Peak and the others? After my dad died, it was Grandpa Andok and Uncle Peak who took care of me for free. Now that they are old, I hope to take better care of them. What's wrong with that?"

"Okay, then let me ask you, when do you want to take care of them?"

"You are a good man, Brother Horn. We are already a family. Why do we have to get married?"

In the low farmhouse, under the dim light of an oil lamp, there was a hesitant girl and a young man curled up in pain.

As scenes flashed before his eyes, Horn suddenly realized, "So, you are also a bootlicker?"

However, unlike the original owner, Horn no longer had a woman in his heart when he died.

This heartbreaking scene could only earn him a sympathetic "respect blessing lock".

Although the girl is pretty, he is not going to repeat the mistakes of his previous life. After traveling through time, who still needs to fall in love?

In his previous life, Horn had wasted most of his life because the so-called goddess neither rejected nor agreed to his request.

You know, at that time he was a top test-taker in the small town.

As a result, although he was admitted to a prestigious university from a rural village, he didn't get his diploma because of her. He was still delivering food in his thirties, which is why he was hit to death by a huge truck.

Now that I have lived a second life, is this kind of thing going to happen again?
It's impossible!

This time, Horn will no longer trust anyone, will no longer love anyone, he will only live for himself.

He just wants to reach the top step by step. He wants to be the boss and he won't let anyone bully him anymore!
Exhaling and clearing away these inexplicable emotions and random thoughts, Horn calmed his mind and continued to sort out his memories along the timeline, gradually piecing together the life trajectory of the original owner of this body.

Horn Galar, a native of the Thousand Valley of the Kingdom of Leia, just turned eighteen this year and is an accounting apprentice.

His mother died of complications during childbirth, and his father was stabbed to death by a deserter during a robbery three years ago...

Well, the classic start with double buffs from parents.

As for the world he lives in, the civilization is roughly equivalent to the late Middle Ages on Earth.

The king sat on the Black Thorn Throne, the knights raised their horses and lances in the castle, the Pope waved the golden emerald scepter, and the priests held high the greasy indulgences and sold them to the peasants who could not stand up straight in the fields of the manor.

We have everything we should have, and even things we shouldn’t have.

Ogres, vampires, witches, dwarves, dragons...

The only thing to be thankful for is that there are no monsters like the four vendors.

In addition to the alien species, there are also extraordinary powers such as the knight's breathing method and the priest's blessing, which give Horn endless surprises.

But before that, Horn had to consider another thing, which was how to connect the head.

Generally speaking, the process of time travel and taking over another's body is that the original owner dies - the time traveler takes over the body - and then is resurrected.

He suspected that the main reason why he had not been resurrected despite completing the first two steps was because his head and body were separated.

The result is that after being resurrected, one dies and then is resurrected again, which is a Schrödinger's head state.

It's a card bug.

Horn's only hope is that after this is over, some kind-hearted person will be able to put his body back together instead of just throwing it into the flood.

After praying silently in his heart, Horn now focused his attention on the battle between the girl and the knight.

After all, the original owner was beheaded by the knight just because he pushed the girl away, so he still wanted to know the outcome.

After all, idleness is idleness.

After locking sight with her, Horn realized that the battle had come to an end since the last time Jeanna fell.

Walking on the soft mud, with the crisp sound of arm armor and shoulder armor colliding, Knight Barnett walked in front of Jeanne.

Leaning on the pitchfork with one hand, Jeanna leaned forward and tried to stand up with difficulty, exposing most of her back and slender neck to the knight's sword.

But Barnett did not treat Jeanne the same way he treated Horn.

He walked closer and kicked Jeanne hard in the chin, causing her to fall backwards and into the mud again.

But this time, the Knight did not give her a chance to stand up.

A heavy iron boot pressed down on her chest, digging her back deep into the mud.

"You will surely be punished by God for mistreating the followers of Myrcella like this."

Struggling, Jeanne pounded frantically on the knight's shin guards with her fists.

The greaves made a clanging sound, but could not hurt the knight at all.

"God's punishment? Do you sinners deserve God's favor?" Bending down with disdain and stretching his neck, Knight Barnett put the tip of his sword against Jeanne's chin, forcing her to raise her head and aim at him. "Unclean, bah!"

Although Jeanne tried to avoid it, the foul-smelling dark green phlegm still fell on her face and slowly flowed down her temples.

"You will be punished!" Jeanna pressed her hands against Barnett's boots with her eyes wide open. She turned her head and shouted to the villagers, "Myrcella really conveyed the oracle to me in my dream before. She said that only by unity can we overcome the difficulties. Everyone, family, believe me, let's unite." No villager dared to look up and respond to Jeanna.

