I Want To Be a Nobleman

Wang Wu woke up, tears flowed from his eyes, I don't know whether it was Harold or Wang Wu himself.

As if in a dream, and as if experiencing a new life, Wang Wu vaguely accepted the memory of Harold, the original owner of this body after time travel.

He also understood the meaning of the shout that he didn't understand before:

"Don't die, live for me, I promise my father to live, to be happy, to live happily!"

Consciousness returned to his body, Wang Wu wiped away his tears, and found himself lying on the floor of a prison cell. He looked around and saw that there was no one else. It should be a single cell. After trying it, he stood up easily.

The cell has walls on three sides, one side is made up of more than a dozen iron bars, and the iron door is also made up of four iron bars, which can stick out the limbs, but the head should be stuck.

Opposite the cell are other cells with similar appearance. What is surprising is that this cell is not in the basement or inside the building, and you can see the big sun hanging in the sky.

I don't know that I have been in a coma for a few days, and I feel hungry and thirsty, but my body seems to have recovered, and I found that there seems to be no problem after moving my body.

After personally experiencing Harold's tragic experience, Wang Wu felt sad, unwilling and angry.

The hometown was invaded and destroyed by orcs, the mother did not have time to escape, the younger brother died on the road, the father was eaten by monsters in front of his eyes, he lost his freedom and became a slave, and lost his life inexplicably. This series of accidents alone is painful. Extremely.

Adding all of these together, the extreme grief reveals a funny feeling. Yes, Harold's whole life is like a joke, and fate made a joke for him.

"I will never let the rest of your life be a joke. I will live on, and I will achieve the happiness you desire! I promise!"

Wang Wu's eyes were firm, and he was determined in his heart. This was for Harold who called him back from the brink of death, and for himself.

The guards outside the cell noticed Wang Wu getting up and ran to report.

Soon a bald man walked into Wang Wu's cell accompanied by several guards.

The bald head is tall and muscular, a bit like the protagonist in the game "God of War".

The guard opened the door, and the bald uncle walked up to Wang Wu and said in surprise:

"I was able to survive being hit by that kind of monster, and I was able to stand up again after sleeping for less than 3 days. This is the first time I have seen such a strong physical fitness."

"I'm very interested in you, what's your name, how does your body feel?"

The man in Harold's memory was the one who had bought himself from a slave trader.

"My name is Harold. There is nothing wrong with my body. I am just a little hungry and thirsty."

After Wang Wu prepared to use the name Harold, if he can succeed and live a good life, it can be regarded as fulfilling Harold's wish, and Harold can be regarded as his savior.

The bald man heard Wang Wu's reply that his body was fine, and seeing that Harold was indeed moving his body like a normal person, he couldn't believe it, so he called a doctor-like person to confirm Wang Wu's injury.

The man who looked like a doctor touched Harold's body around, and finally patted Harold's back, which should be where he was hit that day, and confidently gave the bald man a positive reply.

"There are no major problems, the bones are intact, and there are no signs of tearing in the muscles."

The bald man's face was full of surprise when he heard the doctor's reply, but it soon turned into a joyful expression.

"It's unbelievable that your injury is really healed, it's a fatal injury!"

"It's better if you have nothing to do. It's better to have nothing to do. I'll ask someone to prepare some food and drink for you. You can rest at ease. You don't need to participate in the gladiatorial fight these days. Just do some training. I'll arrange a battle for you next week."

The bald man happily patted Harold on the shoulder after he finished speaking, as if looking forward to Harold.

Harold felt a little pain where he was photographed. The bald head was not generally strong, but his attitude towards him was quite kind.

Harold nodded silently, and didn't reply. Now his mind is in a mess, and it's easy to say something that shouldn't be said.

The bald man didn't care about Harold's silence. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with Harold's health, he happily left with his guards.

After the bald man left, Harold sat on the ground and thought silently. After integrating his memory, he clearly understood the situation after time travel.

This world is a Western magical worldview, with class divisions of nobles, commoners, and slaves, sub-human races such as elves, orcs, and dwarves, and magical creatures such as monsters, dragons, and ogres.

But what's strange is that Harold, the original owner, doesn't have any memory of human superpowers, whether it's magic, fighting spirit, or magic.

This shows that the extraordinary power of human beings in this world is at least not something ordinary civilians can possess.

Beliefs in gods do exist, whether they are humans or demihumans, almost all intelligent creatures believe in the sun god.

The most common saying is: "Praise the sun!"

I don't know why Harold always feels that this sentence is a bit weird.

The kingdom I am in now is called the Kingdom of Lucanir, a kingdom dominated by humans, basically there are no demi-humans in the country.

