Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 1 The Poorest Baron

Zhang Ang only felt a splitting headache, as if needles were being pierced in his brain, and there was a large area of ​​darkness in front of his eyes.Then, with all his strength, he opened his eyes suddenly.

In front of him was a strange room with large brick walls and a candlestick with a half-lit candle placed on a small wooden table.And I was lying on a wooden bed covered with dry straw.

Zhang Ang barely supported himself and sat up.Only then did I realize that there was another person in the room, a skinny little old man sitting on a small wooden stool against the wall, drooping his head, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Where is this?" This was the first question in Zhang Ang's mind. "Also, who am I?" Thinking of this, Zhang Ang felt his headache getting worse.After an unknown period of time, the pain finally eased, and Zhang Ang also remembered many things.

My name is Zhang Ang, and I am an ordinary chef in a restaurant on earth.When I was shopping with my girlfriend, I ran into a crazy muck truck, and after pushing my girlfriend away, I didn't know anything.Presumably he died in a car accident.

His name is also Li Ang, and he is a minor nobleman from the continent of Europa.After my parents passed away half a year ago, the family business plummeted.In order to revive the family business, he has been working hard to practice martial arts. Because of overwork, he got a high fever and fainted.Been in bed for almost a week now.

The reason for this headache became clear. It should be the sequelae of the fusion of the two souls after the original owner of the body died of a fever.It's just that the soul of the little chef Zhang Ang took the lead, and the soul of the little nobleman Li Ang was absorbed and digested.

As the headache slowly subsided, Li Ang's soul slowly dissipated. Although many of his original memories were lost, Zhang Ang's soul also became stronger, and the headache finally disappeared.

"You can go with peace of mind. As a glorious time traveler, I will definitely handle such a small matter as reviving the family business for you." Zhang Ang, the little cook, prayed silently to Li Ang, the little nobleman.After Zhang Ang finished praying, he decided to get out of bed and find something to eat. After all, it is not a problem to lie down all the time.

However, his body was still a little weak, and he couldn't stand upright after working hard for a long time.However, the skinny little old man was awakened by the movement here, and hurried to the bedside, his cloudy eyes were full of concern: "Master, master, you are finally awake. Christ, Leonardo Saved the heir. This is a damned quack doctor, and told me to prepare for the funeral, it is really damned."

Zhang Ang looked at the old man in front of him, and saw that he had a high forehead, a straight nose, two eyes deeply imprinted into the eye sockets, a messy brown hair mixed with large pieces of white hair, a thin and small body, wearing coarse linen clothes, and his mouth was constantly Chattering about something.Looks like a typical, overworked little white old man.

In order to interrupt his nagging, Zhang Ang had no choice but to say to him weakly: "Is there anything to eat? I'm starving."

"Yes, yes, come right away!" The little old man hurriedly ran out the door.

According to Zhang Ang's careful recollection, this old man was originally a refugee from Russia, named Old Ivan.After being taken in by Li Ang's father, he stayed in his house as a servant. Later, the family suffered great changes. The housekeeper and other servants all ran away. Only old Ivan stayed and took care of him.

After a while, old Ivan came in carrying a small basin, which contained heated milk and broken brown bread.You're quite careful, you know the bread is hard, and you know it's softened for me to eat, Zhang Ang thought to himself.But the first thing is to clarify your own situation, after all, the memory obtained from the original owner of the body is too incomplete.

Zhang Ang was being fed by old Ivan while chatting with him.Fortunately, old Ivan is a talker, and he can't tell the difference between the articulate young master now and the taciturn young master before.After finally finishing the food, Zhang Ang had almost sorted out his thoughts.

The Leonardo family is an ordinary baron family in London City.The previous head of the family, Li Ang's father, encountered bandits while leading a dangerous cross-border trade and lost most of the family's savings and his own life.After the news came, Li Ang's mother soon fell ill and died in depression.Only 14-year-old Li Ang was left crying in confusion.

Then came a series of expenses: redeeming the father's body, holding a funeral that fit the status, paying compensation to the hired warriors, and compensating the guarantors.These have completely emptied the savings of the Leonardo family over the years, and they were forced to sell the mansion in the city and the farm outside the city, leaving only this small house facing the street and a small bag of gold coins.And after nearly half a year of purely going out and not getting in, the last gold coins are now running out.

And the reason why Xiao Li Ang practiced martial arts until he had a fever and fell into a coma was for the martial arts competition in Luntu City three months later.Martial arts are respected in the Europa Continent, and the stronger the force, the higher the status.The urban martial arts competition is the national policy of France, which aims to implement the strange principle: "every nobleman should have martial arts prowess commensurate with his status".

France is bordered by England to the west and Germany to the east. The three countries are all first-class powers, and they have fought against each other for many years.Every nobleman is accumulated with military exploits on the battlefield. Everyone knows the importance of martial arts to themselves, so most of them agree with this kind of city competition every five years to eliminate those unqualified nobles.

Zhang Ang looked at his thin arms and legs, and his thin and skinny body, and had no choice but to ask: "Then tell me what the baron-level martial arts strength is, and what kind of strength I am now?"

Old Ivan suddenly became a little stuttered: "This, this, young master, you have been weak and sick since you were a child. You have only practiced for a few months, and you have not asked any teachers to guide you. Your body and bones are so weak, I am afraid that even ordinary people cannot beat you." of."

"Uh, okay, I probably understand. Is there nothing I can do? Is it really impossible to keep the title of Baron?" Zhang Ang frowned.

"Actually, it's not impossible. If you have money, there is a way. You don't have to fight this big competition yourself. You just need to hire a baron-level warrior and ask him to swear allegiance and come to our Leonard home. You can do it instead. Master, please get out of here, so that you can keep your baronetcy. But now, now" Old Ivan couldn't continue talking.

"Then how much money do we have?" Zhang Ang forced himself to calm down.

"There are still 12 gold francs, 51 silver coins, and 77 copper coins. I just spent 20 copper coins today to buy bread and milk for the young master. Originally, I still had 50 gold francs, but because of the young master's illness, this is all I have left. Too much. You have to trust old Ivan, young master. I didn't mess around or hide it secretly, young master, you have to trust me." Old Ivan's voice trembled a little.

Zhang Ang had no choice but to comfort him: "Don't worry, the person I trust the most now is you, and now we are dependent on each other. I will revive the family business in the future, and you old Ivan will be my big housekeeper." After a pause, He continued: "How much does it cost to hire a baron-level martial artist?"

"This, this, at least [-] gold francs. In the past, our family has a big business, so we must be able to afford it. Now, alas." Old Ivan's voice was very low.

"It seems that I may be the poorest baron in this city. Three months will definitely not be enough for me to practice martial arts. Then let's start making money tomorrow! In three months, I will earn him [-] gold!" Zhang Ang's voice was high-spirited. .

(End of this chapter)