Before the knight returned to the manor three days later, no one was allowed to approach that place, and a gag order was also issued.

For the freemen here, this order was exactly what they wished for. No one dared to discuss that terrifying giant sphere anymore; everyone, like ostriches burying their heads in the sand, returned to their ordinary lives.

At night, everyone had gone to sleep.

However, a thin, small figure suddenly appeared in the village. Sean Carter looked toward the direction where the giant sphere had fallen, a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.

He went to his family's stable, tied thick cotton cloth around the hooves of the only old horse inside, and then quietly led it out of the village.

After sneaking out of the village, Sean Carter immediately mounted the horse. He showed no intention of sparing the horse's strength, rushing to the scene as fast as possible.

The place was actually not very far; after an hour, he had already arrived.

However, the old horse was already panting heavily from exhaustion.

This horse was the only valuable possession of the Bond Miller family. It was originally a retired warhorse from the battlefield, slightly injured, but still barely suitable for pulling carts or plowing fields. For this horse, Bond Miller had spent nearly half of the family's savings accumulated over decades. Normally, he would never treat it this way.

Sean Carter dismounted, feeling grateful that, thanks to his own persistence and his father's indulgence, he had already become a skilled rider at such a young age. Although this was just an old, injured horse, in this village, people with better riding skills than him were few and far between.

The ground here was a stretch of hard granite. After the giant sphere crashed here, it had actually smashed a huge pit several meters deep into the solid ground.

What disappointed Sean Carter greatly was that the giant sphere had already exploded, its contents scattered everywhere, shattered into pieces.

He let out a deep sigh, knowing that his plan was completely ruined.

His gaze searched the scene of devastation. He gave up on the huge lumps of iron fused together by the impact, and instead rummaged among some scattered small items.

Because he understood that those huge iron blocks were probably the instruments from inside the sphere. Although these things were precious, after suffering such a blow, they were unlikely to have any practical value. More importantly, with his small frame, there was no way he could hope to move any of them.

By accident, he touched a broken door, which creaked sharply in the night.

Goosebumps rose all over Sean Carter's body. He took deep breaths, forcing himself to drive away the fear in his heart.

He told himself silently, I don't want to keep living like this, absolutely not.

His courage seemed to grow. He pulled open the door and immediately saw a mass of human flesh, crushed beyond recognition. His stomach churned, but he bit his tongue hard, forcibly suppressing the wave of nausea.

His eyes quickly locked onto a relatively intact box—perhaps the only item he could actually carry.

Without hesitation, he picked up the box, searched the ruins for a while longer, but found nothing else worth taking.

Sean Carter did not hesitate for long. He turned and mounted the horse, quickly leaving the scene.

As he neared the village, he deliberately took a detour, carefully dismounted, returned the horse to the stable, removed the cloth from its hooves, and then quietly slipped back into his own room.

In the village, children like him usually lived in the same room as their parents, but since Sean Carter was five, he had insisted on having a room of his own.

For his only son's insistence, Old Miller had no choice but to give in. Thus, Sean Carter finally got a little space entirely his own.

He tiptoed into his room, knowing that Old Miller, exhausted from a day's work, would be sleeping soundly. Coupled with his usual well-behaved demeanor, as long as his outing tonight went unnoticed, it was unlikely anyone would ever find out.

Although physically exhausted, his mind was unusually excited. Holding the small box he had picked up, his heart pounded faster than ever before.

What exactly was inside? Could it help him escape his current dull and monotonous life?

……

Sean Carter really was called Sean Carter.

Whether in his previous life or this one, his name had never changed.

The difference was, in his previous life he lived on Earth in the twenty-first century, while in this life, he had come to a completely unfamiliar country.

The only things the two lives had in common were the same name and the same most ordinary birth.

Although the memories of his previous life were gradually fading, the extravagant city life had left too deep an impression on him. So in this life, he did not want to be like Old Miller, living out an obscure and mediocre existence in this village.