(Author's words: Two chapters, Roger's childhood, 1095-1096, through Roger's perception of childhood, introduces the story background and related characters.

If you don't write it, the book friend said that he didn't understand why Roger didn't fight for power with his brother, and why he didn't issue orders after inheriting the Count.

In fact, it is useless to fight. Before adulthood, Adelaide's regent, the rebellious Normans would not listen to a little kid with no prestige.

But when I wrote it in the front, the book friends reported that it affected the plot, which was too long-winded.

Put it later and affects release.

So put it in the middle for the time being.)

The newborn Roger tried to curb his nervousness. His eyes could not be opened, his body was uncontrolled, and his sense of touch did not help him. His sense of smell was completely occupied by milk fragrance and body odor.

The only thing that could help him was hearing. He found that his ears were particularly sensitive and could even hear the sound of mice crawling in the hall.

Thanks to his efforts in his previous life, Roger was able to barely understand the language of some people around him. This language combines the dialects of people from western and northern France, and seems to be able to find some shadows in modern English. Let's count it in French.

In addition to French, people around him also speak other languages. Roger initially judged that there were at least three languages, and he couldn't understand them.

Roger felt a headache for an international family.

Before Roger could get rid of a headache, he had to face another thing that made him even more headache.

His nanny, a woman with a big smell, likes to rush him up and down, making him look like a clockwork frog, and his mind is almost dizzy.

Do you want me to become an idiot?

However, Roger could not move his hands or speak, just like Qin Ershi under Zhao Gao's control and Emperor Xian of Han held by Cao Cao, what else can be done except accepting his fate?

Roger even suspected that the nurse was the incarnation of Meng Po and came to make up for his mistakes. After all, his current strange state may be caused by the fact that Meng Po was wandering while crossing Naihe Bridge and did not feed him the soup.

Roger felt that letting the nurse turn him into an idiot might bring everything back to normal, but the freedom and independence of the modern soul cannot be provoked.

It's better to die.

Roger gave his promise and he was determined to resist.

Roger cooperated carefully but silently remembered the woman's footsteps and special body odor. After the mother's footsteps entered the room, he began to cry very quietly and gradually increase, "What's wrong with my little baby?"

"Madam, it seems to be hungry." A maid replied.

"Go and call the nurse."

So there was a sound of footsteps leaving, and then Roger's familiar footsteps entered the room.

"lady."

"No gift, the child is hungry."

"No, I just fed it."

Roger pouted his mouth and tried hard to suck.

"I think he's hungry. If I hadn't had enough milk, I would have fed him myself. Now, go and feed him." Adelaide ordered.

So Roger leaned over the body odor he remembered, but this time Roger did not cooperate anymore. As soon as the woman touched Roger, he began to cry. When the woman picked him up, her whole body was twitching. The more the woman coaxed her, the more she hugged her, and Roger cried harder.

However, things went against his wishes. The woman grabbed his head and fucked him hard. Roger's stomach bloated, his face flushed, and his mind was dizzy.

Roger breathed heavily to make up for the lack of oxygen in his body.

"Madam, the young master is full." The woman was proud.

Roger understood that he had no more chances and had to fight to the death.

He took a sip and his trachea immediately protested, and Roger began to cough violently.

The woman patted Roger on the back in panic, but it was too late.

The violent cough caused Roger's poor abdominal muscles to twitch. It challenged the stomach with the diaphragm. The bloated stomach retreated, and a vomiting that was no less than Mount Vesuvius erupted occurred. The surging gastric yogurt flow from Roger's mouth could even destroy Pompeii.

"Ah!" The woman was frightened, and left Roger with both hands, covering her face and crying.

Roger, who suffered from his own deeds, fell into the second crisis of his life.

He was like an inkjet squid, or an inverted rocket, and with the boost of the eruption, he advanced towards the center of the earth with an acceleration of more than one g.

His little heart felt the pleasure of weightlessness and hung to his throat. A pair of warm and familiar hands caught him.

Oh, mom, I love you.

