Dawn Monday, October 13, 873.

Alan, get up”, the greeting from the aunt and the knocking knock on the door made Alan, who was sleeping in a daze, wake up immediately.

He came to a new and strange world and encountered a huge change. Although he fell asleep, he still couldn't sleep well, so he woke up the moment he heard the sound.

I turned over and got out of bed, took off my pajamas cleanly, and opened the wardrobe as I did in my memory. Among the few sets of clothes that were not beautiful at all, I could only say that they were clean and neat. I chose a set of clothes that were more in line with his aesthetic views. The black linen long sleeves were washed with faded but still neat black linen trousers.

After putting on clothes that were quite contemporary, I looked at the mirror and found that there was not much incongruity. It was similar to my original personality and preferences, so I opened the door.

Some toothache squeaks sounded on the old wooden ladder under his feet. He lived in a huge attic insane castle with a former Western Gothic style. Of course, this castle could not belong to the Allen family, they were just a tenant here.

The castle was formerly the Cathedral of Dawn, which was famous in the northern part of the empire. It was broken in the coup of the third son of Charles VI and was later transformed into a military fortress. After Charles VII succeeded to the throne, the fortress was abolished and given to an earl. After the Count's prodigal descendants lost all their property, they took the castle to a merchant. The merchant did not move in for some reason, but converted it into a huge apartment.

Originally, my uncle's family was a wealthy middle class. My uncle had a decent and well-paid job - the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, while my aunt was a teacher at a local school.

But a few years ago, an economic crisis broke out, and the entire empire was in a downturn. The eldest uncle lost his job. The family could only rely on the aunt's meager salary to support him. They thought it was just a short-term crisis, but later the economic crisis became more and more serious, and the blessings became unparalleled. Arthur fell ill again, and a serious illness consumed the small amount of savings left in the family.

Seeing this, my uncle decisively sold the single-family townhouse that the couple had been fighting for many years. When they sold the house, the first time it was revealed in the world due to the economic crisis. Most people did not clearly recognize its harm. There were also people who were smart and wanted to make a fortune. My aunt initially complained about her selling it at 60% of the original price, but three months later she began to praise her uncle for her wise actions.

Three months later, the economic crisis broke out in full swing, and the idiots who speculated in real estate broke down. Not only did the Imperial Bank confiscate the property, they also owed a large amount of debt. During that time, the people who jumped from the high building were not less than those in the Grah River.

After going downstairs, I walked to the center of the living room where there was a small long paulownia square table, which was the place for the family to eat. Not far from the wooden table was a somewhat old sofa. There was a wooden tea table in front of the sofa, and there were several small stools next to the tea table. Arthur and Dinah usually did their homework there.

"Allen, have you washed up and have breakfast."

Seeing Ellen come down, the eldest aunt greeted her, and the two lazy little guys at the dinner table opened their sleepy eyes and greeted Ellen, "Good morning, brother."

"Well." Allen smiled at them, a familiar feeling surged into his heart, just like he had done it thousands of times in the past, but Allen knew clearly that today was only the first time.

"It's not bad," Allen thought so in his heart. It was just the first time we met in the true sense, but it gave him a warm feeling of a stable and peaceful home.

Maybe this is the remaining memories of the body that affect him, but he does not feel disgusted. If he takes up other people's bodies, he has to take on his due responsibilities. Moreover, although he grew up in an orphanage in his previous life, he has never felt the warmth of a real family.

After a moment of trance, he came to his senses and looked at the dining table. On the blue and white tablecloth, there was a large bowl of steaming potato soup, and on the other side there was a slightly black bread. It was not the kind of medieval black bread. The terrifying weapon that could be used to fight criminals was almost extinct in his memory.

The two little guys and him also had a cup of warm hot milk in front of each. It was not so tall or so exquisite, but it was an excellent breakfast.

More than two years have passed since the economic depression that destroyed countless families. The Allen family has not suffered much loss in that unprecedented economic crisis. Compared with the disbanded wife and children, the situation of displacement can be considered much better. Just such a meal can be called a luxury in the eyes of many people.

