Chapter 1: Scran City

Fang Sheng felt that his head was about to explode.
He covered his forehead and made a painful mumble.
There was no skylight, no shouts of fear, and the environment in front of me was not the scene where the plane suddenly exploded, but in front of a low and ruined house.
Some blond and simple people surrounded him. On the ground, there was an old man's body.
"Mo Lin is so pitiful."
"Yeah, well, why did old John die, hey, what should Morin do now?"
There are a lot of people talking next to them, with sympathy in their eyes, Fang Sheng has never heard this language, but can understand what they mean.
A severe pain came again, with many broken pictures. Fang Sheng felt like someone was chopping his head with a giant axe, making him unbearable.
He stumbled back a few steps, leaning on the door of the low house so that he didn't fall.
"Mo Lin, little Mo Lin, how are you, how are you doing?" A middle-aged aunt quickly helped Fang Sheng, with a caring taste in her eyes.
"I ... much better, Aunt Mary."
Fang Sheng looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of his eyes, and grinned at the corner of his mouth.
He remembers very clearly that the last thing he saw was the sky-rocketing fire caused by the explosion of the aircraft. In that case, no one could survive.
Combined with the sudden memory in his mind, Fang Sheng knew that he had traversed and came to a new and strange world.
The degree of civilization of this world is similar to the Western Middle Ages, but unlike the Middle Ages of the Earth, there is a mysterious force here.
He now has the name of the body, called Morin. At the age of fourteen, he was originally an orphan. Later he was raised by Old John, so he used Old John's surname, Olson.
"Moline? Olsen." Fang Sheng read his full name in his heart.
Old John and Moline lived in the slums of Scran City. Although they lived in poverty, they were at least able to survive. However, not long ago, old John died, and Moline died of grief and gave Fang Sheng. Can take the opportunity.
He took the magpie nest and was reborn in a new world.
Fang Sheng wanted to understand everything. Looking at the worn-out, messy-haired, and old-looking corpse on the ground, he felt a sorrow. This was the instinctive reaction of this body.
"Okay, Morin, it's all gone, it's okay, it's okay." Aunt Mary comforted her.
"Yeah, Little Morin, don't cry, you are a little man."
Andrew came over and rubbed Moline's blond hair. He is the husband of Aunt Mary, a blacksmith.
Molin nodded his head. He looked at the old John's body, and he could not help surfacing with the old man. His look was a little complicated for a while.
"Uncle Andrew." Morin thought for a while and looked at Andrew, who was next to him, and said, "Can you help me? Buy me a coffin."
Andrew froze for a moment, then laughed and said: "No problem, this is a small thing."
The crowd gradually dispersed, and tragic events occurred every day in the slums. What happened to Morin was only one of them. At most, it became the talk of their mouth, and they could not change anything.
After all, life has to continue.
Moline walked into the low, dilapidated hut and began to pack up.
Old John left Moline with few things, only some silver coins and messy and shabby things. In addition, there was a small piece of white bread, which was a gift from Old John to Moline yesterday.
The productivity level of this world is not high, and white bread can only be enjoyed by nobles. This small piece of white bread is nothing to dare to think about Mo Lin, who had lived in slums since childhood.
Morin exhaled gently, looked at the white bread, and smiled.
At this time, the dilapidated wooden door was suddenly kicked open.
"Moline, where are you, Moline, come out quickly! Get out of here!"
A rude voice sounded, followed by a sturdy, bearded man who broke in.
Morin looked at the man and frowned. This man was called Anglet. He was usually abducted and deceived to do all kinds of bad things. He was a famous rogue nearby.
"Angray, what do you have ..." Mo Lin just wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by Angel.
"You shut up!" Angela laughed and walked straight forward, grabbing the silver coins and white bread, said: "" White bread, and silver coins, I didn't expect, John, the old immortal guy I left such a thing for you little boy. "
Morin looked ugly and said, "Angre, what are you doing, these things are mine!"
"Yours?" Anglet looked at Moline, his eyes full of sarcasm, said: "Who said these things are yours, since I saw them, then these things are mine."
He stretched out his hand, pointed at Moline with a finger, and said, "Moline, listen to me, and if it is yours, I will break your leg!"
"Did you hear that!"
Angry glared fiercely.
"White bread is really something that the nobles can enjoy. It's really good. I'm actually going to eat white bread one day, Angela."
Angray was talking, chewing white bread while slurping the silver coins into his arms.
Morin turned blue.
Because of the force, his clenched fist exposed the bony joint.
"I thought it was just a simple trip, and I will inform you this little boy, I didn't expect, there are these good things." Angler finished the white bread, clapped his hands, and said: "Morin, Duke Lord Banquet is about to start a banquet, you go quickly, have you heard? "
"Don't be late, you know, Lord Duke attaches great importance to this banquet. It is said that the people who are entertaining are very special. What kind of mystery is like, if it is late ..." Anglet looked threatened. Mo Lin glanced, UU reading www.uukanshu.com said: "Hey, think about the consequences yourself."
"Morin, you must be honest with me, do you know!"
Angru rubbed his wrists, and immediately, there was a crackling sound at the joint.
After speaking, Anglet kicked open the wooden door and walked out.
He patted his chest and laughed with pride as he heard the sound of silver coins.
Moline listened to what Angele said, and thought of his identity, a servant in the city of Scran, the Lord ’s House of the Duke of Scran.
Moreover, because of his similar age, he also had a good relationship with Richard, the second young master in the Duke's House, and he was a very good friend.
"Forget it, let me go to the Duke's mansion first. After all, I have just arrived in this world and I am not familiar with everything, or don't make trouble, as for other things ... Anyway, I will have a chance in the future."
Morin looked at the direction of Angler's departure, his eyes flashing slightly.
He simply tidied up, changed into a servant, and left the door.
Following the memory, Morin came to the Duke's House.
"Hey, Mo Lin, here, I am here, why are you here?" Mo Lin just appeared, a boy about fifteen or sixty years old shouted loudly. He is the second son of the Duke of Scran, Richard.
"Master Richard." Morin nodded slightly.
"Come on, Moline, let's go in quickly." Richard took Moline and walked towards the Duke's Palace. As he walked, he said, "Moline, do you know? This is a mystery It is said that they are legendary wizards. I heard that they are very powerful, but my father respected them. "
Morin hadn't reacted yet, but was pulled by Richard and entered the Duke's house.