The feeling of drowsiness keeps popping up in my mind, and all kinds of memory fragments seem to be colliding in my brain.

That is the memory of two souls.

Bang!

The sound came from outside the door, with a crisp melody, like knocking on the door.

"Yadimu..."

A voice sounded from outside, echoing in my mind.

The owner of the voice seemed a little anxious and kept knocking on the door, but could not get in.

"Yadimu, who is this? Are you calling me?"

In a hazy moment, this thought flashed through his mind subconsciously.

If he could, he would like to respond to people outside, but he can't do it.

Because in the brain, the severe pain continues, which is too torture.

The collision between memory and soul caused him to fall to the ground helplessly, unable to maintain control of his body.

Finally, he fell down weakly and completely passed out.

I don’t know how long it took to sleep.

It wasn't until the sky dimmed the next day, lighting up the room, that the comatose person finally woke up.

The view in front of him came into view.

In a messy room, a damp smell floods into the nasal cavity, making people subconsciously feel uncomfortable.

Yadimu frowned subconsciously, looking at the familiar scenes everywhere, but they felt strange to him.

"who I am?"

This thought first crossed his mind.

This was a question he would never have thought about in the past.

Before that, he was undoubtedly a man named Yadimu, who came from a declining knight family. He aimed to become a great knight and worked hard to move forward.

But at this moment, he was a little confused.

Because in my mind, there is clearly another person's memory.

That was a young man named Chen Ming, who came from a completely different world. He was a primary school teacher. He usually hung out with a bunch of children. He was a good man with a gentle personality and upright views.

The two memories were mixed together, making him somewhat confused as to whether he was Yadimu or Chen Ming.

Who among them is he, or are they all him?

Or maybe they are not him, but just part of who he is now?

All kinds of thoughts flashed in my mind.

And this problem is undoubtedly a bit too difficult for Yadimu.

So he simply let it go.

Since you can't understand it, just stop thinking about it.

He exerted his strength and slowly got up from the ground, but surprisingly found that his body was in good condition.

This is a surprise.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be sick before and had a high fever.

According to experience, even if a disease of this degree is cured, the recovery will probably not be too fast and the patient should be in a weak state.

no way.

Although this world is much larger than the world in Chen Ming's memory in terms of scope, it is relatively backward in other aspects.

Without antibiotics and targeted drugs, even a minor illness could kill someone.

Even though Yadimu is a knight's apprentice and his physique is stronger than ordinary people, it will be very troublesome once he gets sick.

It healed so quickly now, which was beyond his expectation.

He could only attribute it to the miracle of previous soul fusion.

After all, even a unique thing like soul fusion can happen, so a mere physical recovery is naturally nothing.

Although Yadimu himself doesn't know whether his current situation is time travel or whether he is simply awakening the memory of his previous life.

Standing up from where he was, he looked around subconsciously, and then frowned subconsciously.

The furnishings in the surrounding rooms are too cluttered.

Clothes are scattered everywhere, all kinds of debris are piled up in one place, and there are many useless garbage items piled randomly in corners, giving off an indescribable smell.

All this was already accustomed to Yadimu in the past and was nothing at all, but it was a bit unbearable for Yadimu now.

After possessing the memories of his previous life, he seemed to have inherited some of his personality from his previous life, and suddenly developed some mysophobia at this moment.

So he quickly started moving.

He reorganized the room, folded and folded the necessary things, and cleaned up the useless items, preparing to throw them away later.

It didn't take long for the whole room to feel completely new.

Although it generally looks empty because there are not many decorations, it is at least much tidier now than it was messy before.

At least in Yadimu's eyes, it doesn't seem so annoying now.

Bang! Bang!

A crisp sound suddenly came from outside the door.

Hearing the sound, Yadimu was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and opened the door.

The moment the door is opened, the outside sunlight shines through the door, giving people a warm feeling.

Standing outside the door was a young man who looked a little thin.

The young man's figure was a little thin, and he was wearing a tan robe. He looked quite handsome, but he still had some acne, which made him look a little immature.

When you look at the person in front of you, their name will automatically come to you.

Regan, a student at the Hod Royal Academy, is also one of the few friends of Artim in the academy.

"Reagan, you're here."

In an instant, a smile appeared on Yadimu's face and he welcomed his friend in.

Entering the room, Reagan was a little surprised.

He looked at the clean and tidy appearance everywhere and felt the neatly arranged clothes. At this time, he couldn't help but feel surprised: "Yadimu, my friend, you are..."

"After I woke up, I felt that this place was really messy, so I started tidying it up for a while."

Yadimu smiled and explained: "It's just a bit crude."

"No, it's already very good."

Reagan shook his head and said, "I rarely see places in the academy that are cleaner than yours."

This is the truth.

Although Hod Royal Academy is the best academy in the Holy Kingdom of Hod, the sanitary conditions there are just like that.

Even young men from aristocratic families do not pay much attention to hygiene. A considerable number of them even think that bathing is harmful to the human body.

It is said that some traditional sects specifically restrict believers from cleaning their homes in their teachings, believing that doing so destroys the harmony between man and nature.

Among such a group of people, Yadimu's health status was considered to be good not only now but also in the past.

"I came to visit you. I heard that you were sick, so I specially prepared some herbs for you."

Reagan said with a smile: "But looking at your appearance now, you probably won't be able to use it."

"That's how it should be."

Yadimu nodded, but also smiled and thanked: "But no matter what, I still want to thank you for your thoughtfulness."

"During my illness and coma, you were the only one willing to visit me."

He still barely had the memory of his previous coma. He vaguely remembered someone knocking on the door outside his room at that time, and the sound of Reagan's voice.

"Do you seem to ... with a small change?"

Listening to Asia Dimu's words, Reagan's face could not help but surprise.

"Is there?" Yadi Mu stunned.

"have."

Reagan nodded: "It seems more polite, and there are many changes in speaking ..."

He recalled it carefully, and said some uncertainty.

In his memory, because of the past, because he was born in the Cavaliers, his words were always a bit serious, and he also brought the nobles's faint disdain and pride of ordinary people.
To be continued...