Tribulation of Mysteries

Chapter 3:

The next day, the sun rose in the Lower Green Forest as usual.

Aaron Sotos prayed in his heart as he pulled open the curtains. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the golden morning sun shining through the window. "Thank goodness … Thank goodness it's not here."

Last night's dream, or rather, the scene in the Goldfinger's world, was too terrifying.

Aaron Sotos was afraid that he had actually changed the real world. If that happened, he would have killed himself. It was a classic example of a transmigrator courting his own death.

"However, I only wanted to change the sun's color. How did the world change so drastically? It seems that the scarlet sunlight contained some terrible pollution that caused the whole world to change in an instant. There was also the sense of madness that came with the power. Could it be … that there's something wrong with my Goldfinger? "

Aaron Sotos opened the drawer and took out a black notebook. This was his Observer's Diary. Half of the content was filled with square words that only he could understand.

…

"Known: After many inquiries, the knights and scholars in the territory currently do not possess the mysterious power."

"Known: The Green Banyan Tree Grandmother is just an ordinary primitive nature worship totem. It has not performed any miracles."

"Known: After secretly probing the maids and others, no one has transmigrated to a clear world in their dreams."

"In summary, it can be concluded that the Dream Reflection is my Goldfinger."

"Through setting targets and reference points, and continuous observation experiments, it can be confirmed that the dream world has its basic operating rules. It is not a world that I imagined … The time flow is different from the real world."

…

"The Month of the Green Banyan Tree Taking Root, 15th. I followed my father to worship the Green Banyan Tree Grandmother. At night, I dreamt of that world again and changed the sun there, causing the whole world to change crazily … Speculating that my Goldfinger's power might be inclined towards chaos? Or it contains elements of madness? "

The hard quill dipped in ink left a beautiful mark on the slightly yellowed paper. Aaron's expression was very serious.

He stopped writing, dipped his quill in ink, and continued writing.

"After changing the world, I feel that my consciousness is extremely weak, as if I have returned to my infancy."

"Speculation: Every time I enter the dream, or every day that passes in the real world, the power in my dream becomes stronger. Did it reach a certain 'limit' last night? Although the accumulated power has disappeared, perhaps a qualitative change has already occurred? "

"The item in the dream cannot be brought to this world. The power in the dream does not seem to be able to affect me in the real world … Then … What's the use of this dream? I can't even confirm if it's real or fake! "

"Conclusion: Garbage Goldfinger!"

Aaron made the last stroke, closed the notebook, and sighed.

In this alternate world, it was really distressing to have a useless Goldfinger with him.

Although last night's performance proved that the Goldfinger might not be so useless, it was not very useful.

There was nothing he could do in the face of the impending war.

"Although it's only a brawl between village chiefs and village chiefs, it's still possible for someone to die if they're not careful."

Feeling a little emotional, Aaron went to the dining room and had breakfast with his family.

Breakfast was quite sumptuous. There was baked bacon, white bread, various fresh fruits, and milk.

Theodore, Sonia, Colin and Ginny are all here.

Apart from them, there was also a kid in his teens with white cloth and wooden boards tied around his legs. He was Aaron's third brother, Sean Sotos.

Since Aaron's mother had passed away due to illness, the Lord had quickly married his third wife. Their relationship was quite good.

Especially after giving birth to Sean, for Colin, his greatest enemy and opponent had appeared.

But at this moment, Sean cut his food with his fork and knife while glancing at Aaron as if showing off.

What is this? Showing off that you don't need to go to the battlefield because you're injured? No, you don't need to go to the battlefield at all …

Aaron rolled his eyes and sat down in his seat.

Theodore was very quiet as he ate. The butler and maids around him did not dare to make a sound. Only the occasional sound of knives and forks could be heard at the dining table.

Finally, Aaron heard his father's voice. "What do you think about this battle, Aaron?"

"Father …"

Aaron organized his words. "From a moral point of view, the other party has violated the sacred marriage contract, and we have sufficient reasons to send troops. But from a topographical point of view, the other party occupies the upper reaches of the Green Forest and can go down with the flow. They are very mobile …"

There were two lords in the vast Green Forest, Davis and Sotos. It was said that their ancestors were related by blood.

But without a doubt, by this generation, it was already very thin.

Now, they were about to meet on the battlefield.

…

Breakfast time quickly passed. Aaron observed coldly from the side and noticed that although Madam Sonia looked dignified, she would occasionally glance at Colin with a playful gaze.

'Looks like this madam probably thinks that Sean's fall from the horse was Colin's doing … After all, the other party is the eldest son of the first wife, Shawn's greatest enemy … Mm, I'm the smallest target, but I can't be careless. Sometimes when the eldest and second eldest fight, it's easy to kill third eldest.'

While deep in thought, Aaron arrived at the training ground in front of the castle.

He had a habit of training every day, and with the impending war, he needed to continuously hone his skills.

Aaron looked at his weapon rack. On the black wooden rack, there were two weapons hanging on it.

One of the swords had a long and thin blade, with a complicated and perfect handguard. It was light and agile, a swift sword, and also the prototype of modern fencing.

It was the weapon that Aaron carried with him the most. Colin maliciously named it 'sewing needle', meaning that it was a weapon only used by women.

But Aaron just smiled and didn't say anything. Of course, he knew that puncture wounds were far more troublesome than those caused by slashing.

Regardless of whether it was internal bleeding caused by piercing the vital organs or infection caused by damaged intestines, in this era without surgery, they were incurable diseases that no one could treat!

Even if an arm or a leg was chopped off, the chances of survival would be higher than being stabbed in the vitals!

Under the swift sword's elegant appearance, there was a terrifying lethality.

In particular, it was lighter than other swords! Because of this, it could last longer in battle.

It could be said that in daily life and for self-defense on the streets, the sword was definitely the best choice. It could be said to be the strongest portable cold weapon in the West.

Aaron naturally put a lot of effort into his sword skills.

But at this time, he had no choice but to put it down. He sighed, "This is not the right time. Although the sword is very suitable for daily self-defense, because no one wears heavy armor when going out, war is different!"

The commoners in Davis's territory naturally did not have armor, but the knights were different!

Every one of them had undergone professional training, and their physique and killing skills had reached the pinnacle. When fighting, they would wear thick metal armor!

That kind of armor included a series of parts – inner armor, breastplate, skirt armor, helmet, iron gloves … It was completely an iron can.

So much so that a set of excellent knight armor was comparable to the value of a manor!

It was the nemesis of thin swords!

Thinking of this, Aaron directly picked up the other cross shaped longsword.

Its blade was broad, and the hilt was pitch black. Its length was close to two meters, and only a tall man could wield it. There were also serrations on the blade, all for the purpose of increasing the lethality of slashing armor. It was a real battlefield weapon!