Roger wanted to sing a song to praise his mother, but he forgot the lyrics, so he obediently prostrated himself on his mother's chest, and exhaustion drowned him. Enough, and today it was enough, and he fell into a deep sleep.

After waking up, Roger endured his hunger and vigilantly spread his rabbit's ears and scanned the Messina Castle in all directions. The special footsteps in his memory were gone, and he never heard them again.

Roger's eyes were blurred. He could feel the light, but he couldn't tell the color. But he was not worried that all children would do this.

What made him dissatisfied was his maids, who were trying to mummify him, and were wrapped tightly below his head and shoulders.

Roger was very unhappy. He struggled to resist. He could not control his hands and feet, not to mention that he was stabbed tightly, but he just wanted to struggle.

Gradually, he felt that the bondage seemed to be loose, and he seemed to be able to sit up. He "sees" the scene around him, as if he was dreaming.

He felt like he was out of his body. He was surprised by his state and did not notice that his young body's breathing and heartbeat were slower and slower and he was about to stop.

“Isn’t it too tight?”

"It's better to make his bones straight."

"Look at how cute the young master is, he is frowning."

Roger's imprisoned body formed a huge contrast with his free soul. The latter was eager to get rid of the former's constraints, and he felt like he was "flying".

He seemed to hear a voice: "Go back, you don't belong here."

He focused on pursuing complete freedom, not realizing that his body's pupils had begun to dissipate.

"The young master's eyes are so beautiful, they are black."

"Let me see, really, can he see us?"

"Of course, haven't you seen him open that big?"

"What is he looking at?"

"It must be looking at you. You are the most beautiful, hehe."

"Let's talk about it, I'll tear your mouth." The maids played and shoved.

"Ah!" With a soft cry, a basin of cold water suddenly poured Roger's head and face, and a wooden basin hit the bed frame. The "Bang" sound made the whole room quiet instantly.

"Oh my God!"

"Hurry, look at the young master!"

"Did it hit it?"

"Wow~ I didn't mean it."

"It's all your fault!" The girls panicked, like a group of hens who were blowing up nests.

"Stop quarrel, be quiet!"

So the wrap was untied and someone wiped Roger dry with cotton.

Roger just came to his senses, and he was woken up as if he had been halfway through a dream. He couldn't tell whether the feeling just now was real or what he imagined.

His body told him instinctively: he should cry. But his soul said: Why should we cry? It's just a basin of water. I'm not a child.

His body trembled because of fear, and eventually his instinct suppressed his reason.

Roger thought, that wooden basin almost hit me, you little hens, I almost went to see God because of your negligence.

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and he couldn't help crying.

When Old Roger and Adelaide walked into the room, Roger had stopped crying. He blinked in shame, regretting his loss of composure.

A hazy shadow appeared in front of him, and he smelled the familiar sour smell of his father in his nose.

Mother's voice: "Dear, how are you doing in baby?"

"What can happen? It's just a basin of water." My father muttered indifferently, but he shook in front of Roger for a long time.

"If you make a mistake, go down and receive the punishment." With the Count's verdict, this matter has passed.

Listening to his parents' steps, Roger felt relieved in the whole room.

Roger didn't know how to return to that dreamy state, maybe it was really just a dream.

He started his daily practice again, and he eavesdropped with his ears, which was his only fun at the moment.

Soon, he heard the whimpering of his mouth covering his mouth in the cellar, mixed with crackling whipping sounds, and Roger was thinking about the scene where the girl's butt was whipped. It was so lovely, but unfortunately the children were not suitable. He laughed at himself and turned his attention away.

"Roger,"

Well, Roger was stunned, my mom called me?

"When are you going to arrange Roger's baptism?"

It turned out to be talking to my dad. Roger thought, Westerners are really troublesome and always like to give the same name.

"Christmas is coming in two days, and I am organizing a large ceremony. The vassals, knights, priests, village chiefs, prestigious squire, and all of them are called to the Messina Cathedral."

"That will be a grand event!" Adelaide's voice trembled with excitement.
To be continued...