The Sin of Ludwigs

When approaching North America, the captain reminded me of one thing.

"The residence of the Duke of Lane from London, England is in New Jersey. After you get there, try to find a way to meet the Duke. I believe that based on your background, staying in New Jersey is not a problem."

However, people are not as good as God. After passing through a small island group, the captain received an order that this group of mercenaries go directly south to Georgia to join the Georgia Governor's army and replace a small town of about 300 people in a small town called Bambeck. company.

Facts have proved that this is an out-and-out tragedy.

Bambeck simply doesn't have enough troops, let alone equip these so-called soldiers who have just set foot on land again and are exhausted and have no training at all. Georgia, where she is located, has relaxed its policy since the governor decades ago In order to attract the population, a large number of debtors, bankrupts and hooligans from all over the world gathered. When the relationship between the colony and the nobles in London was delicate, the illegal groups derived from these people acted as the colony’s dissatisfaction with the British Isle. The thugs of the ruling nobles and estate owners.

Ten days after we arrived in Bamberg, dozens of horse thieves riding tall horses and brandishing torches and muskets broke through the poor defense of the town in a group, looting and killing around the camp.They laughed wildly, threw burning torches on houses and warehouses made of wood, and dragged the captured soldiers to run behind their horses. In the chaotic fire, I saw the day and taught me a lesson The body of Captain James hung on a wooden pole, the black and red captain's uniform on his body was so suffocating under the burning fire.

The horse thieves shouted "Surrender!" in English with a severe accent, surrounded each other and slaughtered all breathing creatures in the camp. yelling, and some of them sound very familiar.In extreme panic, I ran out from the west side of the camp with the scattered soldiers and plunged into the icy river in the autumn night.

The river water was extremely cold, and the tight British shirt was surprisingly heavy after absorbing the water. I had to try my best to catch anything that floated in front of me-thanks to the heroic rescue of the beauty when I was a teenager. Learned to swim in the manor!Seeing the people who jumped into the river disappear one by one in the river under the darkness of night, I miraculously caught a piece of driftwood going down the river. It took me to drift all night and saved me life.

At dawn, an old black slave who was picking up dead wood by the river found me. He followed me drifting in the river for a while, trying to fish me up, but the dense forest stopped him, and he could only watch helplessly. The river carried me farther and farther away, and gradually, the figure of the old black slave disappeared.

When the sun rose to the highest altitude, the driftwood finally ran aground in a piece of shallow water. Exhausted, I used my last strength to climb up the river beach, and lay on my back on the gravel-covered river like a dead fish, looking at nothing in the sky. The sun, which radiated heat mercilessly, almost cried out.

——From the luxurious Ludwigs to the deserter who was almost drowned, what an absurd fate!

I am asleep.

When I woke up again and opened my eyes, I saw a crow standing on my chest, its dark eyes staring at mine.

The hell is waiting for me to die.

The morning dew dampened the bird's feathers, and I caught it easily and broke its neck.The crow's flesh is bloody, but it will last me longer than the river.

I don't have fire, I don't know how to make fire, and I don't know what fruit is edible and what herb is good for medicine. Without the servants, I actually don't know anything.

But it's not my fault, I was born a nobleman, and the nobles have someone who arranges everything for them.

I want to live.

I want to go back, at least to spread the word that I'm still alive in the colonies.

Viscount Edmund is my biggest backing, but is it possible that little Viscount Edmund is not her only hope?

Inheritance of heirs is the deathbed of nobles. Without an heir, the title will be taken back, the manor will be embezzled, and the lady who has lost all support will eventually be sent to a remote monastery by a lover who is tired of her one day. Peeping at the sky where the birds fly by in the tower, dying alone one day in an unknown place.

The battle between the nobles is polite, but it is the field of Shura that is more cruel than any enemy

The clothes got even tighter after drying, and I was almost out of breath.Going downstream along the river, I found a diversion channel, followed it for a long time and stumbled, and after groping through a bush, a large expanse of endless floating white appeared in front of me.

It was an endless stretch of maturing cotton plantations.

The workers who were working in the field stared dumbfounded at me suddenly appearing from the bushes. They yelled at each other and surrounded them vigilantly, asking me about my origin in heavily accented English.

I tried my best to pronounce it clearly, and said it twice in English and French: "I am a nobleman."

Then said it twice: "Give me food and water."

The white foreman looked at me suspiciously. I later learned that he could not understand French, but he had heard the master and his servants conversing in this language.

He ordered someone to bring me rough black bread and water, and then looked at my eating like a hungry ghost returning from hell with suspicious eyes.

I was really hungry, and it took a lot of energy to drift in the icy river. I only ate a few wild fruits along the way. Throat black bread, I can even gobble it up.

One mouthful of bread and one mouthful of water, the water in the small wooden bowl was quickly consumed, and I passed the bowl to the side easily.

——No one answered, and the wooden bowl fell to the ground with a bang.

I was stunned for a moment, and then realized that there was no servant to hold the bowl for me now. I was about to pick it up, but the foreman showed a "really like this" expression and ordered a black slave to pick up the bowl.

Then he forcibly broke my palm and took away more than half of the remaining black bread.

"People who have been hungry for a long time can't eat too much at once, otherwise they will be stuffed to death." He said to me twice with a strong accent.

I still felt very hungry, burning like hunger, and soon this hunger turned into real pain-the wild fruit I ate on the road was poisonous, it made my stomach turn upside down, and I almost vomited out my intestines.

The foreman found me an empty hut where the sundries were piled up, and a young nigger was to look after me.

In the next few days, I learned that this is a small plantation in the domain of Earl Ian William Haggs. This plantation has thousands of hectares, including the river I went down but the count did not like to come this way, he was a great hunter, and there was not much game that would interest him here.

Higgs, I remember seeing this surname when I memorized the genealogy of the English nobility.

Captain Brand also mentioned that among Georgia's aristocratic lords, the Higgs family is considered the strongest group. The lords of their generation are a pair of twin brothers. Their territories are connected, and their respective territories are very vast.

The foreman quickly reported the incident to the plantation steward. After I recited the glorious achievements of the Higgs family's ancestors in England and my ancestors in French, the steward was convinced of my identity. For the most part—French is recognized as the common and elegant language of nobles from all over the world, and being familiar with the family trees of nobles from various countries is the basic accomplishment of a qualified nobleman.

However, the butler's expression was strangely tangled. He vaguely hinted that Earl Ian didn't really like England far away, and suggested that I personally write a letter and send it to the Earl.

And before the master's reply comes, he will arrange for me a clean room that is tidy and not indecent, and two servants, a man and a woman.

Just write, I'm not English anyway.

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I finally got my brother out... (daily thinking about pigeons)