Although he was sold to the arena and became a gladiator, but fortunately that bald head values ​​him more.

The treatment is much better than that of ordinary slaves. If you are injured, you can get treatment and have time to recuperate.

However, this treatment is based on the fact that the arena is optimistic about his combat power. He bought it for 50 gold coins, so of course he cannot be treated the same as those gladiators who bought it at a low price from the prison.

He could understand the weight of 50 gold coins from the memory of the original owner, Harold. The original owner, Harold, and his father had only saved 85 silver coins for a few years, which was less than one gold coin, and 50 gold coins was a real high price.

Several attendants brought him food and drink, and passed them in through a hole.

While eating, Harold thought about the predicament he was facing and the way out for the future.

"The original owner, Harold, was tricked into becoming a slave by the bastard lord. How can he get rid of his status as a slave?"

From the memory of the original owner, he learned that no matter how hard the slaves in this world work, how much money they earn, or how much meritorious service they make, it doesn't matter.

All proceeds belong to the master, and even if the master dies, the slave will be transferred as an inheritance.

There is basically no other way to gain freedom except escape, and the difficulty of escaping from the arena is more than one level more difficult than escaping from the hands of nobles.

Thinking of this, Harold couldn't help but feel a little headache, but this was not the most troublesome problem. The most terrible thing now was the next gladiatorial match.

"The bald man probably really thinks that I am a strong man with extraordinary strength. He probably wouldn't arrange for me to deal with a weak opponent. Can I win?"

Harold received the memory of the original owner after soul transmigrating, which can be regarded as adapting to this body, but the problem is that the original owner Harold himself is a farmer with little ability.

Although the original owner, Harold, has great strength and good physique, his reaction speed is slower than others, and his flexibility is also poor. When hunting, he is often played by animals.

Moreover, he doesn't understand moves and skills at all. The original owner Harold has only learned some basic moves from the militiamen in the village, and Wang Wu before crossing is even a waste. As an honest student, he never fought after entering university. Pass.

Harold thought that with his physical strength, he should be able to deal with a few ordinary rogues, but could he really take advantage of those elite gladiators?

Once the battle is lost, the consequences are really unimaginable. After the outcome of the gladiatorial fight is decided, the winner has the right to choose whether to kill the opponent, execution or mercy. These two situations are quite common.

The arena definitely hopes that the gladiators will be merciful after the victory and defeat have been divided. After all, gladiators are bought with money, but the audience who come to watch the game are often not happy to end peacefully.

"I was unilaterally ravaged as an outsider. The game was completely one-sided. I also knew that the audience was absolutely booing and cursing. It would not be enough to vent their anger if I didn't kill me!"

Even if one is lucky and meets a merciful opponent and is not executed, it may not end well.

Just imagine, if you are the owner of the arena, you spent 50 gold coins but bought a piece of trash, and you can't beat any opponent, so why don't you get frustrated?

When Harold thought of this, he sighed helplessly, and suddenly felt a sense of despair.

But he immediately cheered up again, it was man-made, there was really nothing to do if he gave up, and there might be hope if he persisted hard.

I'm going to fight next week, and if I train hard these few days, it will be somewhat useful.

"It was hard to come back from the brink of death, and I promised the original owner Harold to live on in his place. I can't just give up like this!"

Harold swallowed a piece of meat hard, dispelling the despair in his heart.

Wait, Harold suddenly realized something was wrong.

Back from the brink of death?

When I immediately lost consciousness completely, it was only by the last cry of the original owner Harold that I was awakened again.

But how could he heal his injuries at the same time as he was lucky enough to save his life?

Before I fell into a coma, I clearly remembered that I was seriously injured, and half of my body was about to be smashed to pieces. How did my injury recover?

Due to time travel, facing death, resurrection, and receiving memories too intensively, Harold's brain was in a mess, and he didn't immediately react to this abnormal phenomenon, and now he suddenly felt very incredible.

From being seriously injured to the point of dying to being completely cured, no matter how you think about it, you can't just sleep for a few days. In this world, there is no such miracle as a priest who can heal an injury by chanting a spell.

So how did you heal yourself?

The original owner, Harold, had been injured many times before, but he recovered a little faster than the average person. The reason why he never recovered from his injuries was not because of Harold himself.

The bald uncle was also very surprised at the speed of his recovery, so it wasn't because of the arena.

In other words, this is a special effect brought about by my time travel!

Suddenly, Harold recalled the "Ding, the system is activated" he heard before accepting the recall.

Could it be?

Travelers must have golden fingers, take it boy!