Adult fairy tale: Starting with social security black silk Little Red Riding Hood!

"I... I don't know. Besides Grandma, I don't remember anyone else."

"I seem to have forgotten a lot of things."

Little Red Riding Hood, stared at by Rod, lowered her head and looked at her toes, not daring to meet Rod's eyes.

Although she didn't understand what had happened before, her body's instincts still made her feel a little ashamed.

She didn't dare to face this kind big brother at all.

"You should have other relatives. Don't worry, if you can't remember now, then take your time to think about it."

Rod said, offering casual comfort.

It was normal for Little Red Riding Hood not to remember her other relatives.

That old witch would regularly use magic potions to brainwash her, making her forget her past memories.

However, this kind of memory-erasing potion was only a temporary potion and couldn't make people completely forget their memories.

As long as she didn't continue to take the magic potion, those forgotten memories would slowly recover.

It just needed time.

And during this time, he would teach Little Red Riding Hood well.

To make her a qualified woman.

After she remembered her past memories, he would then help her find her relatives.

Thinking like this, he really was a good person.

Chapter 21: Little Red Riding Hood's Aunt!

He wanted Little Red Riding Hood to find her relatives.

Naturally, he had his own intentions.

Little Red Riding Hood, no, she should be called Britney.

Britney was the daughter of Baron Oswide, and now she was Baron Oswide's only legitimate heir.

According to the kingdom's laws, Baron Oswide's territory and title should be inherited by her.

However, Britney had been missing for three years, and now no one could prove her identity.

Rightfully inheriting the baron's title and territory.

In other words, as long as he could prove this point.

Even the king wouldn't be able to refuse a noble from inheriting the territory and title that should belong to them.

In Western countries, there was no concept of "the king wants his subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die."

If a kingdom's monarch did something unfair to the nobles under his rule.

Then the nobles who suffered unfair treatment had the right to launch a war against the monarch to reclaim everything that belonged to them.

Rather than a relationship between subjects and monarchs, it was more like a relationship of mutual employment.

The monarch bestowed territory and titles, while the nobles needed to fight for the monarch on the battlefield when wars broke out.

Of course, paying taxes was also an obligation that lords should fulfill.

Apart from that, nobles didn't need to pay any price for the monarch.

Even, within their respective territories, the nobles' power even surpassed that of the monarch.

The commoners in the noble's territory were the noble's subjects, not the monarch's subjects.

My subject's subject is not my subject.

It sounds a bit awkward, but that's just how it is.

He wanted to gain a foothold in this world, and a noble's identity was the best stepping stone.

If Britney could inherit Baron Oswide's title.

Then, as long as he married Britney, he would be the rightful baron's husband.

Don't underestimate this identity.

In this world with clear class distinctions, bloodline and background determined everything.

Having a good background, even if penniless, would make one a welcome guest to most nobles.

Even, in times of war, one could rally a hundred responses.

Followed by countless nobles.

Conversely, if one's ancestors didn't have any illustrious bloodline or background, even if one was richer than a country, one would only be a commoner.

Even after a lifetime of hard work, one would only be a lower-class person in the eyes of the nobles.

A nouveau riche with the stench of copper.

Unable to come into contact with the real upper-class aristocratic society at all.

It sounds a bit far-fetched, but think about how ancient people would announce their family background when they went out.

Even with great wealth, in the Great Han Dynasty, it couldn't compare to the Yuan family of Runan, who had served as officials for four generations and three dukes.

In the Great Tang Dynasty, it couldn't compare to the aristocratic families of the Five Surnames and Seven Clans.

It's the same here.

Bloodline and identity are just stepping stones, but without this stone, you can't even get through the door.

If he wanted to become a noble in the conventional way, he would have to start as a knight.

First, he would have to attach himself to a noble lord and become a knight's squire, learning the rules and etiquette among knights.

It would take at least three to five years to officially become a knight of the lowest rank.

Wanting to become a noble from a knight, the conditions were even more demanding. Even with good luck and sufficient ability, it would take several or even dozens of years.

He didn't have that time to waste on these boring things.

But, on the other hand.

Since this world was related to the fairy tale world, he wanted to come into contact with those beings in the fairy tales.

He would inevitably need a suitable identity.

Whether it was Snow White or Cinderella.

Without a suitable identity, he wouldn't even have the chance to approach these people.

So, having a good background was essential.

And Little Red Riding Hood was a shortcut he had chosen.

As long as he trained her well, in this world without any support, a young girl who had just come of age.

The only person she could rely on was him.

Putting Little Red Riding Hood back into his personal space, Rod began to inquire about Baron Oswide's affairs.

"You're talking about Baron Oswide? Didn't he die three years ago?"

"Any relatives? I did hear that he had an older sister who married a count in the neighboring kingdom."

After some inquiries, Rod obtained the information he wanted from the mouth of a merchant.

"An aunt who married a count."

Although it was a count from a neighboring kingdom, it was still a count after all.

Her words still carried some weight.

If this Countess, who was Little Red Riding Hood's aunt, could come forward to prove Little Red Riding Hood's identity.

This matter would basically be settled.

However, crossing a kingdom was not something that could be done in a short time.

Rod shook his head.

Let's look for her first. If this path really doesn't work, he still has a second plan.

Find a suitable noble, imprison him directly, and use magic potions to brainwash him into his puppet.

The effect is the same, it will just waste some more time.

After all, brainwashing with magic potions is not something that can be done in a short time.

If the other party's resistance is strong, there is also a risk of failure.

Maybe he'll brainwash an idiot.

Wasting time and energy for nothing.

This is a method that he would only use as a last resort.

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Chapter 22: Haunted House of Evil Spirits!

"Go back first."

It had been two and a half days since he entered the space-time gate.

Although the supplies on his body were still sufficient.

However, being missing in reality for too long might cause some trouble.

Finding a deserted place, Rod opened the space-time gate.

Swish!

The space-time gate appeared, and Rod walked directly into it.

His eyes blurred for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in the familiar room.

Rod leaned back and crashed straight onto the bed.

"As expected, my own home is the most comfortable."

After dozing off for a while, Rod went to the kitchen and fried two steaks.

After eating and drinking his fill, he was about to rest.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

Looking at the slightly dimming sky outside the window, Rod frowned.

Who would come to him at this time?

Opening the door, three figures came into view.

Rod looked at the middle-aged couple in front of him, and a little girl who didn't seem very old.

The middle-aged couple looked to be in their thirties to early forties.

The little girl couldn't be more than seven years old, wearing a cute white dress.

The man was tall and thin, wearing a neat uniform, and his temperament suggested that he was a high-paying professional such as a doctor or lawyer.

The woman was wearing loose home clothes.

Golden wavy hair was casually scattered, her figure was not exaggeratedly plump, but moderately sized with a pair of fleshy legs and very white skin.

She wasn't wearing makeup, but her natural beauty was still above average. Her chest's endowment naturally drooped and separated into an eight-shape because she wasn't wearing an underwire.

A very common lighthouse country housewife's attire.

"Do you need something?"