MTL - Release that Witch-Chapter 1 Starting today as a prince

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Cheng Yan feels that someone is calling him.

"His Royal Highness, wake up..."

He didn't leave his head, but the sound still didn't disappear, but it was getting bigger and bigger. He felt someone pull his hand over and gently pulled his sleeve.

"His Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness!"

Cheng Yan squinted, the familiar screen disappeared, the desk disappeared, and the wall covered with paper was gone. Instead, it was a weird view - a low brick house with a rounded square And the door type gallows erected in the center of the square. He sat on the high platform opposite the square, not under the buttocks, but a cold, hard iron chair. There was a circle of people sitting around, staring at him intently, and several of the women dressed as ghostly medieval ladies were covering their mouths and laughing.

What is this ghost place? Shouldn't I be rushing to the progress of the drawings? Cheng Yan’s mind was in a state of turmoil. Working overtime for three consecutive days brought his spirit and body to the limit. He only remembered that he couldn’t hold it anymore. His heartbeat became fast and slow, and he wanted to rest on his desk for a while...

"His Royal Highness, please announce the ruling."

The speaker is the one who secretly pulled his sleeves. He is old, about fifty or sixty years old, wearing a white robe, and it looks a bit like Gandalf in the Lord of the Rings.

I am dreaming? Cheng Yan licked his dry lips, ruling, what ruling?

But he soon knew that the people in the square looked at the direction of the gallows, waving their fists and occasionally flying one or two stones toward the gallows.

Cheng Yan only saw such an ancient torture tool in the movie - the two columns are about four meters high, the top of the column is covered with a wooden beam, the middle of the beam is inlaid with rusty iron rings, and the yellowish hemp rope passes through the iron. The ring is fixed at one end under the gallows and the other end is placed over the prisoner's neck.

In this strange dream, he found that his vision became amazingly easy to use. He couldn’t see the words on the display without wearing glasses, but now every detail on the gallows 50 meters away can be seen. Clear two Chu.

The prisoner took his headgear and his hands were tied behind him. The rough gray singles were dirty like rags. The body is thin, and the exposed ankle seems to be pinched off by hand. The front chest is slightly bulging and it seems to be a famous woman. She shivered in the wind, but still tried to stand up straight.

Well, this guy has committed a crime of forgiveness, so that so many people are waiting for her to be hanged?

Just thinking about it, the memory in Cheng Yan’s mind seems to be suddenly connected, and the answer comes to me at almost the same time.

She is a "witch."

Enchanted by the devil and fallen, the incarnation of the unclean.

"His Royal Highness?" Gandalf cautiously urged.

He glanced at the other side. Hey, it didn't call Gandalf. Barov was his real name. The assistant of the Finance Minister was sent to handle the government affairs.

And himself, the four princes of the Grey Fort Kingdom, Roland, came here to graze. The residents of Bianbu Town caught the witch and immediately sent it to the police station. No, it was sent to the trial center. The warrant of the execution of the witch is usually issued by the local lord or the bishop. Since he is in power here, the issuance of the warrant has become a matter of division.

Memory presents the questions he needs to answer most, without screening or reading, as if this was his own experience. Cheng Yan was confused for a moment, absolutely no dream can do such details, then, is this not a dream? He crossed the dark ages of Europe in the Middle Ages and became Roland? From a drawing dog that has been working overnight, has become a four-prince prince?

Although the kingdom of this kingdom seems so poor and backward, the name of the Grey Fortress Kingdom has never been seen in history books.

So what do you want to do next?

How to go through this unscientific thing can be studied later, but this farce must be terminated. It is the normal state of uncivilized civilization to attribute the disaster to some poor ghosts, but it is necessary It is unacceptable to hang people to meet the darkness of the onlookers.

He grabbed the hand of Barov and threw it on the ground, and stretched out. "Sleepy, and sentenced again, it’s gone today!"

Cheng Yan did not act recklessly, but carefully recalled the prince's style of acting in memory, and reproduced the kind of enthusiasm that was going on. Yes, the four princes are so fucked, their character is bad, and they think of one out. In other words, I can count on how good a prince is in his early twenties and no one can do it.

