Cheng Yan felt someone calling him.
"Your Highness, wake up..."
He turned his head away, but the voice still did not disappear, but became louder and louder. He felt someone reaching out and gently pulling his sleeve.
"Your Highness, Your Highness!"
Cheng Yan opened his eyes suddenly. The familiar screen was gone, the desk was gone, and the wall covered with notes was gone. Instead, there was a strange scene - low brick and stone houses, a circular square with people surging, and a door-shaped gallows set up in the center of the square. He sat on a high platform opposite the square, and under his butt was not a soft swivel chair, but a cold and hard iron chair. There was a circle of people sitting around him, staring at him intently, and several women dressed like medieval noble ladies were covering their mouths and laughing.
What the hell is this place? Shouldn't I be catching up on the drawings? Cheng Yan's mind was blank. Three days of continuous overtime had pushed his spirit and body to their limits. He only remembered that he could not hold on any longer. His heartbeat became fast and slow. He wanted to lie down on the desk to rest for a while...
"Your Highness, please announce the verdict."
The speaker was the guy who secretly pulled his sleeve. He looked old, about fifty or sixty years old, wearing a white robe. At first glance, he looked a bit like Gandalf in the Lord of the Rings.
Am I dreaming? Cheng Yan licked his dry lips. Verdict, what verdict?
But he soon found out. People in the square were looking at the gallows, waving their fists and shouting, and occasionally one or two stones would fly towards the gallows.
Cheng Yan had only seen such an ancient torture device in movies - the two pillars on both sides were about four meters high, with a wooden beam on the top of the pillars, and a rusty iron ring inlaid in the middle of the beam. The yellowed thick hemp rope passed through the iron ring, one end was fixed under the gallows, and the other end was put around the prisoner's neck.
In this strange dream, he found that his eyesight had become amazingly good. Normally, he couldn't see the words on the display without glasses, but now he could see every detail of the gallows fifty meters away clearly.
The prisoner was wearing a hood and her hands were tied behind her back. She was a naked woman with a thin body. Her exposed ankles seemed to be broken by hand. Her round breasts were bulging, and her small nipples seemed to be stimulated by the cold wind and stood up. Looking closely, there were still a few teeth marks on the areola. Her body was covered with dust and white mucus that had dried or was still flowing, especially between her legs. Her smooth vagina was wide open, and the red and white mucus mixed together covered her legs.
A scene emerged in Cheng Yan's mind. In a dim cell, he knelt on the straw, holding his slender waist with his hands, and his hips kept moving forward. The hard cock under his crotch was wrapped by the warm and tight flesh hole. Looking up and forward, the woman who was being fucked had flaxen shoulder-length hair, a black cloth in front of her eyes, and her hands were firmly fixed behind her back. There was naturally a man in front of the woman, holding the woman's head with both hands, and the cock under his crotch was rapidly in and out of the woman's mouth. After fucking for a long time, Cheng Yan felt that his lower body could not be controlled. His body trembled for a while, and he ejaculated into the woman's body. In the last scene, Cheng Yan's shrunken cock was squeezed out of the flesh hole, and the blood-stained semen slowly dripped from between the woman's round legs.
From this point of view, it seems that this is the woman who is about to be hanged.
Well, what crime did this guy commit that made so many people indignantly wait for her to be hanged? I vaguely remember that when the woman was escorted here, she was beaten and scolded by the people because she was naked. Some people poked her vagina, nipples and anus with branches, and even threw urine on her. It was extremely insulting. If there were no soldiers to stop her, she would have been bleeding.
As soon as the thought came to this, Cheng Yan's memory seemed to be suddenly connected, and the answer appeared in front of him almost at the same time.
She is a "witch".
She was tempted by the devil and fell, the embodiment of the unclean.
"Your Highness?" Gandalf urged cautiously.
He glanced at the other party. Well, it turned out that his name was not Gandalf. Barov was his real name. He was the assistant of the Minister of Finance and was sent to handle government affairs for him.
And he was the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle, Roland, who came here to shepherd. The residents of the border town caught the witch and immediately sent her to the police station-no, to the court. The warrant for the execution of witches is usually issued by the local lord or bishop. Since he is in power here, issuing the warrant is also his job.
His memory presents the questions he needs to answer the most one by one. He does not need to filter or read, as if this is his personal experience. Cheng Yan was confused for a moment. No dream could be so detailed. So, this is not a dream? He traveled to the dark ages of the European Middle Ages and became Roland? From a drawing dog who worked overnight to the fourth prince?
Although this kingdom's territory looks so barren and backward, the name of the Kingdom of Graycastle has never been seen in history books.
So, what should be done next?
