Published: March 11, 2025
Chapter 1: I Woke Up
"Young master, young master, it's time to get up for breakfast."
A frail but very serious voice rang in Zhao Hai's ears. Zhao Hai paid no attention, only feeling a terrible headache, thinking it was his computer that hadn't been turned off, and the drama was reciting lines in the background.
But the voice continued, "Young master, it's time to get up. As a noble, getting up on time is a good habit."
Zhao Hai paused for a moment because the voice didn’t seem like it came from the computer; it felt very real, as if it was right next to him, and could not have come from his broken speaker.
Despite the pain in his head, Zhao Hai forced himself to open his eyes, but instead of seeing the familiar white ceiling of his home, he saw a gauze curtain.
Zhao Hai was stunned, turned his head, and found himself lying on a large wooden bed. Beside the bed stood an elderly man in his fifties, with neatly combed gray hair and a serious expression, calmly watching him.
Zhao Hai stared blankly at the stern-looking old man, then shifted his gaze around. This was a stone house, very simple, with only a large bed he lay on, a desk, and a chair as the furniture. The floor and walls seemed freshly cleaned, the window had a wooden frame covered with a layer of white paper, and there was a shining stone for lighting above. The entire house had nothing else.
At this moment, the old man said again, "Young master, you are fine now. Please get up quickly. As a noble, you should have a regular lifestyle. It is breakfast time; please get up quickly."
Zhao Hai's eyes turned to the old man, and a sudden thought flashed through his mind: I've transmigrated! Then he felt a sharp pain in his head and fainted again.
When Galen Budah saw Zhao Hai faint again, he was slightly stunned and quickly walked outside. There were four people standing outside: two men and two women. The two men looked young, probably only in their teens, but both were under two meters tall, with muscular builds like iron castings, dark skin, and short hair. They looked exactly alike—twin brothers—but their expressions were a bit dull.
The two women included an older one, around forty, who was quite plump with blue hair and a kind expression, now showing a look of deep concern.
The younger girl, only sixteen or seventeen, had long green hair, an oval face, a petite figure, and fair skin—a rare beauty—now with her head down, looking dazed.
Seeing Galen come out, the older woman immediately asked, "Galen, how is it? Has the young master woken up?"
Galen nodded, then shook his head and said, "He woke up but fainted again. Merlin, is your magic ineffective? Or is there a problem with those medicines? Did someone tamper with them?"
Merlin's face turned cold, "If that's the case, I'll deal with those guys. Although the young master is a bit of a jerk, he's the last bloodline of the Budah family. Have the bastards of the empire forgotten how much Master did for the empire back then? This bunch of ungrateful scoundrels!"
Galen said solemnly, "You should go in and check. If it doesn't work, use water magic to heal the young master. No matter what, we must preserve the last bloodline of the Budah family."
Merlin nodded but then glared fiercely at Galen, "If the young master recovers, you're not allowed to impose any noble requirements on him. We're in this hellish place now; who cares about noble etiquette? They can all go to hell! Just thinking about those noble faces makes me nauseous."
Galen looked at Merlin helplessly but still said seriously, "No, the young master is still a viscount. He must act like a noble. I will teach the young master to be a true noble, to repay the great grace of the Budah family."
Merlin glared at Galen fiercely, "If you dare treat the young master like that again, I'll stop cooking for you, starving you to death. We don't know how long we can last in this place, and given those people in the Imperial Capital, do you really think the young master will have a chance to return to the empire? Stop dreaming."