The noble man sitting on the high platform looked strange and strange, but a tall man wearing a armor stood up. "His Highness, this is not a joke! Once the witch identity is confirmed, it should be executed immediately, or other witches will be robbed. What should I do? The church knows that it will not sit idly by."

Carter Lannis, this decent man is actually his chief knight. Cheng Yan frowned. "Why, are you afraid?" The naked sarcasm in his speech is not entirely acting. A strong man with a thicker arm than his body is worried about being jailed by the other party. Is the witch a spokesperson? “Is it better to have a few more nets?”

Seeing that he no longer speaks, Cheng Yan waved his hand and called the guard to take him away. Carter hesitated, or kept up with the team and walked on the side of the four princes. Other nobles got up and bent down to pay tribute, but Cheng Yan's afterglow can see the unsightly contempt in this group of people's eyes.

Returning to the palace - that is, in the castle on the south side of Bianbu Town, the guardian guarded the anxious ministerial assistant outside the hall, and he was relieved.

As a person who deals with computers for 90% of the time, it is super-level to play in front of everyone. Cheng Yan found his bedroom according to the position in the memory, and sat down on the bed for a while before suppressing the intense heartbeat. The most important thing at the moment is to make the situation clear. As a prince, don't stay in Wangcheng, what are you doing in this ridiculous place?

I didn't want to be okay, and when the thoughts just came out, he was stunned by the answer.

Roland Wimbledon came to fight for the throne.

The origin of all comes from the wonderful purpose of the king of the Grey Fort, Wimbledon III: To inherit this kingdom, it is not the earliest born prince who has the highest right of right, but the person who is most capable of governing the country to be in power. He sent the five children of adulthood to various territories under the rule of law. Five years later, he decided to establish a prince according to the level of governance.

Being able to live, plus equality between men and women, sounds like a very advanced concept. The problem is that the actual implementation is completely different. Who can guarantee that the opening conditions of the five people are the same? This is not a real-time strategy game. As far as he knows, the territory acquired by the second prince is much better than that of Bianbu Town. Well, as such, there seems to be no worse place among the five people than Bianbu Town. It is a bad start.

In addition, how to evaluate the level of governance, population? military? economic? Wimbledon III did not mention any standards and did not impose any restrictions on competition. What if someone had to play the assassination in private? Was the Queen watching her son killing each other? Wait... He thought about it carefully, and it’s a bad news. The queen passed away five years ago.

Cheng Yan sighed, obviously this is a brutal and dark feudal era. It can be seen from the hunter-hunting of witches. Wearing a prince is already a very high starting point. Besides, even if he does not get the throne, he is still the blood of the king of the gray castle. As long as he can survive, the land is also considered a lord.

And... what can you do with the king? Without the Internet, without the nourishment of modern civilization, he would like to be like this group of indigenous people, nothing to burn a witch, live in a city where the feces are dumped at will, and finally die from the black death?

Cheng Yan suppressed the thoughts in his heart and walked to the floor mirror in the bedroom. The person in the mirror had a light gray curly hair, which is the most distinctive feature of the gray castle royal family. The five senses are still correct, that is, there is no formality in the face, and there is no temperament. His face was slightly pale and lacked exercise. As for whether or not he was addicted to wine, he recalled that it seems to be okay. There are several lovers in Wangcheng, all of which are voluntary, and have not done anything to force others.

However, Cheng Yan also guessed the reason for it. It should be that Party A has no humanity to promote the degree of promotion. The boss arranges the sudden death caused by overtime work in the night. The protagonists of such cases are all in the same way. Dogs, related to engineering lions.

No matter what you think, this is at least equivalent to an extra life, and you shouldn’t complain too much. In the days to come, he may be able to slowly reverse this life, but the primary task at present is to play the good four princes, not let others discover the horse's feet, and directly attach them to the stake column as the devil's possession.

"In this case, let's live well," he took a deep breath and whispered in the mirror. "From now on, I am Roland."