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The three great virtues of male-oriented fiction: the ambition of Mengde, the undead knight, and the hero of the common people. This book will touch on two or three of them, so please fasten your seatbelts, gentlemen, we're about to embark on a journey.

There's a history of being blacklisted, so any parts that seem disjointed have been deleted.

Ron woke up in a military camp and it took him three days to finally figure out his situation.

I've traveled through time.

And they've already traveled through 18 years, only now waking up.

The world we are currently in is called the Terran World, and it is currently summer of the year 15800 in the Terran calendar.

This is a world similar to the Western Middle Ages, but it features martial arts and magic, as well as wondrous dragons and sprites.

He now calls himself Ron Broccoli, the second son of a baron.

He possesses considerable talent in cultivating martial arts, is handsome, and leads a vibrant and colorful life.

He was not eligible to inherit the title.

Baron Broccoli used his connections to send him to the Marquis of Cologne's Marquis's Order of the Marquis to receive better knightly training in hopes of finding a way out.

The Knights Order consisted mostly of talented noble sons who had no right to inherit the throne, as well as commoner knights trained by marquises from a young age.

18-year-old Ron has been training with the Knights for four years and is now a low-ranking knight squire.

A low-ranking squire could easily handle seven or eight fully armed soldiers.

Ron is also an outstanding member among the low-ranking squires, and is only one step away from being promoted to a mid-ranking knight squire.

As a result, a border conflict occurred between the Black Iron Duchy and the Brass Duchy.

Ron's Marigold Knights also went to fight.

In the early stages, the Knights made many military achievements thanks to their outstanding combat strength. However, in the later stages of the conflict, the Knights were ambushed and suffered heavy losses.

Ron broke through the mid-ranking knight squire in the midst of battle, and by sheer luck, rescued the marquis's eldest son, leading him to break through the encirclement.

He himself was critically injured and on the verge of death. It was at this moment that Ron awakened his memories of his past life.

Regarding his past life, all he remembered was chatting about life with someone wearing yoga pants.

on the way back.

A large truck chased after him and tried to kill him.

I don't know what happened after that.

Ron wondered if he was being punished for doing too many bad things.

They worked hard and struggled to achieve their goal of becoming rich later, despite the obstruction of those who got rich first.

He had only been enjoying a decadent life of shamelessly cuddling with beautiful women for a short time.

How did I end up being sent to another world all of a sudden?

However, being born into nobility is a much better starting point than in the previous life.

If I were to transmigrate and become a serf or a slave...

Ron might have to find a crooked tree and start over.

At this moment, a blood-jade gourd floated in his mind.

With a thought, he took out the gourd and began to play with it.

He acquired this gourd when he was involved in antique dealing and setting up scams.

It feels nice to the touch, so I've kept it with me as a pendant, picking it up and playing with it from time to time.

This should be the guarantee that I can survive after time travel.

Without this gourd, I would definitely be gone.

Now that I'm alive, I might as well make the best of it.

From now on, I am Ron Broccoli.

The specific functions of the gourd have not yet been studied. And now is not the time to study it in the front-line military camp; it must be put on hold for the time being.

Since it was his own body, he received all the language and memories smoothly when he woke up, without revealing any flaws.

Ron lay in his room at the camp, practicing his breathing techniques and cultivating his battle qi to recover from his injuries.

"Knock knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Sir, may I come in? It's lunchtime." It was the servant's voice.

"Come in."

A servant pushed open the door and came in, placing the food tray on the table.

A large bowl of broth, two pork chops, a large loaf of white bread with honey, and an apple pie.

After everything was arranged, a servant stood aside and said, "Sir, Viscount Evan will be visiting you this afternoon."

Evan's full name is Evan Marigold. He is the eldest son of the Marquis heir whom he risked his life to save.

His current title is that of a court viscount.

"Okay, I understand." Ron began to slowly enjoy his lunch.

Ron's appetite is unusually large now, probably due to his cultivation of battle qi. His previously severely injured body is rapidly recovering under the nourishment of battle qi.

In a few days, I should be able to get out of bed.

Ron ate while pondering Evan's intentions, thinking that something good must have arrived.

