Cheng Yan felt that someone was calling him.

"Your Highness, wake up......"

He turned his head away, but the voice didn't go away, but it grew louder. He felt someone reach over and tug at his sleeve.

"Your Highness, Your Royal Highness!"

Cheng Yan opened his eyes suddenly, and the familiar screens, desks, and walls covered with notes were gone, replaced by an eerie landscape—low masonry houses, a crowded circular square, and a gate-shaped gallows erected in the center of the square. He sat on a high platform across the square, not a soft revolving chair under his buttocks, but a cold, hard iron chair. There was a circle of people sitting around him, staring at him intently, and several of them were women dressed like ghostly medieval noblewomen covering their mouths and snickering.

What the hell is this? Shouldn't I be in a hurry to catch up with the progress of the drawings? Cheng Yan's mind was at a loss, working overtime for three consecutive days made him mentally and physically to the limit, but he remembered that in the end, he couldn't hold it anymore, his heartbeat became fast and slow, and he wanted to lie on the desk and rest for a while......

"Your Highness, please announce the verdict. ”

The speaker was the guy who had secretly pulled his sleeve, and he was old-looking, about fifty or sixty years old, dressed in a white robe, and at first glance looked a bit like Gandalf in the Lord of the Rings.

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

But he soon learned that the people in the square were looking in the direction of the gallows, waving their fists and shouting, and occasionally a stone or two would fly towards the gallows.

Cheng Yan had only seen such an ancient torture instrument in a movie - the columns on both sides were about four meters high, and a wooden beam was erected on the top of the column, and a rusty iron ring was inlaid in the middle of the beam, and the yellowed thick hemp rope passed through the iron ring, one end fixed under the gallows, and the other end was set around the prisoner's neck.

In this strange dream, he found that his eyesight had become surprisingly useful, and he could not read the words on the monitor without glasses, but now he could see every detail clearly on the gallows table fifty meters away.

The prisoner wore a hood, his hands were tied behind his back, and his coarse gray clothes were as dirty as rags. He was emaciated, and his exposed ankles seemed to be able to be pinched off with his hands. The front chest is slightly bulging, and it seems that it is a woman. She shivered in the wind, but still managed to keep her body straight.

Okay, what crime did this guy commit that so many people were waiting for her to be hanged with righteous indignation?

As soon as he thought about it, 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".

Tempted by the devil and depraved, the embodiment of the unclean.

"Your Highness?" Gandalf cautiously urged.

He glanced at the other party, well, it turned out that he was not called Gandalf, Barov was his real name, the assistant to the Minister of Finance, who was sent to handle government affairs for him.

And he is the fourth prince of the Gray Castle Kingdom, Roland, who came here to shepherd one side. The residents of the border town caught the witch and immediately took her to the police station - no, to the inquisition. Warrants for the execution of witches were usually issued by the local lord or bishop, and since he was in power in the region, it became a matter of duty.

Memories present the questions he needs to answer the most, without sifting through them or reading them, as if they were his own experience. Cheng Yan was confused for a while, there is absolutely no dream that can do such details, then, 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 a dignified fourth prince?

Despite how barren and backward the kingdom may seem, the name Greykeep Kingdom has never been seen in the history books.

So, what's next?

How this unscientific thing happened can be studied later, but the present farce must be put to an end - it is the norm of uncivilized civilization to attribute disasters and misfortunes to some poor ghosts, but it is really unacceptable to hang people to satisfy the dark psychology of the onlookers.

He grabbed the warrant held by Barov and threw it to the ground, stretched, "I'm sleepy, I'll be sentenced another day, and I'll be scattered today!"

Cheng Yan did not act recklessly, but carefully recalled the prince's style in his memory, and reproduced the kind of self-style. That's right, the fourth prince himself is such a fucked up, with a bad personality, and he thinks of one play after another. Then again, you can expect a prince in his early twenties who has no one to control how well he cultivates.

The nobleman sitting on the high platform with a look of surprise on his face, but a tall man in armor stood up, "Your Highness, this is not a joke! Once the identity of a witch is confirmed, she should be executed immediately, otherwise what if other witches are invited to take her away? ”

Carter Lannis, this decent man is actually his own chief knight. Cheng Yan frowned and said, "What, are you afraid?" The naked ridicule in his words was no longer exactly acting, a strong man with thicker arms than other people's bodies was actually worried about being robbed by the other party, and really regarded the witch as the devil's spokesperson? "Wouldn't it be better to have a few more to catch them all?"

Seeing that he was no longer silent, Cheng Yan waved his hand and beckoned the guards to take him away. Carter hesitated, but still followed the group and walked beside the fourth prince. The other nobles stood up and bent down in salute, but Cheng Yan's afterglow could see the undisguised contempt in the eyes of this group of people.

He was slightly relieved when he returned to the palace, the castle south of the border town, and ordered the guards to stop the anxious-looking minister's assistant outside the hall door.

As a person who works with computers 90% of the time, being able to perform such a play in front of everyone is already a super performance. Cheng Yan found his bedroom according to the location in his memory, sat on the bed and rested for a while before suppressing the violent 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 and come to this deserted place to do something?

He didn't want to be okay, but as soon as the thought came to him, he was stunned by the answer.

Roland Wimbledon came to fight for the throne.

It all started with the bizarre will of Wimbledon III, King of the Grey Keep: to inherit the kingdom, it is not the first prince who has the highest right to the throne, but the one who is most capable of governing the country. He sent his five adult children to the various territories under his rule, and five years later decided who would be appointed prince according to the level of governance.

The idea of living for the capable, coupled with equality between men and women, sounds like a very advanced concept, but the problem is that the actual implementation is completely different. Who can guarantee that all five players will start with the same conditions? This is not a real-time strategy game. As far as he knew, the second prince had gotten a much better territory than the frontier town - well, in that case, there seemed to be no worse place among the five than the frontier town, and it was a bad start.

In addition, how to evaluate the level of governance, population, military, economy, Wimbledon III did not mention any criteria, nor did he impose the slightest restriction on competition. What if someone was secretly playing assassination? Did the queen watch her son kill each other......? He thought about it carefully, and well, the bad news was that the queen had passed away five years ago.

Cheng Yan sighed, it was obvious that this was a barbaric and dark feudal era, and it could be seen from the wanton hunting of witches, dressing as a prince was already a very high starting point. Besides, even if he doesn't get the throne, he is still the bloodline of the king of the Grey Castle, and as long as he can live, he can be regarded as a lord of the land.

And...... What can he do as a king? Without the Internet and the nourishment of modern civilization, would he have to be like these natives, who had nothing to do with burning a witch to play with, living in a city where feces were dumped at will, and finally dying of the Black Death?

Cheng Yan suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bedroom, where the person in the mirror had light gray curly hair, which was the most distinctive feature of the Gray Castle royal family. The facial features are still upright, but the face is not upright, and it looks like no temperament. Slightly pale face and lack of exercise. As for whether he was addicted to alcohol, he recalled, it seemed that it was okay, there were a few lovers in Wangcheng, all of whom were voluntary, and they had not done anything to force others.

And the reason for his crossing, Cheng Yan also guessed a rough - it should be Party A's inhumane urging, the sudden death tragedy caused by the boss arranging overnight overtime, the protagonist of this kind of case is related to code farmers, mechanical dogs, and engineering lions.

Anyway, this is at least an extra life, and I really shouldn't complain too much. In the days to come, he may be able to slowly reverse this 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 horse's feet and be directly tied to the stake as a devil's possession.

"In that case, live well," he said in a deep breath and whispered into the mirror, "from now on, I will be Roland." ”