Reincarnated as a Swordman

Important

After finishing the meal, Ryanair was pushed back to the bedroom by the servant. Lady Eloise always followed her son closely.

Reaching the bedroom door, Eloise directly pushed Ryanair inside.

Although he still had some memories of this body, Ryanair still felt that everything was extremely foreign to him.

As he passed the mirror, Eloise had stopped to rearrange the rug, Ryanair had been able to see his face again.

His face was thin and pale, the face of an old patient. Apparently he carried his mother's genes, his face was extremely delicate and handsome.

When he looked at this face, he felt a little strange. This is his face for the rest of his life.

Then I will get used to it .

Ryanair told himself so. When the bed was finished, Lady Eloise directly carried Ryanair to the bed.

She pulled a pillow close to Ryanair, then kissed Ryanair lightly on the forehead.

- Please sing me a lullaby to sleep.

Softly saying a sentence, Eloise began to sing. She sang soothing lullabies.

Very new, pleasant songs penetrated Ryanair's ears, gradually softening him.

His body wasn't sleepy yet, but his soul was already exhausted.

Since the time of his previous life, he had stayed awake for 3 days and nights to plant bombs, infiltrate and assassinate. He had experienced countless times kissing the scythe of the god of death.

The song kept playing softly. Ryanair showed a tired face.

Eloise slowly hugged Ryanair and said softly:

- I'll lie here with you tonight.

Ryanair was startled for a moment. Instinctive reflexes

- No! It doesn't matter, I can stay alone.

Eloise looked at her son with a surprised face.

- What's wrong Ryanair, normally you like to sleep with me.

Ryanair smiled wryly in his heart.

That's normal, but now I don't want to wake up early, Mom.

Than that, but Ryanair dare not say it. He immediately found a reason to refuse.

- Well, I'm feeling pretty well today, so I want to roll around a bit.

While confused he gave a frivolous excuse, but Eloise still glanced at his son for a moment. Then she kissed him on the forehead again.

- Good night, Ryanair.

Then she quietly left the room.

There was nothing more Ryanair could do. He slowly lay down on the pillow.

Early in the morning, the sun had not yet risen, Ryanair had awoken from his sleep.

Ryanair hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. A fugitive's instincts didn't allow for deep sleep, but Ryanair did it. He had completed everything in his previous life and left everything there, he had died once, so he was no longer afraid of death like before, but the desire for life was still there.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he did was look around.

- Uh... so annoying.

This body of yours is too weak. Just trying to sit up was extremely difficult, with these shaky legs he was certain he wouldn't be able to walk.

He was trying to reactivate his brain and organize everything. And he started to panic.

- Who am I? Where is this? What the hell happened?

From yesterday until now, his body was always in a state of high defense and tension, he always kept his mind calm. But after a comfortable sleep, he began to rethink everything.

Nonsense, why did I come back to life? Why am I put in this body?

Rubbing his head and scratching his ears to think, he still couldn't find any connection.

- And some kind of magic.

He tried to make use of the old Ryanair's remaining memory, but he only saw faint children. The old Ryanair was sick since he was too young and was cut off from the outside world, so his memories weren't very searchable.

In the memories that Ryanair could find, magic was something far-fetched, new, and his mother could also create magic.

The impression in Ryanair's memory was a person who chanted a magic spell, then a huge flame appeared in his hand.

- how's the heat, how much is the attack, the range is maintained,...

He tried to test the power in this world based on his memories. But it is too needy and difficult.

- Wow, my brain hurts.

And so he rolled around in bed as a way to relieve stress. Tossing and turning for a while, he noticed the corner of the room. His vigilance up until now had been thrown back in his previous life, only now he realized it.

In the corner of the room, behind the sofa, there was a poster lying there, he could see it as he stood on his tiptoes.

Immediately he was in a panic.

As a master, why can't I feel him. Oh, I forgot this is another body.

Immediately he realized his own problem and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's obvious that I'm weak, calm, calm,...

Ryanair strained his frail body to see the person behind the chair.

It was yesterday's doctor uncle. From the moment Ryanair slept, he came in here to watch Ryanair sleep.

What does it feel like to be a noble...

He knew next to his room was the laundry room, there were two servants sleeping there so his room needed anything, it was like a very familiar thing in Ryanair's old memories.

- Wow.. gentle exercise for this body a bit.

He did some simple exercises in bed. Since he did not know the strength and weakness of this body, he directly twisted his bones. This is a warm-up skill of highly qualified people, no matter how badly the body is injured, just putting the bones in a special position can maintain physical strength for several days without losing strength.

It would be excruciatingly painful for a few days, since his body was inherently weak, but with Ryanair he couldn't feel anything.

He had finished adjusting his physical state, continued to sit cross-legged to circulate the energy in his body, when the rustling sound again startled him.

Mother it! This body's physical reflexes are too weak, need more practice.

The sound woke the doctor, who quickly got up and approached Ryanair's bed.

- Master. Why are you up early and... you're up, I'll get you some water to wash your face.

Perhaps from yesterday until now Ryanair has brought everyone a bit of a surprise, in a good sense.

- Let me call the lady.

Ryanair was about to say no, but he realized he shouldn't. Being too calm and going through life will make people suspicious.

It is best to act like a child.

Ryanair thinks so. Then he pretended to be loose.

- Uncle, call my mother quickly. I'm hungry, I want breakfast.

It's a bit too much.

Ryanair realizes his statement is a bit exaggerated, a bit smaller than the request for a 10-year-old child...

The doctor smiled, then he went to the small tea table. He put his hand on the sphere, mumbling to himself.

