Chapter 2 Zaruba

The next day, the sky was dim, the darkness slowly dissipated, and the sun gradually revealed its shining corner.

A 63-year-old man, dressed simply and neatly, walked out of a small house, carrying two boxes of things.

He placed the box next to the van and when he turned around he saw a small piece of leg on the side of the house.

"Thief?" The old man frowned, took out a pistol from his pocket and leaned over.

The old man saw the whole scene clearly. It was a young man who was sleeping against the wall in a very uncomfortable posture.

The young man had messy hair and was covered in dust. He was shirtless, his casual trousers were so tattered that you could barely see them. His lips were dry and his face was as pale as his. From his facial shape, it was clear that he was Chinese. The old man shook him awake, then stepped back and pointed his gun at the young man.

"Who!" The young man woke up quickly and saw the dark hole. He immediately gave a "French salute".

"No, no, don't shoot, I, I'm just passing by," the young man said hurriedly, although he was still sleepy and hazy.

"Tell me, what do you do?" The old man raised the gun in Yang's hand.

"I, I was just passing by here, but I was so tired that I leaned against it to sleep for a night. I have no ill intentions and I'll leave soon," the young man said with his head down.

After the young man finished speaking, there was silence for nearly two minutes.

"Hey! Come with me."

The old man put away his gun and said to the young man that he would go first.

"Ah?" The young man didn't understand, but followed anyway.

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Inside the house, the young man took a shower. Because he was too dirty, he showered several times. He now looked refreshed and energetic, and now looked like a young man.

He sat at a table, wolfing down several bowls of egg fried rice. He looked like he had been hungry for a long time and didn't even chew his food!

"Cough, cough, cough..." The young man grabbed the water cup next to him and poured it into his mouth. After the hard object in his throat went down, the young man felt much better.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

The old man could see that the young man was choking, and continued, "What's wrong with you, kid? How old are you? Why did you run away from home?"

"Well...I...I have no family," the young man said, nodding his head.

After hearing this, the old man paused for a moment before slowly saying, "Speaking of which, I'm originally Chinese, so we can be considered fellow countrymen. Although I don't know how you got here, I'm sorry for the hardship you've endured, kid."

"Um... sir, I've come here anyway, so it doesn't matter whether it's hard or not."

"I'm sorry for you, sir."

"It's nothing, I'm an orphan," the young man didn't care, he was all alone in this world.

"My name is Tom, and you, child," the old man asked.

"Ling Zhan! I didn't expect that I would meet a Chinese," the young man was Ling Zhan who was running for his life.

"Speaking of which, I wonder how the motherland is developing?" Ling Zhan was interested as soon as he heard it. "You came here a long time ago?"

"Yes, I listened to other people's advice and came to the United States by chance, both to escape disaster and to make a name for myself. Who would have thought that I would be here for the rest of my life? Alas!" Tom sighed.

"In fact, I was wrong. I had a very hard life and was bullied but I didn't dare to go to the police. It took me decades to get through and gain a foothold here. At that time, Americans were not very friendly to Chinese people. Even now, some people despise and hate Chinese people in private! Kid, people of your age should stay in the youthful campus instead of eating dirt everywhere."

The old man paused and continued, "In the United States, only when you have more knowledge and a higher status can you settle down. Remember, only by studying can you have a way out."

"Yeah! I understand," Ling Zhan nodded obediently.

"How about this, since we are all brothers, you can come to my shop to help out and get paid by the day, which is also considered self-sufficient."

"Thank you," Ling Zhan didn't know what other words could be used to express his gratitude.

Really, he was just an ordinary stranger. Why would the old man help him? Just because he was a compatriot? After all, he was a person of unknown origin. Even though he had a green card and documents, so what!

In America, people change.

Therefore, the old man's actions brought a touch of warmth to Ling Zhan, who was alone in this world.

At the beginning, although Ling Zhan was in a panic and kept talking to himself, he was really panicking and couldn't be optimistic at all.

It is difficult for any normal person to be calm and optimistic in a strange place, and they may even be extremely vigilant towards anyone. But the old man's behavior opened Ling Zhan's heart and made him feel relieved.

Ling Zhan currently has nowhere to go, and now someone is willing to take him in, why not? At least he has a place to stay and doesn't have to run around anymore. The most important thing for Ling Zhan now is to settle down first, and then observe the world carefully, maybe he can survive.

The old man talked about a lot of things, but Ling Zhan didn't listen much. He was thinking about how to deal with what would happen in the future. Since the "so-called" golden finger appeared, a lot of things would come his way.

The old man took Ling Zhan to the attic. The attic was of a suitable size and had a bed, a set of tables and chairs, and an old wardrobe. That was all. Ling Zhan didn't have many things anyway.

