Cheng Yan feels someone is calling him.
“His Royal Highness, wake up…”
He turned his head, but the voice still did not disappear, instead it grew louder and louder. He felt someone stretch his hand over and gently pull his sleeve.
“His Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness!”
Cheng Yan opened his eyes suddenly, the familiar screen was gone, the desk was gone, the wall covered with paper strips was gone, replaced by a weird scenery-low masonry houses with surging heads A circular square and a gate-shaped gallows erected in the center of the square. He was sitting on a high platform across the square, under his hips was not a soft revolving chair, but a cold and hard iron chair. There were still a circle of people sitting around, staring at him intently. Several of them, dressed as ghosts, medieval ladies, were covering their mouths and laughing.
What the **** is this place? Shouldn’t I be catching up with the drawing schedule? Cheng Yan was at a loss. Working overtime for three consecutive days brought him to the limit of both his mind and body. He just remembered that he couldn’t hold it anymore, and his heartbeat became faster and slower. He wanted to rest on his desk for a while…
“His Royal Highness, please announce the verdict.”
The speaker was the guy who was secretly pulling his sleeves. He was old, about fifty or sixty years old, and wearing a white robe, he looked a bit like Gandalf in the Lord of the Rings at first glance.
Am I dreaming? Cheng Yan licked his dry lips, ruling, what ruling?
But he soon learned that the people in the square looked in the direction of the gallows, waving their fists and shouting, and occasionally a stone or two flew toward the gallows.
Cheng Yan has only seen such an ancient torture instrument in the movie-the pillars on both sides are about four meters high, the top of the pillars is supported by a wooden beam, and the middle of the beam is inlaid with rusty iron rings and yellow thick hemp rope. Through the iron ring, one end is fixed under the gallows, and the other end is wrapped around the prisoner’s neck.
In this weird dream, he found that his eyesight had become amazingly useful. He usually couldn’t read the words on the display without glasses, but now every detail on the gallows 50 meters away can See it clearly.
The prisoner wears a hood, his hands are tied behind his back, and his rough gray shirt is as dirty as a rag. His body was thin and his exposed ankle seemed to be able to be squeezed off with his hands. The chest bulged slightly, and it appeared to be a woman. She shivered in the wind, but still tried to stand up straight.
Okay, what crime did this guy commit that so many people are filled with indignation waiting for her to be hanged?
just thought of this, the memory in Cheng Yan’s mind seemed to be suddenly connected, and the answer appeared in front of him almost at the same time.
She is a “witch”.
Fallen by the temptation of the devil, the incarnation of the unclean.
“Your Highness?” Gandalf urged cautiously.
He glanced at the other person, um, it was not Gandalf, Barov was his real name, the assistant of the Minister of Finance, was sent to handle government affairs for himself.
And myself, Roland, the fourth prince of the Greycastle Kingdom, came here to guard one side. The residents of Border Town caught the witch and immediately sent it to the police station-no, it was sent to the court. Warrants for the execution of witches are generally issued by the local lord or bishop. Since he is in power here, the issuance of the warrant is also part of the business.
The memory presents the questions he needs to answer the most, without screening or reading, as if it was his personal experience. Cheng Yan was confused for a while. There is absolutely no dream that can achieve such details. So, isn’t this a dream? He traveled to the dark ages of the European Middle Ages and became Roland? From a drawing dog that rushed to work overnight to a dignified four prince?
Even though this kingdom’s possessions looks so barren and backward, the name of the Greycastle Kingdom has never been seen in history books.
Then, what should I do next?
How this unscientific thing happened can be studied later, but the present farce must end-it is the normal state of uncivilized civilization to attribute disasters and misfortunes to some poor ghosts, but Therefore, people must be hanged to satisfy the gloomy psychology of the onlookers. This kind of foolishness is really unacceptable.
He grabbed Barov’s hand warrant and threw it to the ground, stretched his waist, “I’m sleepy, I’ll be judged another day, and it’s all gone today!”
Cheng Yan did not act recklessly, but carefully recalled the prince’s behavior style in his memory, and reproduced the self-styled brilliance. That’s right, the fourth prince himself is so fucked, with a bad personality, and he thinks of it all. Having said that, I can count on how good a prince who is in his early twenties and uncontrollable is.