Ryanair is very weak in body right now, but since then in his soul he still has the ability to sense the spiritual energy of the environment. He felt spiritual energy flowing from the doctor's hand into the orb. The sphere gradually glowed with a faint golden light. This aura was very different from the aura in his world.

Then he softly said into the sphere:

"Butler Horn, please inform the lady that the master is awake.

And in the sphere there is also sound.

- Thanks for reporting, Pastor Hal.

Then the light of the sphere disappeared. Ryanair innocently asked the doctor:

- What is that, can you tell me?

Hal looked a bit surprised, but immediately understood that Ryanair had been in the room since he was very young, this orb was just placed here, so it aroused curiosity in Ryanair. He gently explained:

"Master, it's a type of sound transmission magic that's pretty easy to use.

- And what is magic?

Ryanair asked this question, and Hal was a little surprised, Ryanair hastily added:

- No, you mean how does magic appear, just say it appears? Can you show me?

Hal smiled a little and then replied:

"For the time being, I don't know how to teach the master, not just say it appeared. As for what magic is, I'll explain it to you.

Hal raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed lightly, then opened his raised hand:

- There is always magic around us, the magic around us is transparent, normally we don't feel it. Our body is also a reservoir of mana, the more we practice, the more mana it can hold. Well, I'm a light-type magician, so I'm a healing priest. Magic needs chanting so that our mind is focused on the type of magic we want to perform, the longer the chant, the longer it takes to accumulate. In short, magic is the flow of magical energy that we transform and use.... do you understand?

- Uh..... I don't really understand... but never mind, can anyone who uses magic become a priest?

Ryanair already understood the basics of magic, he pretended not to understand anything in order to still match that he was a child.

Hal was trying to stick his tongue together to make it shorter and easier to understand.

- Magic doesn't just make pastors. There are pastors, offensive magicians, defensive magicians, civilian magicians. Civilian magicians are people who have no talent for using magic, and aren't good at anything else important so they use magic in life, that's all.

- What are the other important things...?

- many, a few examples such as swordsmen, spearmen, archers, assassins. A swordsman is a person....

And then Reverend Hal poured out another round of things that Ryanair also knew in the old world.

Ryanair just sat on the bed with his chin on his chin. Hal kept talking without interruption, even when two servants came in to clean the room.

It wasn't until the Infiny butler walked in, with Lady Eloise behind her, that the lecture ended

- Ryanair, my good son, are you awake. What do you eat so that I can get it for you.

As soon as she entered the room, Lady Eloise held her dear child in her arms. Ryanair is trying to take on this new mom, it may take a while.

- Oh, Ryanair, you have to take these medicines first, it's very good for you, try to take them all.

When she took a bowl and placed it in front of Ryanair, he felt a deep pain that the previous Ryanair could not feel.

A small bowl of herbs, but he could feel spiritual energy… not but a tremendous amount of magic power.

With the state of this body, eating two more bowls like this will end the second life.

With that in mind, he decided to find every excuse to refuse.

- Mom... I won't eat this. Last time I ate, my stomach hurt.

He had prepared a face of "I'd rather die without eating", but then Lady Eloise said softly:

- It's okay, you can't eat it, then have breakfast.

And that's Ryanair's second impression of his new mother, minus the beauty - This mother is so easy with her children.

- Open your mouth. aaah......

Ryanair was in the dining room, with Lady Eloise by her side, along with two of her servants.

Ryanair is in the intensive care of his mother, and he is not allowed to eat on his own anymore because of a knife wound on his finger.

Ryanair can eat anything he points to. That's fine, Lady Eloise didn't object because the dishes he chose to eat contained quite high nutritional content.

At first the two servants behind her begged her to let them take care of Ryanair, but Lady Eloise adamantly refused.

   They look sad.

Ryanair saw their downcast faces, he thought they were sad because they couldn't carry out their responsibilities.

He was brought into his mouth by his mother a piece of fish with a slightly larger sauce, making his cheeks puffy. Immediately the eyes of the two servants behind them lit up:

- Oh! So cute.

What face is this?

- Cough! Cough! Cough...

The look on their faces made Ryanair almost speechless, he almost laughed out loud, but made him choke on the sauce of the fish.

Immediately two servants rushed in.

- Master! Are you OK? Let me get you some water!

- Master! Let me wipe it for you.

And so they took the opportunity to constantly stroke Ryanair's back, he didn't know what to say other than his cuteness, Lady Eloise sitting next to him could only smile.

She took the cup of water from the maid and gently brought it to Ryanair's mouth.

- All right, my lovely son, you've made two maids crazy.

The two servants did not object, smiling at Ryanair:

- Because the owner is so cute.

Then someone spoke up:

- Or let me protect the master for you, Emma to protect the mistress?

The servant Emma immediately refused:

- No, Kenya. She is the mistress of the mistress's defense. It's okay without me, but you can't.

And so the verbal battle of the two oystermen took place.

When the lady saw her two servants like this, she coughed lightly. The two maids who heard the cough immediately straightened up and straightened their faces in unison:

- Pardon our rudeness, madam.

Eloise smiled softly.

- It doesn't have to be. And don't you have a daughter too, Emma?

Emma sighed.

- His personality is very strange. She used to be very playful, she was very close to everyone. But lately I've found it a bit alienated, and angry. But hope the owner doesn't mind, it does the laundry very well and is quite hardworking.

At the end of the sentence, Emma's voice took on a hint of worry. Eloise immediately asked:

- It's very hard work, isn't it? Or let her take care of Ryanair.

Ryanair almost choked on more sauce when he heard his mother say that.

Why don't you ask me for anything?

Ryanair feels heartache, it's something children have to accept - letting adults sort things out.