The girl explained excitedly that this made Aruode a little embarrassed. Her father who criticized the girl in person was indeed unauthorized. The two fell into silence for a moment, but Aruode quickly thought that he should help this filial girl, so he hurriedly ran to his home. Leila watched Aruode run away when he turned around and was trembling with fright. She thought she had offended the little noble.

The medieval country roads were usually muddy, with weeds and woods on the side of the road. A small path was flowing out of the dense weeds and wild flowers. Aruod ran in the path and often stepped into muddy puddles, which made him very uncomfortable, who was used to flat concrete pavement. Fortunately, the house of the Aruod family was on a small hill not far from the village. This solid building made of wood and stone was different from thatched farmhouses at first glance. A slightly flat path winded up from the foot of the hill.

As a small military landlord with a title, the Wendell family also built a watchtower in the house. During wartime, the small wooden watchtower could overlook the entire territory. Archers could shoot arrows down from above to resist the invaders. However, because the family's financial resources were not enough, the watchtower also showed a decadent momentum. The wooden boards on the top of the tower were decayed. On rainy days, it rained heavily outside and lightly inside, and it could not block the wind and rain at all.

"Arude, what are you looking for?" Arude's mother, Lady Beawa, saw her young son rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the room and asked curiously.

"I, I'll find some honey." Aruod said embarrassedly. Although he had been in this era for a while, he always felt like an uninvited guest who broke into this place. Whenever the mother of this body was full of care, he would feel very guilty and sad. After all, he was not the real Aruod, but a young Chinese man who resurrected the corpse, and Mrs. Aruod's real son may no longer exist in this world.

"Ha, silly child, why don't you tell me directly that I've hidden honey in the storage room. How can you find it outside?" Mrs. Eva smiled. Although she has the blood of a noble, the low-ranking small noble family will not produce delicate and artificial noble ladies like the big noble family. She is even as simple as an ordinary peasant woman, and is busy with her family every day.

"Okay, I only need a little bit. A friend is sick and needs honey." Aruod rubbed his hands embarrassedly and said to Mrs. Eva in a low voice.

"Oh? No problem." Mrs. Eva looked at her little son curiously, smiled at the corner of her mouth, wiped her hands on her apron, turned around and walked into the storage room to get a jar of honey. While waiting, Aruod picked up the dining cloth and weaved a little rabbit and placed it in front of her little sister Lina's small table. This sister, who looked like a doll, was eating malt. This slightly sweet thing was a small dessert that she liked very much.

"Poor sister." Aruod frowned and looked at Little Lina eating the sticky food, feeling that the children of his era were so happy. If the conditions were better in the future, they must let their little sister taste what fried chicken wings were.

"Are you enough for Arude?" Mrs. Eva handed a small jar of honey to Arude. The jar was black inferior pottery, but even so, Mrs. Eva told me to remember to take the jar back.

"Huh huh ~~~." When Arude ran back and forth to the river, the sky gradually dimmed, and there was nothing besides the whimpering wind and the egrets. It seemed that the girl named Laila had left. Arude patted his head with some annoyance, and should let her wait for him here, but when he went back like this, Arude was a little unwilling to accept it, so he had to walk towards the village to find Laila's house.

There are more than thirty families in the village. The farmhouses are arranged in a circle around a well water. Several children with snot are squatting in the mud and playing. The thick peasant women sit at the door of their houses to sew clothes in the afterglow of the sun while chatting. At this time, they see Aruod walking over, stop talking and staring at him. The children stop playing and follow Aruod. These children with obvious malnutrition and vegetables are staring at the small jars that emit honey sweetness, and saliva flows out of their mouths unconsciously.

"Where is Laila's home?" Aruod looked at the villagers and walked up to the women and asked politely.

The peasant women looked at each other without saying a word. They knew Aruod, who knew that he was the lord's youngest son, but no nobles stepped into the dirty village except when collecting rent. Aruod's sudden appearance made them feel a little nervous. The timid people had already begun to return to their house to wake up the tired men for a day. After a moment, several men covered in straw walked out of the farmhouse and held the accessible wooden stick fork. However, after seeing only Aruod, they also showed confusing eyes.

