dognovel Chapter 354 What is a Nobility
Chapter 354 What is a Nobility
Master Charles rode his horse, galloping along the edge of the dense forest. The sound of the wind and the clatter of the horse's hooves were drowned out by the fierce roar of the black bear.
The black bear was like a burning black cloud, chasing rapidly. Its huge body moved freely among the trees, and everything in the jungle seemed to make way for it.
As the distance got closer, Master Charles could clearly feel the black bear's hungry and ferocious gaze piercing his heart like a sword. The fear came like a tide, almost drowning him.
Just when he thought he was going to die in the bear's mouth, suddenly, there was a sound of arrow feathers breaking through the air, and several arrows flew towards the black bear like raindrops, piercing deeply into its thick fur.
The black bear, enraged by the arrow, let out a deafening roar, then turned its head to look where the arrow came from, only to see a dozen hunters aiming bows and arrows at it. After a period of confrontation, the black bear retreated first and disappeared into the woods.
At this time, Master Charles was lying on the horse's back, trembling all over. He could hardly believe that he was still alive. At this time, a tall hunter came forward with sharp eyes. He asked in a rough voice:
"Sir, where are you from? You look unfamiliar. Are you from here?"
However, Master Charles was in endless fear because of the thrilling experience just now. His throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't utter a word. His face was pale, his eyes were unfocused, his mind was in a mess, and he could only stare at the hunter blankly, as if he couldn't even sort out his thoughts.
Seeing his embarrassment, the hunters looked at each other, and then an older hunter said:
"It looks like this kid is a refugee from outside. Let's take him back to the village first."
The hunter suddenly realized something and said, "Oh!" Then he led his horse in one direction and said to Master Charles:
"You are amazing. You managed to get in despite the strict border defense. I heard that thousands of foreign refugees try to enter the Forest Territory every year, but all of them are caught by the troops and patrols stationed on the border..."
Led by the hunters, Charles finally walked out of the dense forest and saw a quiet and warm village. The air here was fresh, filled with the fragrance of the land, and the surroundings were full of greenery, as if they had just been moistened by rain.
The hunter took Charles to his own residence, which was a simple thatched house with a small yard outside and a few wild flowers planted around it.
"follow me."
As it was still raining, the hunter hurriedly took Master Charles into the thatched hut. As Master Charles walked into the house, he saw the walls rammed with mud and the few pieces of furniture in the house. The wooden tables and chairs had a faint wood fragrance mixed with the smell of firewood, which made people feel a little comfortable.
In a corner of the room, a little boy sat quietly on a chair, holding a wooden knight toy in each hand, and was playing a knight game with great interest.
"Son, we have guests at home. Please help take care of them first. I'll go light a fire and cook."
After saying that, the hunter took the captured prey to the next room, leaving Charles and the little boy in the house. The space in the wooden house suddenly seemed a little quiet, with only Charles and the little boy looking at each other.
The rain outside was dripping, and the fine raindrops were tapping gently on the wooden windows, making a soft sound. Master Charles sat on a chair, wiping his wet hair with a handkerchief in annoyance. The handkerchief was soaked with water, and it seemed that no matter how he wiped, he could not dispel the unhappiness in his heart. This simple wooden house seemed particularly small, and the stuffy air was full of an indescribable sense of oppression.
At this moment, the little boy suddenly asked innocently:
"Uncle, what do you do?"
Master Charles, who was called "Uncle" by the little boy, frowned slightly, feeling unhappy, but he still raised his head, puffed out his chest and said proudly:
"I am a noble."
"What is nobility?"
The little boy asked more curiously.
“The nobles are the greatest people in this country.”
Ciel tried to make his voice sound firm and confident, but he still felt a little uneasy in his heart.
The little boy seemed to be lost in thought, and then asked with a puzzled look in his eyes:
"Why are nobles the greatest people? Is it because of their strength? Is it because of their intelligence? Or is it because they can catch a lot of prey?"
Master Charles was stunned. He thought about it carefully. He didn't seem to meet the requirements of the boy. He was neither extremely strong nor extremely intelligent, not to mention his talent in hunting. He couldn't help but fall into deep entanglement, and finally murmured:
"Because the nobles are so great, they don't have to do much work."
The little boy didn't seem to be convinced by this answer, and asked seriously:
“How can it be great if it’s just for fun?”
Hearing this, Master Charles was speechless for a moment. He looked up at the little boy, whose bright eyes were full of curiosity and innocence, and he himself could not help but fall into deep thought. He was also very curious about why he felt superior to others because of his noble status.
At this moment, the hunter pushed open the door, covered in dirt and rain, and walked into the house. He was carrying a simple meal, exuding a simple and rustic atmosphere. Master Charles looked up and saw that in addition to a few pieces of brown bread and a bowl of mixed vegetable soup, there was only a bowl of unknown stir-fried vegetables and cut smoked sausages. Seeing all this, Master Charles felt a little disgusted and suddenly lost his appetite.
The hunter noticed Master Charles' expression and was slightly startled. Then he asked with concern:
"Not to your liking?"
"Do not……"
Master Charles waved his hands repeatedly. Although he was disgusted, he didn't want to appear too rude. Finally, he took a wooden spoon, a bowl of soup and a piece of bread, thinking that he had to force himself to eat it.
He first scooped up a piece of sausage with a spoon and put it in his mouth. Instantly, a spicy taste rushed straight to his throat, making him frown and unable to control himself. He immediately grabbed the bread, took a quick bite, and then drank a mouthful of soup to clear the spicy taste in his mouth. However, under the influence of hunger and spiciness, Master Charles suddenly felt that the food in front of him was very delicious, so he ate it voraciously, and the three of them quickly swept away the food on the table.
After finishing the meal, the hunter asked Master Charles:
"What are you going to do next?"
"Can you take me to Johnburg?"
Master Charles looked up at the hunter, his tone hinting at anxiety.
The hunter thought about it and shook his head:
"Johannesburg is far from here, and it takes four or five days to walk there. You can wait until Sunday, when the merchant comes by with his carriage to sell things, and then you can go with him. But it will cost a few silver coins."
Master Charles touched his pocket, and a trace of embarrassment and helplessness appeared on his face. He did not think that he would need money when he went out, but this happened. He could not help but feel a little regretful.
The hunter noticed Master Charles's expression and said:
"Don't worry, I can help you find a temporary job. When the conscription officers came here to recruit soldiers, some young men followed them and left. Now we are still in need of some strong laborers."
When Master Charles heard the hunter's proposal, he stood up immediately, with a sincere smile on his face, and thanked the hunter profusely:
"Thank you! I really don't know how to repay you. No matter what the job is, I will try my best to do it!"
……
"Are you sure my son is here?"
A week later, when Charles and his men arrived at the village, he saw his son wearing linen clothes and pouring a bucket of feed into the trough in the pigsty.