Chapter 3: Notes (New Book Seeking Support)

, The Mysterious Calamity

The next day, the sun rose as usual over the Lower Green Forest.

Aaron Sotos prayed in his heart while pulling back the curtains; seeing the golden morning sun streaming through the window, he finally let out a long sigh of relief: "Thank goodness... thank goodness it isn't here."

Last night's dream, or rather, the scene within his Golden Finger world, was simply too terrifying.

Aaron Sotos was deathly afraid that he had actually changed the real world, which would mean he had played himself to death—a classic example of a transmigrator courting disaster.

"However, I only wanted to change the color of the sun, so how did the whole world change?... It seems that the Scarlet sunlight contained some kind of terrifying pollution, instantly causing the entire world to begin mutating, and that sense of madness inherent in that power—could it be... that there is something wrong with my Golden Finger?"

Aaron Sotos opened his drawer and pulled out a black notebook; this was his observer's diary, half of its contents filled with dense, square characters that only he could understand.

【Known: After much investigation, the Knights and Scholars currently in the territory have not mastered any Mysterious power.】

【Known: The 'Green Banyan Tree Grandmother' is merely an ordinary primitive Natural Sciences totem and has never manifested any Divine Miracle.】

【Known: Through secret probing of the maids and others, no one else has dreamed of transmigrating to a clear, distinct world.】

【In summary, it can be preliminarily determined that 'Dream Reflection' is my Golden Finger.】

【Through experiments of setting goals and reference points for continuous observation, it can be determined that the dream world has basic operating rules and is not a world I imagined... the time flow rate compared to the real world is inconsistent.】

【Month of the Green Banyan Rooting, 15th: Followed Father to offer sacrifices to the 'Green Banyan Tree Grandmother', dreamed of that world again at night, changed the sun there, causing the entire world to undergo a crazy mutation... Speculate that my Golden Finger power might lean towards chaos? Or contains factors of madness??】

The hard quill dipped in ink left elegant traces on the slightly yellowed paper, yet Aaron's expression was extremely grave.

He stopped writing, dipped the pen in ink, and continued to write:

【After changing the world, I felt my consciousness was extremely Weakness, as if I had returned to infancy.】

【Speculation: Every time I enter a dream, or rather, every day that passes in reality, the 'power' in my dream grows stronger by a fraction; did it reach a certain 'limit' last night? Although the accumulated power disappeared, perhaps a qualitative change has already occurred?】

【Things from the dream cannot be brought into this world, and the power in the dream seems unable to affect me in reality... Then... what is the point of this dream? I can't even thoroughly verify if it's real or fake!】

【Conclusion: Trash Golden Finger!】

Aaron drew the final stroke, closed the notebook, and sighed.

In this other world, loading a useless Golden Finger is truly something to feel sad about.

Although last night's performance proved that the Golden Finger might not be that useless, it still wasn't of much use.

Facing the impending war, there was still no way to deal with it.

"Although it's only a brawl at the level of village chiefs and town mayors, if one is not careful, it is possible for people to die."

With a bit of emotion, Aaron went to the dining room to have breakfast with his family.

The breakfast was quite sumptuous, with roasted bacon, white bread, various fresh fruits, and milk.

Theodore, Sonia, Colin, and Jinni were all there.

Besides them, there was also a brat in his teens with white cloth strips and wooden boards tied to his leg; this was Aaron's third younger brother—Sean Sotos.

Because Aaron's biological mother died of illness, the Lord soon married his third wife, and their relationship was quite good.

Especially after Sean was born, the greatest enemy and rival for Colin had appeared.

However, at this moment, the brat Sean was cutting his food with a knife and fork while glancing at Aaron as if to show off.

"What is this? Showing off that being injured means not having to go to the battlefield? No, you actually don't have to go to the battlefield at all..."

Aaron rolled his eyes and sat down in his seat.

Theodore was very quiet while eating, and the butler and maids standing around did not dare to make a sound; the only sounds at the entire dining table were the occasional slight clinking of knives and forks.

Finally, Aaron heard his father's voice: "Regarding this battle, Aaron, what is your opinion?"

"Father..."

Aaron organized his words: "From a moral standpoint, the other side violated a sacred marriage contract, so we have sufficient grounds to send troops, but from a topographical standpoint, the other side occupies the upper reaches of the Green Forest and can move downstream, giving them high mobility..."

The vast land of the Green Forest had two lords, Davis and Sotos; it was said that their ancestors even had some blood relations.

But undoubtedly, by this generation, it had already become very thin.

Now, they were even about to meet on the battlefield.

Breakfast time passed quickly; Aaron watched coldly from the sidelines and discovered that although Lady Sonia appeared dignified, the look she occasionally cast toward Colin was truly intriguing.

"It looks like this lady likely considers Sean's previous fall from his horse to be Colin's doing... After all, the other is the legitimate eldest son, Sean's greatest enemy... Hmm, my target is the smallest, but I cannot be careless; sometimes when the eldest and the second fight, it is very easy to get the third killed."

While lost in thought, Aaron arrived at the training ground in front of the castle.

He originally had the habit of exercising every day, and with war approaching, he needed to hone his skills even more.

Aaron looked at his weapon rack; hanging on the black wooden rack were two weapons.

One of the swords had a long, thin blade and a complex, complete hilt; it was light and agile, a Rapier, and also the prototype of modern fencing.

It was the sidearm Aaron carried most often, maliciously named 'Sewing Needle' by Colin, implying it was a weapon only used by women.

But Aaron just smiled and said nothing; he certainly knew that the puncture wounds caused by stabbing were far more troublesome than the wounds caused by slashing.

Whether it was internal bleeding caused by vital organs being pierced or infections brought on by damaged intestines, in this era without surgery, they were terminal illnesses that no one could cure!

Even having an arm or leg chopped off had a higher chance of survival than taking a sword thrust to a vital spot!

Beneath the elegant appearance of the Rapier lay terrifying lethality.

Especially since it was lighter than other swords! And therefore, one could fight for longer.

It could be said that in daily life and street self-defense, the Rapier was absolutely the best choice, worthy of being called the strongest portable cold weapon for dueling in the West.

Aaron naturally put a lot of effort into his Rapier skills.

But at this moment, he had to put it down and sighed: "Inappropriate; although the stabbing sword is very suitable for daily fighting and self-defense because no one wears heavy armor when going out, war is different!"

The commoners in the Davis Territory were naturally unarmored, but the Knights were different!

Every one of them had undergone professional training, their physiques and killing techniques had reached the Peak of Perfection, and they would wear thick metal armor during battle!

That kind of armor includes a series of components—internal armor, breastplate, tassets, helmet, iron gauntlets... it is completely a tin can.

Furthermore, a well-crafted set of Knight armor is comparable to the value of an entire manor!

It is precisely the nemesis of thin and slender rapiers!

Thinking of this, Aaron directly picked up another Cross Longsword.

Its blade is wide, its hilt is pitch-black, and its length is nearly two meters, requiring a tall man to wield it; there are even serrations on the blade, all intended to increase its lethality when hacking at armor, making it a true battlefield weapon!