When Viscount Evan arrived in the afternoon, laughter could be heard even before he entered the door.

"The Ron brothers!"

Viscount Evan pushed open the door and came in. He was a fat man in his thirties with a round face and a full beard.

His smile is so warm and friendly.

"I wanted to visit you a couple of days ago. But I was busy with the Knights' rest and recuperation, and you were seriously injured at the time, so I didn't want to bother you."

As soon as I heard you were recovering well, I came over immediately.

Viscount Evan's words clearly conveyed a sense of intimacy.

Ron quickly sat up and pretended to be respectful:

"I must thank you, Viscount, for the healing potion you sent. Otherwise, I wouldn't have recovered so quickly."

Evan waved his hand: "If it weren't for you, I would have died on the battlefield long ago."

The two exchanged pleasantries and chatted for a while before getting down to business.

"Brother Ron, this conflict will be over soon, and our Bronze Duchy has come out on the better side."

"The Grand Duke is preparing to bestow titles upon a group of pioneering nobles. My father, the Marquis of Cologne, has a few slots at his disposal, and I'm prepared to give you one." Evan said slowly.

Ron was overjoyed: "That's why time travel is such a technical skill."

"I didn't fight in the war, I didn't wake up from the suffering, but I have everything while lying in bed."

Ron replied, "My lord, this favor is too great. Ron will forever stand under the Marigold banner and charge forward for you."

"Haha, this is what you deserve. Marigold always repays kindness," said Viscount Evan.

"You should also hurry up and contact your family, and ask them to help you find a good fiefdom."

Ron said, "Thank you for the reminder, Viscount. I'll write home right away."

After Viscount Evan left, it took Ron a long time to calm down.

He truly hadn't expected Viscount Evan to give him such a big surprise.

The pioneering nobles were mostly barons. A small number held the rank of viscount.

Ron is definitely not good enough to be a viscount; he's more likely a baron.

Although it is not as prestigious as a baron within the kingdom, it is still much better than a court title.

These are true nobles.

Although it's just a piece of land outside the border that you're allowed to fight on your own, the important thing is the name itself.

Although pioneering noble guilds are difficult and suffer extremely high casualties, many high-ranking knights and squires crave this life-or-death opportunity but have no way of getting it.

Normally, they could only work for nobles, hoping to make great contributions and get a chance.

Ron understood how lucky he was to have gotten this opportunity.

First, he was of noble birth and had a family. Second, he had saved the life of the heir to a marquisate.

Thirdly, by reaching the rank of mid-level knight squire at the age of 18, he would have the opportunity to approach the threshold of becoming a full knight. The Marigold family was investing in themselves in advance.

All three reasons are indispensable.

In this world, dragons and elves are the most important extraordinary means of production.

All metal ores and magical metals are produced by dragons, and plants and potions are inseparable from elves.

The cultivation of martial arts and magic requires the support of magic potions, and the metals needed for various alchemical equipment can only be produced by dragons.

Dragons and elves were all controlled by nobles.

The lower and middle-ranking nobles control the elves, while the higher-ranking nobles, such as the Grand Dukes and the royal family, control the dragons, forming an impenetrable noble system.

Knights and mages can only improve their skills by attaching themselves to noble lords.

Lords also need to cultivate military strength to maintain their rule, forming a closed loop.

A formal knight is already considered a mid-to-high-level combatant, regardless of which duchy or kingdom they are in.

Declaring allegiance will earn you a noble title. At the very least, you'll be granted a fiefdom as a baron.

Ron wrote back to his family that very day.

The family also attaches great importance to this, after all, the Broccoli Family is a baronial family that has been passed down for more than 100 years.

The first Baron was originally a squad leader in the army. He was given the opportunity to cultivate battle qi and gradually rose to the rank of mid-level officer.

He was awarded a baronship for his military achievements in a major battle.

The broccoli family was thus established by rewarding the broccoli sprite with a broccoli fairy and three sprite insects.

Henry Broccoli, looking at the letter from his brilliant second son, remarked with emotion:

After 150 years of family tradition, the broccoli family is finally about to produce its second baron.