Cheng Yan felt that someone was calling him.
Your Highness, wake up...
He turned his head away, but the voice still did not disappear, but instead became louder and louder.He felt someone reaching out and gently pulling his sleeve.
Your Highness, Your Highness!
Cheng Yan opened his eyes so suddenly that the familiar screen was gone, the desk was gone, and the walls covered with notes were gone, and replaced by a strange scenery - low brick and stone houses, a circular square with people rushing heads, and the door-shaped gallows set up in the center of the square.
He sat on the platform opposite the square, with a soft rotating chair under his butt, but a cold and hard iron chair.
There were still a circle of people sitting upright around him, staring at him intently, and several of them were dressed like medieval ladies who looked like ghosts and laughed secretly.
What the hell is this?
Shouldn't I be rushing to make progress in the drawings?
Cheng Yan's mind was confused. Working overtime for three consecutive days made him reach his limit in his spirit and body. He only remembered that he couldn't hold on in the end, and his heartbeat became faster and slower. He wanted to lie on his desk and rest for a while...
Your Highness, please announce the ruling.
The speaker was the guy who secretly pulled his sleeves. He looked old, about fifty or sixty years old, wearing a white robe, and at first glance he looked a bit like Gandalf in the Lord of the Rings.
Am I dreaming?Cheng Yan licked his dry lips, and he ruled, what ruling?
But he soon knew that the people in the square were looking in the direction of the gallows, waving their fists and shouting, and occasionally one or two stones would fly towards the gallows.
Cheng Yan has only seen such an ancient torture instrument in the movie - the columns on both sides are about four meters high, with a wooden beam on the top of the column, and a rusty iron ring inlaid in the middle of the beam. A thick yellow hemp rope passes through the iron ring, one end is fixed under the gallows, and the other end is placed around the prisoner's neck.
In this strange dream, he found that his vision became amazingly useful. He could not see the words on the display without wearing glasses, but now he could see every detail on the scaffolding platform fifty meters away.
The prisoner was wearing a headband and his hands were tied behind him. He was a woman, naked and thin. Her exposed ankles seemed to be able to be pinched with her hands. Her round breasts were bulging, and her petite nipples seemed to be stimulated by the cold wind. When she looked closely, there were still a few tooth marks left on the areola.
The body was covered with dust, and there was white mucus that had dried up or was still flowing, especially between the legs, the smooth vagina was wide open, and the mixed red and white mucus was covered with mucus between the legs.
A scene appeared in Cheng Yan's mind. In a dim cell, he knelt on the straw, pinching his slender waist with both hands, his hips kept shaking forward, and his crotch was wrapped in a warm and tight vagina. He looked up and looked forward. The woman who was being fucked had long flax-colored shawl hair, covered with a black cloth in front of her eyes, and her hands were firmly fixed behind her back.
After fucking for a long time, Cheng Yan felt that his lower body could not be controlled. His body trembled for a while and shot all the semen into the woman's body. In the final scene, Cheng Yan was squeezed out of his vagina in a weak and narrowed manner, and the blood-covered semen slowly dripped between the woman's round legs.
It seems that this is the woman who is about to be hanged.
Well, what crime did this guy commit? So many people were so angry that she was waiting for her to be hanged?
Just as the thought came to this point, 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.
Degenerate by the devil, the incarnation of the unclean.
Your Highness?Gandalf urged carefully.
He glanced at the other party, and said, "Well, it turns out that it is not called Gandalf. Barov is his real name, the assistant of the Finance Minister, and was sent to handle government affairs for him."
And he was the fourth prince of the Graycastle Kingdom, Roland, who came here to guard the side.
The residents of Bianfeng Town caught the witch and immediately sent it to the police station - it was wrong, it was sent to the court.
The warrant for the execution of the witch is generally issued by the local lord or bishop. Since he is in power here, issuing the warrant is also a matter of duty.
Memory presents the questions he needs to answer most one by one, without screening or reading, as if this was originally his own experience.
Cheng Yan was confused for a moment. There was absolutely no dream that could achieve such details. So, isn’t this a dream?
He traveled to the dark ages of medieval Europe and became Roland?
From a drawing dog who worked overnight to a dignified four princes?
Although the kingdom's territory looks so barren and backward, the name of the Graycastle Kingdom has never been seen in history books.
So, what should we do next?
