Chapter 4, I am still an Earthling

On the fourth day, after cleaning the castle, Baron Neville, together with Lady Isabella, the wife of the king's minister, boarded a carriage cushioned with thick fur, and under the protection of a dozen family knights, left Lyon Castle one morning. They headed to the town's church, where they were carried out of the bumpy carriage. In the small town, the king's minister saw something that brought tears to his eyes.

It seems that the beautiful baroness embodies all three qualities, yet it also appears that none of these titles can truly be applied to her

There is no way around it; who could resist the feeling of meeting a fellow townsman in this unfamiliar place? It is truly moving! That scrawny little head, hung on the grill like a meat skewer, is reminiscent of Jesus drying on the cross!

Given his wrinkled appearance, it is hard to see how he could be considered cute. Wang Wuchen, who has no experience as a parent, does not know that there exists a kind of emotion in this world that can distort anything, and that is the love of family.

Just as I was about to greet Jesus, who was looking down with his head bowed, and ask him, "Fellow villager, why are you also dressed like this?" a thought surged in Wang Wuchen's mind, leaving him with mixed feelings: "Dressed like this, at least it’s not too far off."

Charlemagne × Roland, Arthur × Lancelot, Richard × Someone.

Not a family, not entering the same door. Wang Wuchen, he is a lovable fool, and that loli is a remarkably fierce person. His wife, at first, did not understand what the people in this place were saying, and Wang Wuchen mistook the daily ramblings of Isabela, whom he liked to hold in his arms on sunny afternoons, for a midday foreign language broadcast. Later, he gradually learned from snippets of conversation what this loli wife was saying every day. Not understanding what the people in this place were saying, Wang Wuchen mistook the daily ramblings of Isabela, whom he liked to hold in his arms on sunny afternoons, for a midday foreign language broadcast. Later, he gradually learned from snippets of conversation what this loli wife was saying every day.

Thus, through this unbearable scene, Wang Wuchen finally understood that his "father" had deep feelings for the beautiful loli who challenged the extreme difficulty of a breech birth on the night of her birth. After all, a man who has tasted meat finds it hard to swallow bland vegetables again. For a man who has switched from eating meat to vegetables and has not sought meat for half a year, Wang Wuchen did not care about the hatred that lingered, as he greatly sighed in relief. At least he did not have to worry about various intrigues and life-and-death struggles within the family.

The baron, immersed in joy, was completely unaware that his son had hated him from the very first glance. The reason was simple: after all, His Excellency the baron had a penchant for lolis

Should one act as a king raising a spear to knights, or as a knight presenting oneself to the king? Regardless of the choice, it seems that both paths lead to a rather grim fate. The frightened royal minister glanced at his own slender arms and legs, feeling no sense of valor or intelligence within himself.

The foreigner in front of Wang Wuchen not only had a lewd smile but also suffered from severe myopia. To what extent was it severe? Wang Wuchen speculated that it was comparable to mistaking a sow standing right in front of him for Diao Chan.

The first snow of this world arrived in the blink of an eye. A few days later, Lyonburg and the surrounding towns became lively. Isabela, who had been bedridden for half a year, could no longer remain idle. As the mistress of the territory, she had to prepare for the upcoming festival

Since the end of production, Isabella's health has been quite frail. However, the Neville family, which has always had few descendants, finally has an heir. Lying in the arms of his beautiful wife, Loli, half a year has passed. During this time, it is worth mentioning that the Baron Neville, whom he thoroughly despised six months ago, is no longer disliked by his son.

As he was carried into the church, far away from his fellow townsmen, Wang Wuchen could not help but feel a surge of disappointment in his heart: "So I am still an Earthling; the world is truly small."

Ignoring this liar who doesn't even draft his lies (the poor Baron Neville is clearly very pleased), Wang Wuchen is puzzled about how to deal with the woman who is holding him in her arms

Girl ? ... ... ... Person | Wife ? ... ... Loli ?

In the end, he had to acknowledge a fact: the foreign girl, whom he felt pity for, was destined to be his "mother" for this lifetime, while the foreign man, whom he despised and hated to the point of wanting to slap him and drag him to the stinking ditch to drown him, was his "father"

Telling a story, the young girl’s mind is filled with a myriad of chaotic fairy tales and storybooks. The content may vary greatly, but the essence remains the same: it is either a prince saving a princess or a knight saving a king. Although the stories of princes saving princesses may not be particularly interesting, they are never repulsive. However, those tales of knights saving kings, no matter how one reflects on them, always seem to suggest that the protagonists are engaged in same-sex relationships.

One day, his beautiful loli "mother" spent over twenty minutes peeking from behind the threshold to observe how a medieval man engaged in self-pleasure. The numerous experiences of observation significantly enhanced his writing skills in character psychology. At this moment, he contemplated writing a paper on the topic of a loli witnessing her beloved man in the act of self-pleasure. With his rich observational experience, Wang Wuchen could undoubtedly produce a lengthy, top-scoring essay. However, the specific content was too sordid, and just thinking about it made him feel nauseous, so he chose not to recall it.

Every time he finishes telling a story, Wang Wuchen is always left with a furrowed brow and a cold sweat. It turns out that the kings of this world and their personal knights are all filled with intense emotions. At this moment, the little girl always chimes in with a lingering remark: "Child, you are my son, you are the smartest and the most heroic. In the future, you will definitely surpass those guys, right?"

However, regardless of the expressions or actions he makes, this strangely logical little girl always interprets it as one meaning: "Have you agreed? Good boy, you truly are my son, Isabella."

Heaven knows where this loli's overwhelming confidence comes from, but the result is that he always receives a sweet kiss from the beautiful loli "mom".

Dear, our child is truly adorable; look, he has been watching us all along

Therefore, being a lolicon is not the fault of Baron Neville; the true fault lies with this wicked dark medieval period

Lionel is the name of Baron Neville, and the baroness often calls her husband this way. This man has not touched his wife for half a year. You ask how Wang Wuchen knows this.

In all of Europe and even in the distant Eastern world, which civilized society's men are not attracted to younger women? A certain highly cultured poet once casually gifted a songstress, whom he had played with for a few years and found no longer interesting, to someone else. It is worth noting that the songstress was not yet 18, and a top-tier mature woman was discarded as if she were used tissue