In the courtyard of Caesar's house in Hangu Town, the Kingdom of Baisos, the Mayan continent, a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a tall and strong brown hair, was waiting anxiously outside the delivery room. His name is Lehman Caesar, and he is the patriarch of the Caesar family. He inherited the throne of viscount that has been passed down for hundreds of years in the family. Now his wife is at the critical moment of giving birth to her third child, and the first two children are just a man and a woman.

"Will this third one be a boy or a girl?" Lehman walked back and forth, feeling nervous, but couldn't help but think a lot.

Not long after, a "wow" cry suddenly came from the delivery room. Then a midwife in her fifties opened the door with excitement on her face, squinted her eyes with a smile and told Lehman: "Congratulations, congratulations, the lady gave birth to a healthy young master, she looks so cute! Now the mother and son are safe!"

Lehman was overjoyed when he heard this and rushed into the delivery room a few steps. He just cared about his relieved wife, but heard another midwife holding the baby and coaxing her. He couldn't help but shout, "Let me hug you!"

After saying that, Lehman carefully took the child from the receiver's hand and looked at him carefully, but saw the little guy staring at him with a pair of innocent blue eyes, his expression was so weird that it seemed to be a look of surprise. Unfortunately, what appeared from his little mouth was a "wow wow wow" cry.

The midwife who had just followed into the house to report the good news immediately said: "Master, the young master is crying so hard! The old woman has been giving birth to her all her life, but she has never heard such a loud cry! The young master will definitely have a bright future in the future!"

As the saying goes, "Without wearing a lot, you don't wear flattery. Lehman, who got a son again, was naturally very happy when he heard it, so he turned his head and ordered Ferred, the butler next to him, "Ferred, give each of them a silver coin!"

The two midwife were overjoyed.

One silver coin? They can only give ordinary families a salary of 5 copper coins at most. Viscount Lehman, the owner of the town, originally agreed to only 10 copper coins. But now they want to reward each of them with one silver coin? This is a total of 100 copper coins, and they can buy 200 black bread. If the family saves some food and supplies, they can last at least three months!

So the two midwife trembled with silver coins in their hands, and left the Viscount's Mansion with great gratitude and ran to the square in the town to promote the benefits of the arrival of the new prince of the lord.

"Dear, what name do you think you should give our third brother a name?" Lehman asked his wife happily while coaxing his son.

"Well... why not call it Roger! I suddenly think this name is pretty good!" Mrs. Christina lazily lay on the bed, suggesting with a smile.

"Roger...Roger Caesar... Well, my dear, then give this name! I think Roger's name is pretty good!" Lehman nodded while pronunciating.

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Twelve years passed in the blink of an eye...

"Master Roger, Master Roger! Madam is urging you! The lady is about to set off to the church in Hetante City, so you can go out and say goodbye quickly!" The voice of a middle-aged woman suddenly came in from outside the bedroom door.

"I understand!" Roger, who was sitting by the bedroom window reading a book, responded, closed the book, and sighed again.

"I've been here for twelve years..."

Roger looked up blankly and glanced at the basically faded gold-edged white sculptures around the bedroom and on the top of the room, vaguely imagining the family's glorious history a hundred years ago. In fact, just from the portrait of the Viscount family's family with the old house in the corridor, which was hanging in the corridor with the old house as the background, you can easily infer the lively and luxurious atmosphere of the old house when it was first built a hundred years ago! But now... the four top corners of his bedroom were repeatedly brushed due to water leakage, but they always treat the symptoms but not the root cause. The reason is that in recent years, they have not been able to squeeze out the remaining 100 silver coins to completely replace the top plywood that has gradually become mouldy in the west area of ​​the ancestral home...

"Hey... it's better than barbecue in previous life, right?" Roger shook his head mockingly, got up and walked out of the door.

Every time I recall my previous life, Roger wonders if he had a very long and strange dream? If he had not repeatedly confirmed that he had kept the memories of his previous life since he was born, Roger might have really thought that he had a twenty-three-year dream in another world... But fortunately, the name of this life is actually called Roger, which is probably a big and small comfort and memorial...

Roger came to the living room and asked the middle-aged white maid Anna, who was already slightly bloated, to wear a formal aristocratic white silk jacket for herself. Although there was no need to worry about these formal aristocratic etiquettes when she sent her sister away from home, a small viscount family could not help but give Floy, the deacon of the Hotante Church, who came to pick her up in person.

In fact, when he first discovered that he was surrounded by white-skinned foreigners, Roger thought he was reborn in the United States or Europe. Then he roughly judged that their understanding of the world was relatively "backward" from the clothes and conversations of these people, so he speculated that he might have traveled to the medieval period of Europe.

Reborn in medieval Europe? Roger did not dare to be careless at this issue at that time. I heard many times in my previous life that the European medieval Holy See was very dark and cruel, and people did not have the slightest freedom of words and deeds. Scientists such as Bruno, Copernicus, and Galillo were often persecuted, among which Bruno was even burned to death by the fissure... So in addition to paying attention to "eavesdropping", Roger had grown up to three and a half years old and had the "qualification" to move around freely without being cared for by maids, so he tried every means to secretly look for books, especially books on humanities, geography and religion to confirm the era and environment he traveled through and the places he needed to be taboo.

As a result, after checking the information, Roger's face turned red and white, because he found that he had not been reborn in the cognitive earth, but had traveled to an unknown different world. The continent where he is currently located is called the Mayan continent. Although the supreme ruling institution of the mainland is still the Holy See, this Holy See believes in the God of Light, not God. There are three empires of Tianfeng, Flan, Luoyun, as well as more than a dozen kingdoms, and dozens of principalities on the Mayan continent. All of these countries, regardless of their size, follow the leadership of the Pope of the Holy See, and pay a considerable tribute to the Holy See every year. Among them, the Viscount family where Roger is affiliated to the Kingdom of Baissus, and the fief is Hangu town located near the important city of Hetante on the northeast border of the kingdom.

In addition to humans, there are also races such as elves, orcs and dwarves on the Mayan continent. Even the legendary dragon races exist. However, these races were either driven away from the fertile land because they were once hostile to humans and were defeated, or they like to stay in the forests of several monsters around the continent, and rarely travel or contact them normally. In this sense, humans are definitely the undisputed dominant races of the Mayan continent.

As a devastating little nobleman who has been passed down for five hundred years on the northeastern edge of the Kingdom of Baissos, the Caesar family is now in a small population, with only more than 3,000 residents in Hangu Town. Moreover, there are many mountains and roads nearby, the land is barren, and there are many wild animals. Various disadvantages have led to the harvest in the fief that cannot be raised, and the grain production can only barely support itself, and it is far from surplus. Even if Hangu Town is not near the Mist Forest, there are often mercenaries who go to the edge of the Mist Forest to hunt monsters and spend money, the local situation will definitely be even worse!

Because Viscount Lehman has a good heart and often reduces taxes from the people in the fief (but according to Roger's analysis, even if his father does not reduce the exemption, he will not receive more copper coins, because the people in the town are too poor. Once the tax is collected at the price, he doesn't know how many people will be killed. It's better to be a good person just...), so he is worried about how to collect the tribute of the Holy See and the national taxes of the kingdom every month. In recent years, his family has sold a lot of valuable ancestral property, and the huge mansion seems to be more and more ruined due to the lack of repairs. Roger then deeply realized how luxurious it was to reward the midwife with one silver coin when he was born...

"Hey, when I heard that my family was named Caesar, I even fantasized about being reborn in the house of Caesar in ancient Rome! I was ironic and ironic..." Roger walked out of the house with a self-deprecating self-deprecating journey.
Chapter completed!