The nobleman sitting on the high platform with a strange look on his face, but a tall man in armor stood up, “His Royal Highness, this is not a joke! Once the identity of the witch is confirmed, it should be executed immediately, or other witches will be brought in. What should I do if we take her away? The church will not sit idly by when we know it.”
Carter Lannis, this decent looking man is actually his own chief knight. Cheng Yan frowned, “Why, are you afraid?” The naked ridicule in his words is not entirely acting. A strong man with arms thicker than his body is actually worried about being robbed by the other party. Does he really use the witch as the spokesperson of the devil? “Isn’t it better to have a few more and catch them all?”
Seeing that he stopped speaking, Cheng Yan waved his hand and asked the guard to take him away. Carter hesitated, but followed the team and walked beside the fourth prince. The other nobles stood up and bent over to pay their respects, but Cheng Yan could see the undisguised contempt in the eyes of this group of people.
went back to the palace—that is, in the castle south of Border Town, and ordered the guards to stop the anxious minister’s assistant outside the hall door, and he was slightly relieved.
As a person who has been dealing with computers 90% of the time, being able to perform such a performance in front of everyone is a super level performance. Cheng Yan found his bedroom according to the memory position, and sat on the bed to rest for a while before suppressing the fierce heartbeat. The most important thing at the moment is to clarify the situation. As a prince, why don’t you stay in the royal city well, what do you do in this wasteland?
It’s okay not to think, but as soon as the thought came out, he was stunned by the answer.
Roland Wimbledon actually came to fight for the throne.
The origin of everything comes from the wonderful will of Wimbledon III, King of Greycastle: If you want to inherit this kingdom, it is not the first born prince who has the highest rank, but the one who has the most power to govern the country. . He sent his five grown-up children to various territories under his rule, and after five years he decided who would be the crown prince based on the level of governance.
The capable, plus gender equality, sounds like a very advanced concept. The problem is that the actual implementation is completely different. Who can guarantee that all five players have the same starting conditions? This is not a real-time strategy game. As far as he knows, the second prince got a much better territory than Border Town — er, in that case, there seems to be no worse place than Border Town among the five people. It was a terrible start.
In addition, how to evaluate the level of governance and population? military? economy? Wimbledon III did not mention any standards, nor did he impose any restrictions on competition. What if someone is playing assassination in private? Did the queen watch her son kill each other? Wait…He thought about it carefully, okay, another bad news, the queen passed away five years ago~IndoMTL.com~Cheng Yan sighed, it was clear that this was a savage and dark feudal era, from wanton hunting The witch can see one or two, dressing as a prince is already a very high starting point. Besides, even if he didn’t get the throne, he was still the bloodline of the king of Greycastle. As long as he could survive, he would be regarded as a lord of the party.
And… what about being a king? Without the Internet, without the nourishment of modern civilization, he would have to be like these natives, burn a witch to play, live in a city where feces dumped at will, and finally die of the plunder of the Black Death?
Cheng Yan suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bedroom. The person in the mirror had light gray curly hair, which was the most distinctive feature of the Greycastle royal family. The facial features are still correct, that is, his face has no shape, and it looks completely lacking in temperament. His face is slightly pale and lacks exercise. As for whether he was addicted to drinking, he recalled it, and it seemed okay. There were a few lovers in Wangcheng, all of whom were voluntary, and had not done anything to force them.
And the reason for his own crossing, Cheng Yan also guessed it-it should be the sudden death caused by the inhumane promotion of Party A, and the boss arranged to work overtime overnight. The protagonist of this kind of case is almost impossible to follow. Farming, mechanical dogs, engineering lions.
, no matter what you think, this is at least an extra life. I really shouldn’t complain too much. In the days to come, he may be able to slowly reverse this kind of life, but the first task at present is to play the role of the fourth prince. Don’t let others find the horse’s feet, and tie it directly to the stake as a devil possessing it.
“In that case, live well first,” he took a deep breath, and whispered into the mirror, “From now on, I am Roland~ IndoMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, The fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~IndoMTL.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read it.