How such an unscientific thing as time travel happened can be studied later, but this farce must be stopped. It is the norm of uncivilized civilization to attribute disasters and misfortunes to some poor ghosts, but to hang them to satisfy the dark psychology of the onlookers is really unacceptable to Cheng Yan, especially since his predecessor seemed to have taken the lead in raping this poor woman.
He grabbed the warrant held by Barov and threw it to the ground, then stretched his body, "I'm sleepy, let's judge another day, let's go today!"
Cheng Yan did not do this rashly, but carefully recalled the prince's style of doing things in his memory, and reproduced the kind of self-willed dandy spirit. That's right, the fourth prince is such a jerk, with a bad personality, and he does whatever he wants. After all, how much good cultivation can be expected from a prince in his early twenties who is uncontrollable.
The nobles sitting on the high platform looked indifferent, but a tall man in armor stood up, "Your Highness, this is not a joke! Once the identity of the witch is confirmed, she should be executed immediately, otherwise what if she is kidnapped by other witches? The church will not sit idly by if it finds out."
Carter Lannis, this upright man is actually his chief knight. Cheng Yan frowned and said, "Why, are you afraid?" The naked mockery in his words was not entirely acting. A strong man with arms thicker than his body was actually worried about being jailbroken by the other party. Did he really regard the witch as the devil's spokesperson? "Wouldn't it be better if there were more of them?"
Seeing that he stopped talking, Cheng Yan waved his hand and asked the guards to take him away. Carter hesitated, but still followed the team and walked beside the fourth prince. The other nobles stood up and bowed to greet him, but Cheng Yan could see the undisguised contempt in the eyes of this group of people.
Back in the palace, that is, the castle located in the south of the border town, he ordered the guards to stop the anxious minister's assistant outside the hall door, and he was slightly relieved.
As a person who spends 90% of his time dealing with computers, being able to perform such a scene in front of everyone is already an extraordinary performance. Cheng Yan found his bedroom according to the location in his memory, sat on the bed and rested for a long time before suppressing the violent heartbeat. The most important thing at the moment was to figure out the situation. As a prince, why didn't he stay in the royal city and come to this desolate place?
It would have been better if he didn't think about it. As soon as the thought came to his mind, he was stunned by the answer.
Roland Wimbledon actually came here to fight for the throne.
Everything originated from the strange decree of King Wimbledon III of Graycastle: To inherit the kingdom, it is not the first-born prince who has the highest priority, but the one who is most capable of governing the country who can hold power. He sent his five adult children to various territories under his rule, and decided who would be the crown prince five years later based on the governance level.
The capable should take the throne, plus gender equality, which sounds like a very advanced concept, but the problem is that the actual implementation is completely different. Who can guarantee that the five people have the same starting conditions? This is not a real-time strategy game. As far as he knows, the territory obtained by the second prince is much better than Border Town - well, in this case, it seems that there is no place worse than Border Town among the five people, which is simply a big disadvantage at the beginning.
In addition, how to evaluate the governance level, population? Military? Economy? Wimbledon III did not mention any standards, nor did he impose any restrictions on competition. What if someone secretly tried to assassinate him? Would the queen watch her sons kill each other? Wait... He thought about it carefully. Well, 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. The wanton hunting of witches could tell one thing or another. Being a prince was already a very high starting point. Besides, even if he didn't get the throne, he was still the blood of the King of Graycastle. As long as he could survive, he would be a lord if he was given a title and land.
And... what would it matter if he became a king? Without the Internet and the nourishment of modern civilization, would he be like these natives, burning witches for fun, living in a city where feces were dumped at will, and finally dying from the ravages of the Black Death?
Cheng Yan suppressed his chaotic thoughts and walked to the floor-length mirror in the bedroom. The person in the mirror had light gray curly hair, which was the most distinctive feature of the Graycastle royal family. His facial features were regular, but his face was untidy and he looked like he had no temperament at all. His face was slightly pale and he lacked exercise. As for whether he was addicted to alcohol and sex, he recalled that it seemed okay. He had several lovers in the royal city, all of whom were voluntary, and he had never forced anyone to do anything.
As for the reason why he traveled through time, Cheng Yan also guessed roughly - it should be the client's inhumane urging of progress, and the boss arranged overnight overtime, which led to the sudden death tragedy. The protagonists of such cases are most likely related to programmers, mechanical dogs, and engineering lions.
That's it, no matter how you think about it, this is at least equivalent to an extra life, and he really shouldn't complain too much. In the days to come, he may be able to slowly change this kind of life, but the first task at present is to play the role of the fourth prince well, so as not to let others find out the flaws and tie him directly to the stake as a demon.
"In this case, live well first," he took a deep breath and whispered to the mirror, "From now on, I am Roland."