The scorching sun at noon radiated a burning heat, shining through the redwood round window into a small tower near the walls of the Saint Kain Manor.
Du Chen lay on a single bed in the tower, covered with a white fur blanket, bare-chested, staring straight at the crystal ceiling of the bedroom. The glaring light pierced his eyes, but he didn't even flinch.
The crystal tiles on the roof were exquisitely crafted and translucent, reflecting Du Chen's current appearance like a mirror.
With golden long hair, sky blue eyes, a slightly above-average height of over 1.7 meters, but a frail and sickly figure, his skin was fair and delicate, as if it could produce water with a gentle squeeze. This skin was enough to make all those beauties who relied on cosmetics to achieve their beauty envy.
However, Du Chen was extremely troubled by his current appearance. He numbly examined his reflection in the crystal, unable to believe that the handsome blond youth in front of him was himself!
He was supposed to have yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes!
Du Chen turned over and looked at his buttocks in the crystal. There were thirty-six water lily bud tattoos on his left hip. These thirty-six buds varied in size and shape, forming an extraordinary the Eight Diagrams pattern. Among them, the first bud on the trigram Qian was on the verge of blooming, while the other thirty-five buds were wilted.
Seeing the tattoos, a bitter smile finally appeared on Du Chen's numb face. “The Lotus Treasure Mirror" has followed me too…”
Two memories entangled in his mind. One told him that his name was Du Chen, a disciple of the Bodhi Patriarch and the younger brother of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. However, that eccentric master forced him to practice a cultivation method based on doing good deeds, and he couldn't get close to women until his divine technique was perfected. As a result, he had to desperately do good deeds and eventually sacrificed his life in a heroic act.
The other memory told him that his name was Francis Saint Sigre Cain, the third son of Duke Andrews of the Lanning Empire.
Du Chen's memory was clear, but Francis' memories were chaotic. Strange words like the common language of the Einstein Continent, Dou Qi, and Sacred Artifacts piled up like a pot of porridge, jumbled and confusing.
Struggling to sort out his memories, Du Chen finally managed to understand some things. After sacrificing himself in a heroic act, he was reborn and possessed the body of another world's recently deceased noble youth named Francis.
The reason Francis' memories were so chaotic was that he used to be an idiot! From the fragments of memories of being constantly insulted and mocked, Du Chen extracted information about Francis, along with two nicknames that now belonged to him—the Shame of the Saint Kain Family and the Imbecile Third Young Master of St. John City.
“Damn! I really became an imbecile!? Stupid monkey, I despise you, senior brother!” Du Chen thought maliciously, getting up from the bed and examining his now-owned bedroom while looking for clothes.
Considering the situation had already come to this point, what else could he do? Du Chen was an orphan in his previous life, begging and stealing from the age of five, barely surviving. He had endured all kinds of hardships and sufferings.
Regret, anxiety, and uneasiness, these detestable emotions only brought about a worse future, and Du Chen knew this well!
Since There's nothing to worry about, he might as well calmly become the stupid Third Young Master. At least, he wouldn't face the fate of starving to death.
However, since the thirty-six lotus bud tattoos appeared on Francis' body as well, it meant that he would continue to cultivate “The Lotus Treasure Mirror”. He would also have to continue doing good deeds to get close to girl!
Du Chen approached the tall mahogany wardrobe beside the bed. The wardrobe was locked with a medieval European bronze spring lock, and the key was hanging on the doorknob."
However, Du Chen didn't bother to get the keys. Instead, he grabbed two thin wooden sticks from the foot of the bed and casually poked at the lock. With a snap, the lock opened!
Using a key to unlock was too unchallenging for Du Chen. In his previous life, what did he do? He was known as the “Unlocking King,” a thief who dared to steal even from immortals.
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Using a key to unlock…
Du Chen couldn't afford to lose face!
But when he unlocked the door, Du Chen felt that his hands, so fair and delicate, didn't tremble at all. His movements were clean and precise, no different from the skill level he had cultivated through years of practice in his previous life. He couldn't help but feel delighted. Heh, it turned out that the “The Lotus Treasure Mirror” carried his martial arts progress, along with all his skills and knowledge, into this reincarnation!
How interesting!
As long as he still possessed his thieving abilities, he wouldn't starve no matter where he went! Of course, the condition was that he shouldn't steal from immortals again, especially those with some mental issues!
Most of the clothes inside the cabinet were European medieval noble attire, such as loose-sleeved tight-fitting tops and mini-sized pants. Du Chen didn't like this type of clothing because it made him look like two sausages supporting a big loaf of bread – extremely unattractive!
