Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 2

Sean woke up with pain all over his body and his head seemed to be splitting open.He rubbed his forehead to clear his mind.

The current situation is incomprehensible to him: he is dead, but he is still alive; at the same time, everything in front of him is very strange.

Sean sat up and leaned against the window. It was just after noon, and the strong sunlight made him uncomfortable.Through the glass window, he squinted and looked outside: houses with pointed roofs lined up on both sides of the road paved with small gravels, an ellipsoidal flying object with a large amount of white steam from its tail swept across the sky, and a fortress-like steel building moved slowly at the end of the street .These sights made him feel novel and at the same time inexplicably terrified.

Sean closed his eyes, and the images in his memory came alive in his mind.In those pictures, people live in villages, without the neatly arranged houses and streets as they are now; there are steam locomotives, but people ride horses or carriages more often.Obviously, the era he is living in now is much more advanced than the era he once lived in.

Maybe I had a long dream, the battles and deaths before were all dreams, but what I see now is reality.He can't think wildly on his own.

Sean looked around the room he was in, and brought over the mirror beside the bed.The panic he had forgotten when he first woke up disappeared without a trace the moment he saw his face clearly.He knew that this was his own face.He's still himself, and he's back in his teenage years.

"But there are still some differences." He stroked the bridge of his nose lightly with his fingers, and said to himself, "My eyes are not dark red."

He checked himself again.His body was thin and pale, which was incomparable to his previous life, which disappointed Sean.He was already recognized as the best hunter in the village at the age of 14. He quickly made his mark when he joined the army as a young man, and his comrades and enemies admire him; this is inseparable from his own rigorous training.The will to fight has not been wiped out, and the skills and training methods are still clear in his mind; but he is not sure whether this body can withstand high-intensity training.

With a bang, the door opened, and a young woman rushed in: "Sean, can you sit up now? I saw you looking out from downstairs, for God's sake, don't do that! You Do not touch the bright light now!"

Shane looked at each other.This is a pretty girl with bright eyes. She is wearing a cake-cut, high-waisted dress with layered ruffles. The waist is tightly cinched, and her perfect figure is displayed without any concealment.However, her cuffs were badly worn, the bright purple fabric turned dull like a rag, and her hands were full of obvious calluses and scratches.She stared at herself now, concern palpable.

Although things were unimaginable, the coincidence of appearance, memory and name made Sean believe that he was resurrected from the dead."You are?" he asked.

The light in the woman's eyes dimmed, but soon, she returned to her previous energetic appearance. "Sophia, your sister in name. When you were five years old, I picked you up on the street." She sat next to Sean, "Is there any discomfort?"

Sean shook his head: "Except for being unable to remember many things, there is nothing uncomfortable. Tell me about how I got hurt."

This is a very common accident.The flamboyant and domineering aristocratic youth disliked the common people, so he launched a teasing attack on the other party; if the attacker swallowed his anger, the matter would simply end.It's just that Sean not only didn't bear it, but rushed forward, knocked the young noble down to the ground, and even planned to educate him with fists and kicks.

The noble boy was frightened by this ferocious young commoner, and in a panic hit Sean's head with a spell.Sean then lay unconscious in bed for a week like a breathing dead man.

Sofia took out all her savings and invited the only doctor in the city who could treat magic damage. The other doctor told her that Sean might have amnesia.When the doctor left, he patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "Think about it, at least this child won't have to be entangled with the strange disease with chaotic memory. For those who can't resist, we must learn to be patient and even grateful. "

Of course I have to thank that guy, he actually "cured" my brother's strange disease, she thought silently.If I see him again, I will pour a bucket of footwashing water on his face as a way of expressing my sincere gratitude.

Sophia pulled her thoughts back and began to explain. "You came home from get off work at the factory last Friday, and there's a son of a bitch..." She phrased her speech so smoothly that she didn't realize she had sweared in the middle of it.

She knows that this is not a wise move: now Sean can only understand what happened with her own words, and if she speaks too harshly, Sean will know the truth about being "bullyed"; If you provoke those people, the consequences will be unbearable for the two of them.

Sophia quickly changed her tone and rhetoric: "There is a distinguished young gentleman practicing spells on the street, and his attack accidentally hit your head. It didn't do you any harm, it just made you lose your memory. In the past, you had a strange disease and often had memory confusion, and now you finally don’t have to worry about this anymore.”

Sean was silent for a while, and said slowly: "I understand." Sophia's eyes widened: "You understand? That's it?"

"What else?" Sean asked.Although he didn't understand the status quo, he didn't lose his IQ.From the sudden change in the other party's attitude just now, it can be seen that the person who injured him is definitely not easy to mess with.Before he is sure to kill the enemy, he will hold back. "Let me go from memory confusion to complete amnesia. This sounds more wonderful than a year-round famine. It's a feat. People who can do this kind of thing must be as kind as a perverted murderer."

The woman was looking at him worriedly, but now she almost laughed out loud when she heard the harsh words. "Xion, I feel relieved if you do this." She was still a little sad, but cheered each other up in a brisk tone: "Your personality has not changed, even if you no longer remember who you are. Forget about being hurt, you 16 It's a dangerous age, don't get into trouble because of fighting with others."

