Chapter 1 The Eldest Son of the Pompeii Family

Li Chun suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a look of fear in his eyes. Then he was at a loss. Where am I? Was that car accident just a nightmare?

Li Chun, a mediocre young man in the 21st century. He has a mediocre appearance, a mediocre height, is mediocre when studying, and is mediocre when working.

He is really a very mediocre person.

The last memory was a tragic car accident. He saw a Chevrolet lose control and hit him. He flew up and heard the sound of broken ribs.

It felt really terrible.

But now he seems to be fine. Li Chun was at a loss for a moment, then stretched out his right hand and touched his heart. The heartbeat seemed a little weak, but he was still alive.

What happened?

Doubts emerged in his heart. Li Chun calmed down and began to look around the environment. His expression became more confused.

Because the surrounding environment is extremely strange, this is a room of medium size, with a simple layout. There is a bed, and he is lying on it, covered with a red quilt. The material seems to be silk, very smooth and light, and it seems to be filled with down.

There are bedside cabinets on both sides of the bed, with two oil lamps on each, and an old book on the left bedside cabinet.

In addition, there is a wardrobe in the room, and there is a table next to the wardrobe, with a mirror on the table.

There is a window on the right, with black curtains on both sides. The sun shines in through the glass. Li Chun's heart was shaken, and he hesitated for a moment. He lifted the quilt and stood up, put on the slippers beside the bed, opened the window, and looked outside.

"How is it possible!!!" As far as the sight can reach, Li Chun saw many wooden houses, tracts of farmland, and endless forests.

There are many people working on the farmland near the house.

The sense of the picture is like the game with a European medieval background that I played before.

At the same time, Li Chun felt dizzy and a huge amount of memories came flooding in.

Soon after, Li Chun sat in front of the table and looked at the face in the mirror. It was the face of a strange young man. The pale complexion looked a little unhealthy, but it was definitely a handsome face.

There were a pair of blue eyes and short golden hair.

"Did I travel through time?" Li Chun touched his cheek, which was full of shock.

There is no doubt that Li Chun caught up with the army of travelers and became a glorious member of it. Not only did he travel through time, but he also received memories.

This is a kingdom called Prussia, which should be very large. Just like the Middle Ages in Europe, this country is ruled by the king, and there is a group of privileged classes around the king, called nobles.

Then there are civilians and serfs.

After the shock, Li Chun was very happy. As a mediocre person in the previous life, the biggest desire was to become extraordinary. The mediocre life was not exciting enough and too boring.

Every day, every day, every day, it was almost the same life.

The most important thing is that Li Chun's identity in this life is not ordinary. He was in a knight territory, and the lord was his father, Sol Pompey.

He was the eldest son of the Pompey family, fifteen-year-old Luther Pompey.

This was a good starting point, much better than Li Chun's previous life.

More importantly, the lords and nobles, this world seemed to be a world like Europe in the Middle Ages, but in fact it was very different, because this world had extraordinary powers.

This was a fantasy world.

For example, the lord of Pompey Territory, Sol Pompey, was a lord knight who had mastered the power of a knight.

"It's so exciting." Li Chun, no, Luther, who quickly took on the identity, Pompey clenched his right fist, waved his fist happily, and cheered.

Happy, excited.

"Knock, knock." At this time, a knock on the door sounded, followed by a girl's voice.

"Master Luther, you overslept. Breakfast is ready, the master and the ladies are all seated, but you are still in the room, the master is a little angry."

The voice was very nice, with a little complaint and a little worry.

Luther, who received the memory, knew that this was the voice of his personal maid, Maya. She was the daughter of a blacksmith, and had a lively and a little bit aggressive personality.

Although she was a maid, she also took good care of him, but she was definitely not submissive.

Luther was surprised to hear this. Sol Pompey was a strict and rigid guy, especially when it came to his son. He believed that as the son of a knight, punctuality and self-discipline were the basic principles.

He might be scolded for being late for breakfast.

"That's terrible, little Maya, did you get me some water?" Luther asked.

"Of course, I'm your personal maid." The door was opened, and little Maya came in with a wooden bucket full of water.

She was small, with long golden hair, blue eyes, and a face that was not outstanding, but also above average, a little cute.

Years of hard work gave her a very healthy body, and her wheat-colored skin glowed with a healthy luster.

She was dressed like a maid, and wore black round-toed leather shoes.

"Little Maya, you are so nice." Luther kissed Little Maya's left cheek according to his memory, then happily picked up the small wooden bucket and planned to wash himself.

"I just got up and didn't rinse my mouth, don't come near me." Little Maya frowned, with a look of disgust.

"Hehe." Luther smiled, then he quickly washed up, walked out of the room with Little Maya, and went to the restaurant for dinner.

This is the hereditary castle of the Pompeii family, a fortress with a certain degree of defense. It is strong, but not beautiful. Of course, according to the financial resources of the Pompeii family, it is impossible to build a castle very luxuriously.

Luther's room is on the second floor, and the restaurant is on the first floor. Luther and Little Maya went down the stairs together and came to the restaurant.

The restaurant is large, and the decoration is very simple.

There is only a candle chandelier on the top, and a rectangular dining table is placed below, which echoes the overall castle.

There were many people in the restaurant at the moment, including the old butler Ferran, two maids, and of course the lord of Pompeii, Sol Pompeii.

And his young wife, Mrs. Sophie.

And his half-brother, nine-year-old Will Pompeii, and six-year-old sister Mary Pompeii.

This was the only noble family in Pompeii, the Pompeii family.

Yes, Mrs. Sophie was Luther's stepmother, and the family had a complicated relationship.

Luther looked at his father, Sol Pompeii. This was a man in his forties, with a broad forehead, a pair of sharp blue eyes, an aquiline nose, a strong physique, and short golden hair, like a majestic lion.

And Sol did have such a nickname, called Golden Lion Sol.

A very brave knight in battle.

At this moment, the golden lion was looking at Luther with sharp and displeased eyes.

"Dad, I was so tired yesterday that I overslept." Luther smiled apologetically and walked to the empty seat at the dining table. Little Maya helped Luther take out a chair so that the young master could sit down smoothly.

"Luther, I told you. If you want to be a strong knight, you must be strict with yourself. You are not even on time for breakfast, let alone riding a warhorse to fight. This is not okay."

Old Pompey said to Luther with a stern look and a scolding tone.