After rummaging around, he found a white floor-length robe and put it on. Then he looked at himself in the crystal mirror above, delighted to see a handsome and noble young nobleman. The only regret was that he looked a bit sickly.
He secretly rejoiced for having such a good appearance this time. Du Chen pushed open the wooden door and walked out. The memories of little Francis timely reminded him that this tower had three floors – he lived on the top floor, and the two lower floors belonged to his old servant Foye and the slave Aliza's bedrooms."
As Du Chen stepped out of the tower, he spread his arms wide and took a deep breath of the air of the Einds Continent. He looked at the medieval noble manor in front of him and felt pretty good!
From this day forward, he was no longer an orphan who relied on stealing to fill his stomach. He was now the young master of an imperial duke!
But just then, a chubby woman emerged from the corner of the wall and interrupted Du Chen's good mood. With a loud crash, she threw down the basin in her hand and exclaimed, “By the holy radiance of Sigru, Francis, are you still alive, you idiot!?”
Du Chen abruptly turned his head and stared fiercely at the fat woman who dared to call him an “idiot”. She was dressed as a servant in a gray linen dress and was fat enough to fit two Du Chens inside her. Her big belly ensured that she couldn't even see her own feet when looking down!
This was a servant? A servant daring to insult the young master!? Damn it! Did the Francis really have no prestige before?
Du Chen's anger flared up. In his previous life, those who knew him either hated him or feared him, but no one had ever dared to insult him because anyone who insulted him paid a heavy price!
The fat woman kept rambling on, “Oh my, the shame of the Saint Kyne family still alive! From now on, when my friends see me, they will mock me as a servant of an idiot…” She caught sight of Du Chen's menacing gaze and suddenly felt a inexplicable sense of fear.
How could this be? He was just an idiot who even the Duke himself didn't care about. Why would she be afraid of him?
Summoning up her courage, the fat woman sternly said, “Francis, since you're not dead, go back to the tower right away and don't come out…”
Slap!
Du Chen walked up to her and slapped her across the face.
“How dare you hit me?”
Slap! Another slap.
The fat woman raised her sturdy arm, preparing to strike back, but Du Chen took a step forward, tripped her with his foot, and pushed her horizontally. With just one move, he threw her massive body to the ground and then stepped on her cheek.
At this moment, a memory of Francis provided Du Chen with a sentence. In the universal language of the Einds Continent, Du Chen said coldly, “You dare hit me?! Dear madam, don't you know that assaulting a descendant of the titled battle gods will get you sent to the crematorium?” Du Chen looked her up and down, shaking his head disdainfully. “It seems I should have you sent to the stake. According to the laws of the Holy Church, I have the right to do so! No, I'll sell you to the trading area of the West City. With so much fat on your body, I can fetch a good price for you as firewood!”
As he spoke, he exerted more force under his feet, ruthlessly trampling on this wicked servant.
The fat woman was dumbfounded, and the pain on her cheeks couldn't compare to the shock in her heart. Oh my god, after Francis recovered from his illness, how did he suddenly become a different person? When did he become so fluent in speaking?
As Du Chen exerted even more force, she felt like her cheeks were about to be crushed. Finally, she became afraid and stammered, “Young… young master, please forgive me, I…”
“You insulted me today, and I have taken note of it!” Du Chen interrupted her and asked, “Old Foye, Aliza, and my eldest brother, where are they?”
These three people were deeply impressed in Francis' memory, and they had all been kind to him.
Du Chen considered them as aids in understanding this world, so he wanted to find them first.
“Master Steve has been locked up in the Siglu Church by Duke-sama. Old Foye and Aliza, they… they have just been driven out of the house!”
Old Foye and Aliza were driven out!? Damn it! Who did it!?” Du Chen felt anger, intense anger. He had inherited everything from Francis, including his emotions.
Now the two people who were about to be driven out were his caretaker for over a decade, who treated him like a father and a teacher, not minding that he was a fool, but instead caring for him deeply. The other was his only friend! How could Du Chen not be angry!?
“When did they leave?”
“Just after the funeral confirmed your death, they should have just reached the front door. Young master, please spare me. I am willing to pay any price for redemption!”
“I will deal with you when I come back!”
Du Chen spared the fat woman and hurriedly ran towards the main gate of Saint Kyne Manor. He didn't have time to take in his surroundings. There was only one thought in his mind: he couldn't lose these two closest people to him!