"Wait." Sean shouted to stop; the amount of information in the other party's words was not ordinary. "If you're telling the truth, how would you know my age when you picked me up on the street? Also, what you said just now means that I'm going to die because of my age of 16 and fighting with people. Like death."

Sophia looked embarrassed, her lips moved, but she just sighed.

The back of your neck has been magically engraved with a date and number, and the color of your eyes is your biggest problem; you're supposed to be a plaything for those boring nobles who'll be auctioned off like a commodity if they catch you.

Sean knew the facts well before she lost her memory.At that time, the boy even threatened to buy explosives to blow up the parliamentary building. If he didn't have no money, he might have put it into action.Now the other party has so easily forgotten about it, she dare not bring it up at all. "I'll tell you, for sure. But it's complicated, and we can't rush it. The first priority is to heal the injury."

"Speaking of which," Sean hesitated, but decided to address Sophia as the other party said: "Sister, you said that I have 'memory confusion', what's going on?"

Sophia sighed: "It's a long story. You used to wake up shouting 'kill these shameless speculators', and then claimed that you had experienced wars; when you told them, it was as real as if you had experienced it." Sean bowed his head, He tentatively said, "Maybe I have really experienced it."

Sophia waved her hand: "Come on. I don't believe this, although it's very enjoyable to listen to you about those big swords and war horses. It's not that era anymore. Ever since steam engines and large-scale automatic machinery were manufactured and quickly spread to cities and battlefields, Those old antiques have already been quickly eliminated. Do you want to tell me that you went back to four or fifty years ago and fought in that era?"

For a moment, Sean's eyes widened; he chose his words carefully: "I may still remember something. How many years have passed since the Church of the Royal Family was overthrown, and civilians and nobles fought a civil war?"

"How dare you talk about this!" Sophia stopped him quickly, and then answered the question: "50 years. It was a troubled time. It is said that some commoner generals made excessive demands on the nobles. If the negotiations failed, the radicals turned their backs. , launched a large-scale armed riot. There are ten people who provoked the trouble. Now they have no descendants and cannot even be named. To be honest, if we are not living in a slum area that no one manages, you can’t take this name at all .The ten sinners happened to have the same name as you, and the most stubborn one."

Sean lowered his head and clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly.Sophia thought Sean was suffering from a headache, so she helped him to lie down.How did she know that the other party was so angry.

Even after decades, those people's ability to turn black and white is still so profound, it's shameless!

Sophia went out, so that Sean could rest; lying on the bed, Sean was not sleepy at all.

We failed, and history has been tampered with by them.But those days full of battles, I will never forget them, let alone abandon them.

With an order, all the armor is thrown out, everyone is cut off, and the corpses are scattered all over the field!As long as there is one breath left, the enemies in front of you will not dare to act rashly!

That was his life, to live fiercely as a born warrior and to die as a true man.

The last words from the previous life echoed in my mind.Perhaps many things from the past have become blurred, but it is still clear.The unwillingness hidden under the calm appearance was like a flame, burning his heart in his own chest.Sean had no choice but to repeat it all over again.

"Fuck the aristocrats of |mother|."

Old grudges aside, there's a huge problem waiting for Sean, who doesn't know it yet.

Two days later, Sheehan was caught in an alley near the business district.He resisted effectively, and even snatched the dagger from the enemy's hand and cut off two of the opponent's fingers.It's a pity that among those who came to capture him were pure-blood nobles, whose magical attacks were almost fatal to civilians.

The enemy finally suppressed Sean.The leader grabbed his chin and rudely taught: "You have caused us a lot of trouble by running away without authorization. The auction will be tonight. Can you calm down, you little bastard?"

Sean didn't know what was going on, but he followed the other party's wishes and gave a calm and thoughtful response.His arms were twisted and locked behind him, unable to move, so he suddenly tensed his body and raised his feet, kicking the opponent's face hard, almost causing the opponent's cheek to collapse in.

He was shoved forcefully into the carriage.Iron bars were installed inside the carriage, and it was a gorgeous cage.He used vicious words to scold the people outside the car, and his eyes glanced at the keys and daggers on the waist of the man beyond the iron fence, thinking about how to get them.

A shrill voice sounded from inside the carriage: "You can't be sold if you are so fierce. At that time, they will punish you severely."

Sean turned to look at the speaker.It took him a moment to figure out the gender of the other person, because it was hard to tell.It was a young man with the appearance of a girl, with only a bright blanket draped over his body. When Sean lowered his head, he could see the slender and white legs of the other party exposed outside.

What caught Sean's attention was that both of them had dark red eyes.His eyes were not this color in his previous life, and he had wandered around the slums for a few days, but he had never seen such eyes.Being different like this is probably not a good thing.

"Why was it sold?" Sean asked.

The boy sighed and looked up; this time, Sean saw the small Adam's apple on the other's neck—it was a boy.He heard the other party reply: "Because, we are commodities."