Ling Zhan then began to clean the room vigorously. The clean room made Ling Zhan nod with satisfaction. It took him two or three hours to clean the room. Then the old man took him to buy daily necessities.

The old man runs a restaurant in Queens.

There is Chinese food combined with American tastes. Ling Zhan has tried it and has to say it is very good, with a good mix of Chinese and American flavors. The uncle himself is a second-rate chef (not to say a very bad one, first-rate is the best).

Ling Zhan's job is... to help, to do whatever he can, but he can't be lazy or take advantage of other people's problems.

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New York, as the most prosperous city in the United States, is not only the largest metropolis in the United States, but also the largest port.

At night, tall buildings are everywhere, and countless lights shine as brightly as the stars in the sky. No, brighter than the stars!

At first glance, there is a low building and a tall building.

Ling Zhan sighed. It was his first time to come to the United States. He never thought about whether he would come to the United States or not. But when he came to the United States, he really felt many differences between it and China.

You say it is prosperous, but its shadow is in tatters; you say it is safe, but its shadow is in danger.

In the past, many Chinese people longed to immigrate to the United States; now, time travel has given him the opportunity that many people desire.

But he did not desire it and did not want it. It was through the words of his compatriots and his own escape that he felt that his motherland was so great and safe.

Ling Zhan thought about it for a long time and then stopped thinking about it. The most important thing now was to equip himself with the ability to gain a foothold in this world.

In the old man's backyard, Ling Zhan took out the sword he had used before, with a red hilt, a red scabbard, and a golden inverted hollow triangle logo on the scabbard.

That's right, only a few special effects fans know that the sword of the Golden Knight in Garo is a sword made of soul steel. Don't ask why Ling Zhan can pick up soul steel, the answer is that it is given by the system.

This is not the world of Garo.

First of all, this is America, and he didn't sense Hola's presence, and then there was no foreign dog house here.

If you want to ask how Ling Zhan knew that, he has Zaruba on his left middle finger.

Zaruba is the magic wheel, and he is very useful to the Knights of the Ring.

Zaruba has all the memories of the settings in the Garo world, but Zaruba has no memories of the dog house here.

"Clang!" Ling Zhan drew out his sword. The sword blade was as smooth as a mirror. Under the dim light, Ling Zhan could see his face.

Ling Zhan searched the system for some sword moves and the training methods of the Saejima family.

Ling Zhan exhaled lightly, concentrated his mind, and began to swing the sword.

In the darkness, the sword shines like a rainbow, and each stroke is like the strokes people make when writing, but they are not skillful. Like a baby learning to speak, it is constantly learning and exploring.

"Oh-oh-oh, boy, how did you become a Knight of the Ring?"

After a few minutes, Zaruba couldn't bear to watch it anymore. Ling Zhan's movements were clumsy, ugly, and incoherent... there were too many shortcomings.

"Your swordsmanship is simply... beyond description."

"How on earth did you become a Knight of the Ring, boy?"

Zaruba was very curious about how such a guy was recognized. It was not easy to pick up a soul steel sword, and this guy had never learned how to control soul steel.

"Me? Just like that, I became."

Ling Zhan showed the action of grabbing the sword, indicating that it was so straightforward. Is he going to tell Zaruba that the sword, armor, and even you are all from the system? No one would believe it.

He knew that Zaruba was disgusted. After all, he was very weak in this state and could not even meet Zaruba's requirements. How could he deal with Hola? Fortunately, this body had muscle memory, so he would not be too embarrassed, and Ling Zhan absorbed knowledge quickly.

Zaruba is very depressed now. Why was Ling Zhan chosen? Why did he sign a contract with such a guy?

Hey, how did he sign a contract with Ling Zhan? Zaruba suddenly felt like he had lost his mind. He was so sad!

"Oh, little devil!" Zaruba opened his mouth and made a clicking sound.

"What's wrong?" Ling Zhan moved Zaruba in front of him.

"Do you want to become stronger?"

"Of course!"

Ling Zhan nodded willingly. In life, it is always good to have many skills, especially now.

"Listen carefully. I will teach you from now on. As long as you practice hard, you will definitely become an excellent Lord of the Rings Knight!"

Ling Zhan shouted: "Yes!"

"Hey guys next door, why are you making so much noise? Can't you let me have a rest?" a female voice came.

Ling Zhan shut up immediately after he finished speaking. It was now 10 o'clock in the evening, but the neighbors near the old man sometimes went to bed early, and so did the old man, so he dared to practice swordsmanship at this time.

"Okay, let's get started," Zaruba didn't care.

As Zaruba made similar sounds, Ling Zhan continued to swing his sword, correcting his movements from time to time under Zaruba's guidance.

The voices of the man and the beast could be heard from time to time in the darkness. For Ling Zhan, it was like having gained another friend. This was a great comfort to him who was alone!

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