How this unscientific thing happened can be studied later, but the farce in front of us must be terminated - the disaster and misfortune to some pity ghosts is the norm of uncivilized civilization, but therefore, people must be hanged to satisfy the dark psychology of the onlookers. This foolish thing is really unacceptable, especially his predecessor seems to have taken the lead in rape of this pity woman.
He grabbed the warrant that Barov held and threw it on the ground, stretched his body, and was sleepy, and he was sentenced to another day. It will be disbanded today!
Cheng Yan did this not to act recklessly, but to carefully recall the prince's style of doing things in his memory and recreate the dandy spirit of doing things.
That's right, the fourth prince is so fucked and has a bad personality. He thought of it and it was like this.
Having said that, how well can you expect a prince in his early twenties and uncontrollable?
The nobleman sitting on the platform looked pretentious, but a tall man in armor stood up. Your Highness, this is no joke!Once the identity of the witch is confirmed, it should be executed immediately. Otherwise, what should I do if other witches are recruited to kidnap her?The church will not sit idly by once it is known.
Carter Nice, this decent man is actually his chief knight.
Cheng Yan frowned and said, "What, are you afraid?"The naked ridicule in his words is no longer entirely acting. A strong man with arms thicker than others' body is actually worried about being robbed of prison by the other party, and he really treats the witch as the spokesperson for the devil?
Is it better to have a few more games?
Seeing that he stopped making a sound, Cheng Yan waved his hand and called on the guard to take him away.
Carter hesitated for a while, but followed the team and walked beside the fourth prince.
The other nobles stood up and bent down to greet them, but Cheng Yan's afterwards could see the unconcealed contempt in the eyes of these people.
Back to the palace - the castle located south of Bianfeng Town, he ordered the guard to stop the anxious assistant minister outside the hall door, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
As a person who spends 90% of his time dealing with computers, being able to perform like this in front of everyone is already a superb performance.
Cheng Yan found his bedroom according to the location in his memory, sat on the bed and rested for a while before suppressing his violent heartbeat.
The most important thing at the moment is to figure out the situation. As a prince, if you don’t stay in the royal city, what should you do in this wasteland?
I didn't want it to be fine, 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 strange will of Wimbledon III, the king of Graycastle: if you want to inherit this kingdom, it is not that the earliest prince born has the highest right to rank, but that the one who is most capable of governing the country can hold power.
He sent five adult 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 ability to occupies it, plus equality between men and women, sounds like a very advanced concept, but the problem is that it is completely different in actual implementation.
Who can guarantee that the five people will all have the same starting conditions?
This is not a real-time strategy game.
As far as he knows, the second prince got much better territory than Border Town - uh, so it seems that there is no worse place among the five people than Border Town, and it is simply a big bad start.
In addition, how to evaluate the level of governance and population?
military?
economy?
Wimbleton III did not mention any standards, nor did it limit the competition at all.
What if someone plays assassination privately?
Did Queen Wang watch his sons kill each other?
Wait... He thought about it carefully, and then, another bad news, the queen had passed away five years ago.
Cheng Yan sighed. It was obvious that this was a barbaric and dark feudal era. You can see from the willful hunting of witches that it is already a very high starting point to dress up as a prince.
Besides, even if he did not get the throne, he was still the bloodline of the King of Gray Castle. As long as he could survive, he would be considered a lord.
And...what can you do if you become a king?
Without the Internet and without the nourishment of modern civilization, he would like these natives, burn a witch to play with it for nothing, live in a city where feces are dumped, and eventually die 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 a light gray curly hair, which was the most distinctive feature of the Gray Castle royal family.
His facial features are quite straight, but he has no straight face and looks completely empty.
His face was slightly pale and lacked exercise.
As for whether he was addicted to alcohol or not, he recalled that it seemed that it was okay. There were several lovers in the royal city, all of whom were voluntary and had never done anything to force others.
Cheng Yan also guessed the reason for his time travel - it should be that the Party A was urging the promotion without humanely, and the boss arranged a sudden death tragedy caused by working overtime overnight. Most of the protagonists of this type of case are related to coders, mechanical dogs, and engineering lions.
Forget it, no matter what you think, it is at least equivalent to an extra life, and I really shouldn't have complained too much.
In the days to come, he may be able to slowly reverse this life, but his first priority is to play the role of the Fourth Prince, and not let others find out, and tie them directly to the stake as a devil.
Since that's the case, live well first. He took a deep breath and whispered in the mirror, "From now on, I'm Roland."
