Early in the morning, Linde washed and dressed with the help of several maids, and stood in front of a large floor-length mirror.
It must be said that Linde pays great attention to his physique; he has a well-proportioned body, full muscles, and fair skin. Linde smoothed his thick, black, tousled hair and murmured:
"It's just a bit long."
Most of the nobles in the Kree Empire have brown hair, some curly and some long. The Truk family and a few other close noble families in the vicinity have black hair and are known in the surrounding area as the "Black-haired Earls".
"Young Master, breakfast is ready."
The old butler's words interrupted Lin De's thoughts, and Lin De turned his head and said:
"Have someone bring it up; I'll eat in my bedroom tonight."
The old butler's name was Sissey. He had been with the Earl's family for over 40 years. He had been a servant in the Earl's mansion since he was a child, working diligently until he became the butler many years later.
Now in his seventies, Lin De recalls that he still holds this old butler in high esteem. They address each other as uncle and nephew in private.
"Okay, I'll tell them to bring it up right away."
The old steward said nothing and turned to give instructions to the other servants. At that moment, Linde called out to the old steward.
"Uncle Sissey, please prepare the horse for me. I plan to go to town to shop for some things."
The old butler nodded upon hearing this.
"I will give the order right away."
As the wooden door closed, Lin De breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness, I almost forgot."
Linde looked at the still-dry bloodstains on the table, picked up the face towel the servant had brought, wiped the bloodstains clean, and then put the face towel into the small bag at his waist, intending to dispose of it outside later.
Soon, several maids quickly brought out the meal: yellow bread spread with honey.
This bread is made by mixing refined wheat flour with freshly made butter and baking it, then serving it with fresh berry jam. It tastes pretty good, except that the texture is a bit rough, probably because the wheat flour wasn't ground as finely as it is now. But in this fantastical Middle Ages, you can't expect much in terms of texture.
"We need to come up with some modern food in the future. We're getting tired of doing the same thing all the time."
Lin De complained that after awakening his memories, he was still somewhat dissatisfied with the somewhat rough food from ancient times. It wasn't a problem with the taste, but rather with the rough way the food was prepared.
Finally, Linde had half a glass of wine. He was full and satisfied. The wine had a low alcohol content and tasted like grape juice mixed with beer, leaving him feeling only slightly sober.
"That's incredibly extravagant!"
Linde thought that although the living standards of ordinary people in this world were not as dark as in the Middle Ages, they were only slightly better than in the Middle Ages, meaning they wouldn't be so hungry that they would be emaciated.
The staple food for most people in the lower classes is still similar to the black bread of the Middle Ages, but there are many vegetables and plants as supplementary foods, so there are still some variations.
"My lord, the horses are ready."
The servant's words interrupted Lind's thoughts. Lind picked up the suspenders and walked out of the room.
The white crystal lights in the corridor have been turned off, gathering energy to shine again in the night.
This is a magical creation, proof that magic exists in this world.
The level of magic in this world is neither high nor low. There are no ultimate forbidden spells that can destroy the world, and there are quite a few people among the nobles who can use magic.
So far, those who have demonstrated great power include clergy who believe in gods, as well as powerful magical beasts and dragons.
However, apart from magic and divine arts, I've never seen the others.
Unlike his irritable and brute father, Linde inherited his mother's great magical talent. In Linde's memory, he had never systematically studied magic since his mother's death.
In no time, Linde arrived at the stables and found his mount, a warhorse with the blood of a magical beast. He named it Copperlight, and Linde was already quite familiar with it.
"Tongguang, let's go for a stroll in the city today."
Touching this excellent steed, its body gleaming with a bronze sheen, even a discerning eye would have to say something:
"Good horse! Good horse!"
Linde skillfully mounted his horse, spurred it on, and with a neigh, Tongguang understood and galloped towards the city.
Looking back, the Earl's Castle stands on a small hill in the center of the city, appearing easy to defend and difficult to attack. Its walls are made of huge white stones, and from a distance, they look like the snow on a mountain peak.
Linde turned his head and looked down the mountain. The vast city seemed to tell of its prosperity, and the towering city walls in the distance told of its sturdiness.
After descending the mountain and arriving in the city, the houses stood side by side, the streets were fairly clean, and the roads were paved with sturdy white stone slabs. Horse-drawn carriages passed by from time to time.
The city is called Truk, that's right, it's named after the count's family. The territory is called the Count of Truk, the city is called Truk City, and the castle is called Truk Castle.
Thinking of this, Linde looked at his blue noble robe, which was printed with the Count's coat of arms and a longsword held in a knight's glove. This attire represented authority and the greatest real power in the city.
Upon arriving in the city, several guards immediately stepped forward and followed behind Linde, acting as his temporary protectors. Pedestrians along the roadside bowed in greeting.
Linde didn't want to attract too much attention, so he told Tongguang to quicken his pace.
Soon, Linde arrived at his destination: a dwarven blacksmith's workshop.
Linde had been here before and had spoken to the owner, using his savings to commission the owner to forge a suitable weapon—a complete set of enchanted steel javelins.
Linde was a very playful college student who loved violent weapons. He used to play Mount & Blade, Mount & Blade II, and even Baldur's Gate in his dorm room, all using the throwing style.
He initially intended to use it for practice and to arm himself, but now, with the aura's enhancement, he anticipates that with his strengthened self, a single, full-force shot can penetrate thick plate armor.
As Lin De was thinking this, a dwarf walked out of the shop, his thick beard almost blocking his entire view.
"Old Dera, is my javelin finished yet?"
Old Della was a dwarf craftsman who had come to work on the Earl's estate long ago.
Because the Earl's territory is right next to the Dwarf Kingdom, you can often see a lot of dwarves in the Earl's territory.
Old Della had trained many skilled craftsmen for the Earl's family, but he grew tired of it and decided to open his own forge.
Dwarves are very stubborn and inflexible creatures, and the count couldn't do anything about him, but in the end he still kept him in his city.
"It's finished, I'll come get it for you."
If you want a dwarf to craft equipment for you, it's simple: just buy him a barrel of good wine and have a meal together.
Old Della came out carrying a large bundle of gleaming javelins. Lind took the javelins, placed them on a low table, and examined them closely.
"These javelins have been made for you according to your blueprints. They're very handy, and I've even added armor penetration, wind resistance, and toughness to them."
"With this thing in hand, you can go slay a dragon."
Lind smiled; he knew it was old Della joking.
"Forget about dragons, I want to live a few more years."
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