"I have no malice, I just want to go to the Laila house." Aruod was secretly wary of himself. He had walked into the farmers' territory without armed forces. This was not a modern society with police. His identity was a vicious landlord class. Who knew whether these oppressed farmers would suddenly realize to tie them up. However, Aruod was a little unnecessary. Although these farmers were exploited by the Wendell family in this chaotic era, the Wendell family's force also protected their safety. If they lost the protection of the nobles, their situation would be much better than slaves.

An old farmer with a tall and thin figure with rough skin on his face and a pointed felt hat stretched out his hand like a chicken's feet and pointed in a direction outside the village with his index finger, as if pointing the way to Arude. The others did not move but looked at Arude with more curious eyes.

"Oh, thank you." Aruod nodded slightly to these people, and then walked to the road pointed out by the old farmer. His actions caused another commotion among the villagers. It was unheard of forefather's salute to the lowly farmer. Several older farmers shrugged their shoulders, curled their lips and pointed their heads with their fingers, as if to explain to others that Little Aruod's head was broken.

The road pointed out by the villagers was in the direction of the swamp outside the village, where it was covered with black and viscous liquid, emitting bursts of foul smell, and there were strange gases that were bubbling from the ground. Aruod held the honey jar in surprise and thought in his heart how the girl Laila, who was chasing honey, lived in this place. It was like being excluded by others. You must know that in ancient society, collective labor was essential due to the low productivity, so the relationship between people was closer than that of modern society. If it was excluded from the village collective, it meant that better means of production could not be obtained, and even life was in danger.

"Is this a house?" Not far from the stinky swamp, Aruod saw a human building, a crooked house built with thatch. He felt that the wind would fall down as soon as the wind blew. It seemed that the owner of the house also realized this. He used a few thick wood to hold the house on all sides, and a clothes rod built by four dead branches a few steps away from the dangerous house. Some simple clothes were hung on the pole.

"Cough cough." A cough sound came from the house. After a while, a door curtain made of wool felt was opened. A girl bent over and walked out. It was Laila.

"Huh." Leila was holding a basket made of branches in her hand, with some green leaves in it. She seemed to be about to put the leaves into the tongs on a small bonfire at the door of the room, but when she raised her head, she happened to see Aruod. She was shocked and took a few steps back. The basket in her hand fell to the ground, and the green leaves scattered all over the ground.

"Laila, why don't you wait for me?" Aruod was puzzled when he saw Laila's surprise. He couldn't blame him for this. In his previous life, he was a technical otaku who knew nothing but mechanical things, so he only focused on finding honey to help Laila, but he didn't even consider the gap between his identity and Laila.

"Young Master Arude, why are you here?" Although Laila was a little panicked, her eyes fell on the honey jar in Arude's hand, and her nose was filled with the sweetness of different honeys in the stinky black swamp. She couldn't help but think that it was not the honey that Arude had found for her. But when she thought about why Arude, as a noble, helped her to help her, who was not a relative or acquaintance, did this little noble have other intentions? She couldn't help but feel nervous and stared at Arude with her lips pursed and stared at Arude with vigilance.

"I've found you honey, noo." Aruod raised the honey jar in his hand and took a few steps forward to hand it to Laila, but Laila didn't believe that there would be a nobleman so kind to him, so she stepped back.

"No, please take the honey away, I have nothing to give you." Leila shook her head and said to Arude with a cold expression.

"But your father is not sick, he must need this thing very much, take it." Aruod was puzzled. When he was by the river, Laila clearly said that coward Jodo needed honey to treat the disease, but when he brought it, he refused in every way what was going on.

"What are your purpose and intentions? For the sake of the Lord, please let us go. We are not worthy of your labor." Leila looked even more nervous as she looked approaching Arod, and she said in a begging tone.
Chapter completed!