After resting for only a few seconds memories from the previous owner of his new body started to show up in his head, they were all cloudy except for the rare scene but it was enough to understand who this body used to be and what skills it still possessed in it’s muscle memory. At first as the early childhood memories of one Orson malcin started to show up Charles felt bad he had never been a good person in his life but he also had never done something explicitly Immoral. Orson’s adolescent memory quickly shut down his rising guilt, Orson had joined the local military at a young age and soon started abusing people weaker than him when he was caught by his superiors and disciplined he turned his sadistic tendencies to people outside the force. As Orson grew up he got worse and worse going from insults to beatings and more recently to torture, but that didn’t stop him from moving up in the military as most people in this lords military were the same. When Orson finally got replaced by Charles after he was defeated in a battle with the raiders he was actually an officer in his lords military. Even though Orson’s torture and combat skills and would be useful to Charles he was disgusted and made a very important vow to himself, in this life he would strive to become a better person.

After making his vow Charles got up and rolled his shoulders before donning his armour from Orson’s memories he could tell that this armour was quite strong and would protect hs more vulnerable areas. The full plate armour was quite heavy and the visor on his helmet obscured his vision a bit but with his strength he could move around easily. Charles began assessing his bodies strength and comparing it to Orson’s from there he could get a rough idea of where he stood on the ranking. Going through some light exercises he could tell he was only slightly stronger than Orson was using that he could guess that as he was now he would just be considered a good fighter. Only people in the army and adventurers would be as strong as he is, at his current strength he could probably fight and win against two normal soldiers. Charles sighed, he was nowhere near isekai protagonist levels of overpowered strength.

Several minutes later while considering ways to improve the efficiency of his strength increase magic, a young priest came in.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you welded soul”

“Welded Soul?” Charles said momentarily surprised by the sound of the cold voice coming out of his mouth.

“A soul welded into a new body by our god, I assume you have processed the memories of the previous soul in that body.”

“Yeah, so um… what happens now”

“Well now we just give you some advice, equipment and contacts then we let you out into the world. Now would you like to come with me I have lots of fun stuff for you”

“Ok”

Charles followed the priest into what he assumed was a back area common room of the church. Laid out on a table was a full set of armor, a selection of half- decent looking weapons, a couple official looking papers and a bunch of assorted travel gear. The priest gestured to the provided armour.

“You should change your armour to this one, in addition to being easier to clean and hide due to an experimental finish that removes the shine it also belongs to no distinct style, after all I recommend hiding the fact that you are an officer of the morecian army”

“Why is that a problem” Charles asked.

“Well, not even considering the crimes your body got up too the morecian army is famous for their corruption and cruelty, do you really want to be associated with them”

“Not particularly, no”

“Good, now go change in one of those rooms and i'll give you the rest of this stuff”

Charles quickly changed out his armour and placed the morecian set in his inventory. The rest of the items were fairly simple, he choose a greatsword and dagger already deciding to use them mostly for intimidation purposes rather than fighting. The documents were a couple of forms that would get him membership to the mercenary guild (similar to the adventurers guild in novels and shows) and recommendations to good craftsmen, the survival gear was fairly simple it consisted of a bedroll, a magic stove, a canteen and some rations.

Before he even knew it Carles was being shooed out into the world by the priest as he gave one last piece of advice.

“Head for the city of Thame, there is lots of work for mercenaries there and make sure to hide your face.”

With that Charles was shoved unprepared onto the path to Thame.