They lowered their heads and huddled together, like a group of shivering chickens under the hands of a farmer.

They didn't even dare to make any big movements, for fear of being seen as trying to help the little girl who was being stepped on by the tall knight.

"How...how...everyone, family, unite——"

"Hahahahahaha." Holding his stomach, the Knight bent over with laughter at Jeanne's innocence. "Who are your family? Them? Hey, family members, stand up quickly."

The villagers wanted to stuff their heads into their chests, and some even sneered and bowed repeatedly to distance themselves from Jeanne.

Jeanne opened her mouth, unable to utter a word.

"Mysella, Master Barnett..."

At this moment, someone actually stood up from the villagers.

He was the only one wearing a woolen priest robe and mixed in with the public servants.

The fat priest was called François Joseph Cosset, but he had lost a lot of weight due to hunger during these days, and the fat skin on his face was now drooping and hanging on his face.

He bent his waist, rubbed his swollen fingers in a flattering manner, and took two or three steps forward:
"Myrcella, God bless you, Master Barnet, and allow the guilty Joseph to say a few words. Old Cosset thinks that little Jeanne must be mad with hunger. Besides, you see, his father is an armed peasant, you know..."

"What do I know? Isn't it right for her father to die for me? That is his duty and honor!" Turning his head, the Knight turned his sword and squinted his eyes at Cosse, "Cosse, do you think you can blame me for buying a wandering priest, just because you are a butcher?"

"No, no, no, Master Barnett, I don't mean that. I just mean..."

"Then what do you mean? Shouldn't she be hanged for daring to falsely spread the oracle of Myrcella? I didn't kill her because of her father's face." The Knight raised his chin contemptuously and glanced at Father Cosset. "Why, you are not convinced?"

"I, I..." Under the shaking sword tip, beads of sweat flowed down the forehead of the priest named Cosse. "May the three saints bless you, your judgment is indeed fair and she deserves to die."

"I feel so sorry for my father!" Twisting her body crazily, Jeanna's roar was almost broken. "No one will follow a lord like you. You have no backbone. You only know how to lick the asses of the rich and powerful and bully your own people. Just wait, one day, you will be pierced through the heart by thousands of swords from your own people and die!"

As if a sore spot had been touched, the knight's smiling face froze.

The knight's face instantly darkened, and he gritted his teeth and uttered a voice from his throat: "Okay, okay, okay, little whore, okay, I tell you, I have changed my mind. I originally just wanted to taste you in the house, but now, I want to strip you naked in front of everyone! Fuck you!"

"You deserve to go to hell, Barnett, you deserve to go to hell!"

"I hope your tongue will still be this flexible later!"

After taking off his iron gloves, the furious knight grabbed Jeanne's chest fiercely.

Unfortunately, he missed and Jeanne bit down on the thick sword cocoon.

"You little bastard!" Feeling the pain, the knight's movements became more violent.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if blocking out all the light in the sky.

Everything was covered with a gray filter, and lightning flashed by, illuminating the black silhouettes on the grass.

The knight's armor was angular, he lowered his head and had a ferocious look on his face.

Under the iron boots, the girl pressed her hands against the soles of his feet and struggled desperately.

Mud and water splashed, and cries were heard from the crowd. The villagers knelt on the ground, holding the cross pendant, and couldn't help praying.

As the struggle became weaker and weaker, the hand was getting closer and closer to Jeanna's body.

Too young and too naive, Horn couldn't help but sigh, he really treated her as a family member.

But one thing is for sure, even if it's from a stranger's perspective, can I just sit there and watch?

Are we just going to watch the tragedy happen and do nothing?
After taking a deep breath, Horn made the final decision, and he closed his eyes resolutely.

He swore that this time, he would live only for himself and ignore everything else.

"Hiss——" The moment his eyelids closed, a pain almost forced Horn to scream out.

He could feel something foreign under his eyelids. What was that, flying sand?

Why is there flying sand on this rainy day?

Horn blinked his eyes to try to squeeze out the foreign object, but the moment he opened his eyes, he immediately felt that the vision in front of him seemed different from when he closed his eyes.

Why does this headless corpse seem to have grown a little bigger...

No, that's not right. It's not that the corpse has become bigger. It's that he is closer to the headless corpse.

Horn's eyes widened, and he didn't care about the pain in his eyes.

This is not flying sand, Horn quickly realized that his eyes were close to the stones as his head slid.

In other words -

His head is actually moving!

(End of this chapter)