Your Highness, wake up...
He turned his head away, but the voice still did not disappear, but instead became louder and louder.He felt someone reaching out and gently pulling his sleeve.
Your Highness, Your Highness!
Cheng Yan opened his eyes so suddenly that the familiar screen was gone, the desk was gone, and the walls covered with notes were gone, and replaced by a strange scenery - low brick and stone houses, a circular square with people rushing heads, and the door-shaped gallows set up in the center of the square.
He sat on the platform opposite the square, with a soft rotating chair under his butt, but a cold and hard iron chair.
There were still a circle of people sitting upright around him, staring at him intently, and several of them were dressed like medieval ladies who looked like ghosts and laughed secretly.
What the hell is this?
Shouldn't I be rushing to make progress in the drawings?
Cheng Yan's mind was confused. Working overtime for three consecutive days made him reach his limit in his spirit and body. He only remembered that he couldn't hold on in the end, and his heartbeat became faster and slower. He wanted to lie on his desk and rest for a while...
Your Highness, please announce the ruling.
The speaker was the guy who secretly pulled his sleeves. He looked old, about fifty or sixty years old, wearing a white robe, and at first glance he looked a bit like Gandalf in the Lord of the Rings.
Am I dreaming?Cheng Yan licked his dry lips, and he ruled, what ruling?
But he soon knew that the people in the square were looking in the direction of the gallows, waving their fists and shouting, and occasionally one or two stones would fly towards the gallows.
Cheng Yan has only seen such an ancient torture instrument in the movie - the columns on both sides are about four meters high, with a wooden beam on the top of the column, and a rusty iron ring inlaid in the middle of the beam. A thick yellow hemp rope passes through the iron ring, one end is fixed under the gallows, and the other end is placed around the prisoner's neck.
In this strange dream, he found that his vision became amazingly useful. He could not see the words on the display without wearing glasses, but now he could see every detail on the scaffolding platform fifty meters away.
The prisoner was wearing a headband and his hands were tied behind him. He was a woman, naked and thin. Her exposed ankles seemed to be able to be pinched with her hands. Her round breasts were bulging, and her petite nipples seemed to be stimulated by the cold wind. When she looked closely, there were still a few tooth marks left on the areola.
The body was covered with dust, and there was white mucus that had dried up or was still flowing, especially between the legs, the smooth vagina was wide open, and the mixed red and white mucus was covered with mucus between the legs.
A scene appeared in Cheng Yan's mind. In a dim cell, he knelt on the straw, pinching his slender waist with both hands, his hips kept shaking forward, and his crotch was wrapped in a warm and tight vagina. He looked up and looked forward. The woman who was being fucked had long flax-colored shawl hair, covered with a black cloth in front of her eyes, and her hands were firmly fixed behind her back.
After fucking for a long time, Cheng Yan felt that his lower body could not be controlled. His body trembled for a while and shot all the semen into the woman's body. In the final scene, Cheng Yan was squeezed out of his vagina in a weak and narrowed manner, and the blood-covered semen slowly dripped between the woman's round legs.
It seems that this is the woman who is about to be hanged.
Well, what crime did this guy commit? So many people were so angry that she was waiting for her to be hanged?
Just as the thought came to this point, 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.
Degenerate by the devil, the incarnation of the unclean.
Your Highness?Gandalf urged carefully.
He glanced at the other party, and said, "Well, it turns out that it is not called Gandalf. Barov is his real name, the assistant of the Finance Minister, and was sent to handle government affairs for him."
And he was the fourth prince of the Graycastle Kingdom, Roland, who came here to guard the side.
The residents of Bianfeng Town caught the witch and immediately sent it to the police station - it was wrong, it was sent to the court.
The warrant for the execution of the witch is generally issued by the local lord or bishop. Since he is in power here, issuing the warrant is also a matter of duty.
Memory presents the questions he needs to answer most one by one, without screening or reading, as if this was originally his own experience.
Cheng Yan was confused for a moment. There was absolutely no dream that could achieve such details. So, isn’t this a dream?
He traveled to the dark ages of medieval Europe and became Roland?
From a drawing dog who worked overnight to a dignified four princes?
Although the kingdom's territory looks so barren and backward, the name of the Graycastle Kingdom has never been seen in history books.
So, what should we do next?
