They recognized their feelings, but the knight had been reincarnated as a fox cub

Apart from not being very tasty, it was enough to fill my stomach.

I found a prayer bench somewhere and spent the night there.

Maybe it was because he had put down the burden of being a knight, but Fate was not awakened by his biological clock as usual. He slept until early in the morning, and only woke up drowsily by the sound of a padlock turning.

"Mr. Fate, did you sleep well last night?" In the early morning, Rowling, who came to the church to clean up, saw the armored man sleeping in a very indecent posture on the bench at first sight.

"Hmm..." Fate rubbed his waist, and seeing Rowling coming, he turned over and continued to sleep.

It has been a long time since I had such a comfortable sleep, and Fate didn't want to get up so early to go to work.

"............." Miss Rowling just sighed when she saw this.

It was indeed not yet time to go to work, so she came here early for maintenance and cleaning, and had no intention of waking Fate up.

The day's work began. At eight o'clock in the morning, when the church was officially opened, Fate staggered out of his chair and stretched.

Rowling was speechless for a moment.

The chair was so hard, and he didn't mind sleeping on it even though he was wearing armor.

After thinking about it, I felt relieved.

He could even fall asleep while standing, so sleeping in armor was a common practice.

I ate the remaining dried meat and pickled vegetables as rations and regarded them as breakfast.

Fate stood in front of the church again, ready to start a new day's work.

At noon, most of the believers who came to pray and worship went out for lunch. The godfather was out for something today and was not in the church. There were only Fate and Rowling in the huge church.

"Mr. Fate, it's time for lunch." Having not seen Fate for a long time, Rowling came to the door of the church curiously and found the armored man dozing against the door again.

"..............." Is this guy here to be a guard or to sleep? Didn't he get enough sleep after sleeping for so long this morning? ?

Rowling was speechless. If the church was not currently short-staffed, and had it not received the personal letter of recommendation from the minor noble, they would not have hired such a lazy guy who did not do his job properly.

"Hmm? Is it time for lunch?" Upon hearing Rowling say the words 'lunch', the armored man who was just dying and listless immediately looked up and looked around.

"Where's the food?"

"........" Rowling could no longer maintain the smile on her face.

"Mr. Fate, you fell asleep again."

"........I'm sorry." After being caught slacking off, Fate didn't make any excuses and actively admitted his mistake. "I won't do it again next time."

"Next time?" Rowling pursed her lips.

To be honest, she now doubted whether Fate's claim that he was a knight before was just a lie, or that he did not retire normally, but was fired by his superiors because he was not serious and reliable in his work.

The more she thought about it, the more Rowling felt that this possibility was very high.

If the guard doesn't do his job and sleeps at the door all day, what's the point of hiring him?

Rowling finally understood why the young master Barkley had given Fit to them. Building the official Dawn Church was an order from the imperial capital, and the local lords were just following orders. As direct executors, the local lords had their own plans, and most of them were not that serious.

When I thought of this, the bread and soup in my hands no longer tasted good.

Fate on the side was eating with gusto, making 'smacking' sounds from time to time.

I said, if you don’t take off your helmet when you sleep, you should take it off when you eat, right? ?

How does he manage to eat so voraciously while wearing a closed-face helmet?

If Rowling hadn't seen what Fate looked like, she would have suspected that he was a spirit of armor.

The nun is very depressed now. When she thinks about working with this taciturn, slacking off at work, and weird guy in the future, she feels a headache.

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"Mr. Attendant, have we taken the wrong road again?" The young noble in the carriage was already becoming impatient with the bumpy mountain road.

"Master, don't worry. We didn't take the wrong road. We just wanted to avoid being seen and unnecessary troubles. We tried to take this remote mountain road."

"I am really impressed. This broken mountain road is making my butt numb!" The young nobleman muttered with resentment, but he also understood what they were doing, so he had to lower the carriage curtain and return to the car in a depressed mood.

"Master, it's getting late. How about we rest here tonight?"

"That's fine. If it keeps going this way, I'm afraid I won't even be able to get off the carriage."

Yes, this caravan was the same one that Fate encountered in Ford Village, and now they were passing through a bumper cornfield.

Looking at the golden corn, many caravan guards became distracted.

Tsk, how tasteless.

The young nobleman got off the carriage with the help of his servants. He saw that the guards he hired were all looking at the corn on the ground involuntarily, and he felt contempt in his heart.

They are so ignorant that they can be tempted by the coarse grains that farmers use to feed livestock.

"Master, what do you think that is?"

"What is that? Don't tell me that after following me around and enjoying the good life, you also want to eat the stuff that is fed to livestock." The young noble glanced at his personal guards with disdain.

"No, I'm not talking about the corn. Look, there's a wooden house not far from the cornfield."

"Nonsense, who else planted these corns?"

"I mean, look at that wine glass hanging next to the cabin!"

"Wine glass?" The young noble was puzzled. What kind of wine glass was worthy of his personal guards making such a fuss?

When he lazily glanced over there, he looked doubtful at first, then he rubbed his eyes, quite shocked.

"What is that wine glass?" The young noble's gaze was immediately completely absorbed by the wine glass, unable to move away.

He is not a frog in a well who has been farming all his life and has never broadened his horizons. After working in this business for so many years, he can see the value of the wine glass at a glance.

Chapter 24: 23~Should it be here?

Judging from its shape and luxury, this wine glass is not even a mass-produced aristocratic utensil. It seems more like a private order by some famous and wealthy nobleman. The cat's eye gem used for decoration on it alone can buy more than a dozen carriages of gold-plated wine glasses used by ordinary nobles.