They also have a place to live, have a stable job and a stable income. After that, my uncle found a job, which is still in the media industry, but he is not the editor-in-chief, but a reporter. But this is enough, and it was only what he had finally found after his old classmates.

While constantly reviewing the relevant information in my brain and eating breakfast, the sweet and smooth texture of potatoes is mixed with a little bit of fine salt, which makes people feel extremely satisfied. The taste of bread is also good, with a slightly hard texture. After meeting the potato soup, a wonderful chemical reaction occurred. The fragrance of wheat and the deliciousness of potatoes are integrated, as if people are in a natural field.

This is something he had never experienced in his previous life. After eating almost the same food, he gently lifted the glass containing milk to his mouth and drank it slowly. However, it was obvious that he was drinking milk, but it gave people the illusion that he was savoring wine carefully. In fact, this was just a habit he developed before.

After drinking the milk, he sat quietly for a few minutes, watching the two little guys eating the panel and drinking milk in a daze. His little face looked like a little cat and he didn't even realize it. He also had a faint smile on his face.

After the two little guys finished eating, Allen got up to help them pack the tableware, and gently wiped the milky white marks on the corners of their mouths with a small scarf on their collar. When she wiped Dinah's mouth, she was very well-behaved. She was just five years old and looked at Allen with her big watery eyes. Her sweet smile seemed to refreshing malt sugar, which made him so sweet that he lost his teeth. Allen, who was nearly thirty years old in his previous life, finally understood the control of those daughters. If he had such a daughter, who would have snatched him up with him, he would have wanted to cut that person into two parts.

When Arthur wiped his mouth, he was not so polite. He held the scarf and rubbed it on his face, as if it was not a scarf that wiped his mouth, but a handkerchief for washing his face. Arthur's little mouth pouted, and his face was a little thin and his face was full of resentful expressions of being abandoned, "Brother, can't you be gentle?"

Allen ignored the performance of this drama artist. After helping them wipe the corners of their mouths, he walked straight to the kitchen. The kitchen was not big, and he couldn't accommodate a second person moving around. He stood in front of the pool and turned on the faucet, listening to the constant splashing sound of water, while washing dishes, thinking about how to break the situation, but after thinking about it, he couldn't come up with an answer.

After washing the dishes, he greeted the two little guys and the eldest aunt and went out with a blue and white backpack with some worn marks.

The aunt wanted to send Arthur and Dinah to school in person, but he only went to school alone. Yes, Allen is still a high school student, but the high school in this world is somewhat different from his previous life. He was already divided into subjects and majors in high school. Once he graduated, he could start working. Only students who wanted to continue their studies were still trying to get into college, and he studied the more popular mechanical major.

Not only is the number of universities scarce, but it also requires extremely high tuition fees to go to college. Therefore, most people will only graduate from high school. Even some middle-class people with shallow families will give up this opportunity and try to let their children take other paths.

Walking on the road in the early morning and looking at the scorching sun in the distance, Alan walked towards the school with vigorous steps. No matter who he saw, he would only feel like a hardworking child, but only Alan himself knew how much effort it took to go along the way.

It seemed that he was just going to school on a normal basis, but he kept looking around with his light, carefully checking whether there were suspicious people along the way, but he didn't find anything abnormal until the school.

He came to the school with fear all the way, forbidden to enter the classroom and be in his seat. It was not until this time that he felt a little relieved. No matter which world or country, he attached great importance to education. Few people dared to risk the world's worst to come to the school to cause trouble. Those who do that are either stupid or truly bold. The former one does not have to worry, while the latter one, if something that has never been encountered in two lives, now he will have no luck to recognize.

Sitting in the seat, taking out the textbook from the bag and putting it on the table, looking at someone else's perspective, Alan was actually in a daze, rethinking all this.

"Three possibilities, one is that no one wants to harm me at all. The strangeness in my memory is just an hallucination before death, and the original body died of a sudden illness; two, my inference is not wrong, but the other party has left after success, and I don't know that I am still alive, so there are two more possibilities. For some reason, I killed the original body, or took on a certain task to kill me, but why, what is the reason? Three, the other party has not left yet, but has not found a suitable opportunity to start again, or want to know how I survived, that is, I may not have escaped from danger."
Chapter completed!