How this unscientific thing happened can be studied later, but the farce in front of us must be terminated - the disaster and misfortune to some pity ghosts is the norm of uncivilized civilization, but therefore, people must be hanged to satisfy the dark psychology of the onlookers. This foolish thing is really unacceptable, especially his predecessor seems to have taken the lead in rape of this pity woman.
He grabbed the warrant that Barov held and threw it on the ground, stretched his body, and was sleepy, and he was sentenced to another day. It will be disbanded today!
Cheng Yan did this not to act recklessly, but to carefully recall the prince's style of doing things in his memory and recreate the dandy spirit of doing things.
That's right, the fourth prince is so fucked and has a bad personality. He thought of it and it was like this.
Having said that, how well can you expect a prince in his early twenties and uncontrollable?
The nobleman sitting on the platform looked pretentious, but a tall man in armor stood up. Your Highness, this is no joke!Once the identity of the witch is confirmed, it should be executed immediately. Otherwise, what should I do if other witches are recruited to kidnap her?The church will not sit idly by once it is known.
Carter Nice, this decent man is actually his chief knight.
Cheng Yan frowned and said, "What, are you afraid?"The naked ridicule in his words is no longer entirely acting. A strong man with arms thicker than others' body is actually worried about being robbed of prison by the other party, and he really treats the witch as the spokesperson for the devil?
Is it better to have a few more games?
Seeing that he stopped making a sound, Cheng Yan waved his hand and called on the guard to take him away.
Carter hesitated for a while, but followed the team and walked beside the fourth prince.
The other nobles stood up and bent down to greet them, but Cheng Yan's afterwards could see the unconcealed contempt in the eyes of these people.
Back to the palace - the castle located south of Bianfeng Town, he ordered the guard to stop the anxious assistant minister outside the hall door, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
As a person who spends 90% of his time dealing with computers, being able to perform like this in front of everyone is already a superb performance.
Cheng Yan found his bedroom according to the location in his memory, sat on the bed and rested for a while before suppressing his violent heartbeat.
The most important thing at the moment is to figure out the situation. As a prince, if you don’t stay in the royal city, what should you do in this wasteland?
I didn't want it to be fine, 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 strange will of Wimbledon III, the king of Graycastle: if you want to inherit this kingdom, it is not that the earliest prince born has the highest right to rank, but that the one who is most capable of governing the country can hold power.
He sent five adult 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 ability to occupies it, plus equality between men and women, sounds like a very advanced concept, but the problem is that it is completely different in actual implementation.
Who can guarantee that the five people will all have the same starting conditions?
This is not a real-time strategy game.
As far as he knows, the second prince got much better territory than Border Town - uh, so it seems that there is no worse place among the five people than Border Town, and it is simply a big bad start.
In addition, how to evaluate the level of governance and population?
military?
economy?
Wimbleton III did not mention any standards, nor did it limit the competition at all.
What if someone plays assassination privately?
Did Queen Wang watch his sons kill each other?
Wait... He thought about it carefully, and then, another bad news, the queen had passed away five years ago.
Cheng Yan sighed. It was obvious that this was a barbaric and dark feudal era. You can see from the willful hunting of witches that it is already a very high starting point to dress up as a prince.
Besides, even if he did not get the throne, he was still the bloodline of the King of Gray Castle. As long as he could survive, he would be considered a lord.
And...what can you do if you become a king?
Without the Internet and without the nourishment of modern civilization, he would like these natives, burn a witch to play with it for nothing, live in a city where feces are dumped, and eventually die 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 a light gray curly hair, which was the most distinctive feature of the Gray Castle royal family.
His facial features are quite straight, but he has no straight face and looks completely empty.
His face was slightly pale and lacked exercise.
As for whether he was addicted to alcohol or not, he recalled that it seemed that it was okay. There were several lovers in the royal city, all of whom were voluntary and had never done anything to force others.
Cheng Yan also guessed the reason for his time travel - it should be that the Party A was urging the promotion without humanely, and the boss arranged a sudden death tragedy caused by working overtime overnight. Most of the protagonists of this type of case are related to coders, mechanical dogs, and engineering lions.
Forget it, no matter what you think, it is at least equivalent to an extra life, and I really shouldn't have complained too much.
In the days to come, he may be able to slowly reverse this life, but his first priority is to play the role of the Fourth Prince, and not let others find out, and tie them directly to the stake as a devil.
Since that's the case, live well first. He took a deep breath and whispered in the mirror, "From now on, I'm Roland."
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