In any case, this wine glass is definitely not something a farmer can own. They don’t even understand the value of this wine glass, otherwise they would not put it in such a conspicuous place.

The young noble rolled his eyes, and a good idea came to his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Don't these guards want to eat corn? Come on, let's talk to this family and see if they are willing to sell us some." The young noble said as he walked towards the house and knocked on the door.

"Stop knocking, stop knocking, someone's coming...who is it?" The person who opened the door was an old man wearing a straw hat. He was stunned when he saw the noble and his guards outside the door, who were dressed in gorgeous and luxurious clothes.

How come there are distinguished guests in this remote place?

"Excuse me, old man, is this cornfield yours?" The young nobleman showed sufficient politeness in his conversation.

"Ah, yes, you are?"

"Excuse me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Chris Buckley, the eldest son of Earl Buckley. I am passing through here on business and would like to do you a favor."

"Oh? What's convenient?"

"My subordinates came from the city and they seem to be craving for corn. I also want to try it. How about this? I will take over all the corn in this cornfield. You can help me pack it."

"Ah? All booked?" The old man doubted his ears and thought for a moment he had heard it wrong.

"That's right, don't worry, I will buy it at a price 30% higher than the market price." Chris spoke gently, like a well-educated young man.

"What?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "You, are you serious?...Oh, I mean, of course there is no problem."

What kind of luck is this today? Has Torrenia opened his eyes? He met a stupid and rich noble young master.

He was originally very annoyed by the mountain rats' surprise attack on the cornfield a few days ago, but he didn't expect that someone would come today to "share his worries".

The old man happily took Chris outside to pick corn, and boasted about it enthusiastically, but he didn't know that Chris's mind was not on the corn at all.

"Hey, old man, what is hanging outside your house?" Chris pretended to have accidentally discovered a wine glass and asked in confusion.

"Oh, that one? My son found this chamber pot in a cornfield a few days ago. He thought it was useless, so he just hung it there."

Chamber pot? ?

Hearing this, Chris tried his best to suppress his laughter, and at the same time, the contempt in his heart grew.

"This thing is well made." Chris appropriately expressed his interest in the wine glass.

"Ah, I don't know which family lost this thing. Anyway, it's not worth much money. If you like it, take it. It doesn't need to be put here and take up space." The old man waved his hand.

Chris almost laughed out loud, but no matter how happy he was in his heart, he couldn't show it on the surface.

"Oh, is that true?"

"Hey, this thing doesn't look very useful, just think of it as a gift for buying you corn."

"Okay, old man, you are so straightforward. In addition to corn, I will buy more of other crops. I can't let you suffer a loss, right?"

Oh, this is truly an honest noble.

The old man was delighted.

In this way, both parties felt that they had made a good profit.

The old man's piled up crops were sold, and Chris got the wine glass as he wished. Both of them made money and both have a bright future.

"Master, are you going to keep this wine glass for yourself?"

"What's the point of keeping it? Do you know how much this wine glass is worth? Any gem on it can buy a villa!" Sitting back in the carriage, Chris eagerly played with the wine glass in his hand.

"That........."

"I'm a bit short of money lately, otherwise why would I take the risk of taking the small road instead of the official road? Isn't it just to transport these things into the city smoothly?"

"Tsk tsk, this is top-notch merchandise. It will surely fetch a lot of money on the black market!"

"......Master, this wine glass doesn't look like a mass-produced product. If it is sold on the black market, will the original owner find out?"

"So what? It's already on the black market. Do you think the original owner can find out the source of this product? Unless she is the queen, how can we start to investigate? Besides, we didn't steal it. The process is reasonable and legal. What are you afraid of?"

"Besides, am I so stupid as to sell this wine glass directly on the black market? I have to disassemble it and sell it separately. Can't I just disassemble the wine glass and the cat's eye gem and sell them separately?"

"Besides, maybe the owner of the wine glass didn't want it anymore and just threw it into the field. We didn't do anything wrong. We just picked it up and bought it back from someone else. Is there any problem with that?" Chris rolled his eyes at his subordinate.

"Uh, uh, now that you mention it, it seems to be true..." The subordinate scratched his head, thinking that it did make sense.

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It was late at night and dusk was falling over the White Stone Church.

"Gurgle~~" The armored man woke up from a daze and turned over. He felt that his body sensation had changed slightly.

He kicked off his heavy armor and sat on the bench with his feet splayed out in confusion. In the moonlight, his long, silky hair as white as silver moonlight and snow flowed down to his shoulders.

Ahhh........

What happened?

Fei Tao put her hands on her head in distress, and as expected, she touched the pair of big furry ears. The big tail behind her, as soft as a quilt, swayed up and down with her emotions.

She clearly didn't mobilize her magic essence? Was it the fox blood in her body that boiled in the middle of the night?

What's going on? Blinking her big, different-colored eyes, despite her small and soft body, her fox eyes are full of charm and amorous feelings.

Forget it, I’m awake now, let me go to the bathroom.

"Fox Fox..." Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Fei Tao took out a tissue from her sleeve and quickly ran to the public toilet in the church.

Unbutton your belt and squat down.

Patter, Patter, Patter...

It’s so troublesome, fox.

Even though almost a week had passed, she was still not used to this change of identity.

Although she had been a girl before, that was a long time ago. After more than 20 years of fighting and her extreme aversion to the Nine-Tailed Fox bloodline, she successfully assumed the identity of a boy.

How could it be so easy for her to switch back now?

Normally, you can use the pendant to deceive yourself, but you cannot deceive yourself with the natural metabolism of organisms.

Chapter 25: 24~The white silk has a smell