Chapter 1: Traverse

Standing on the towering roof, Chris had a bird's eye view of the entire castle. Around him were thick walls and flying black flags. Outside the castle, there were large wheat fields and forests and mountains farther away.

He reached out and rubbed his forehead, because there was a dizzy and painful feeling of hangover. He wanted to think back hard, how could he be here? And where is this?

A fragment of the memory broke above a pair of delicate leather shoes and stiff trousers, and Chris remembered that he was standing on the top of a skyscraper.

By the way, I remember... I jumped off the building... I jumped on the top floor of my company... The memory fragments in Chris's brain became coherent and reminded him many things.

In his memory, he is dead, but now he is standing on the roof of a castle, and he only vaguely remembers one name in his mind: Tangning.

Just as he tried to recall more memories, as if he had opened Pandora's box, countless messages appeared in his brain. All these messages collided in Chris' mind, connected like meridians.

Forging knowledge, metallurgical knowledge... The various achievements and conclusions of modern industrial civilization are embedded in these golden veins like fruits, turning them into trunks and branches.

Chris seemed to see the entire history of mankind before him. The experience, methods, science, and knowledge accumulated over the millennia eventually converged into a thriving golden tree, with luxuriant branches standing upright in his mind.

Those industrial equipment he had never seen before, and those chemistry knowledge he had studied for ten years, were all clearly engraved on the golden veins that make up the big tree, and Chris could touch them at will, just like in a library. It's so convenient to flip through a monograph.

"Ah!" This process gave him a splitting headache. Chris subconsciously hugged his head, his body twisted and struggled in pain, and he even started to retire frantically.

"Crack!" The window behind him was pushed open from the inside, and a man in black armor stretched out his hand and yelled in horror: "My lord! My lord, don't jump!"

Chris turned his head subconsciously and saw the man in armor behind him, and then he felt that he was empty under his feet, and he leaned back.

He stretched out his hand to grab something, but he didn't catch anything. When he fell, he really wanted to shout loudly to the **** behind him: "I didn't want to jump..."

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When Chris opened his eyes again, he saw the silk-covered bed top. He doesn't like this western style, it is cumbersome and very impractical.

"Uh." Pulling open his dry lips, he made a hoarse voice, alarming several anxious figures waiting there by the bed.

"My lord is awake." The man in armor walked to Chris's bed first, and then two middle-aged men in gorgeous robes.

"Where am I?" Chris felt that his throat was about to catch fire, and asked weakly.

The man in armor looked at a middle-aged man next to him, and then looked at Chris with some confusion: "My lord, you are in your bedroom."

Because when he was bored, he had read countless travel novels, and Chris was still very calm at this time. He knew that he was not dreaming, and that everything in front of him was real.

He crossed, and crossed to a Westerner. It seems that this is medieval Europe, and he happened to dabble in extensively and he also knew something about medieval Europe.

If you have come, you will be at ease. He would never dare to ask Chris to jump off the building again. People who have committed suicide often don't have the courage to die again.

What's more, catching up with such a fashionable thing as crossing, Chris has no idea of ​​death now. He is ready to accept travel benefits and enjoy a more exciting life journey here.

"Master Chris!" Just as Chris was thinking about it, a middle-aged man who looked like a minister next to the bed said: "There is no disaster that can't be overcome. You can't commit suicide."

"Yes, sir, although we have to pay a heavy tax of 1,000 gold coins a year, there will always be a solution." Another middle-aged man who also looked like a minister also followed with comfort.

These two ministers were very interesting, and Chris looked at them curiously: one was a bald man with a thick beard, and the other had long flowing hair without a beard.

Chris didn't know the names of the two of them, so he thought a little, and sacrificed the strongest killer of the traverser to pretend amnesia!

At this moment, he saw Oscar, Golden Globe, Baihua, Golden Rooster possessed by various celebrities, and said confidently: "I can't remember anything, my mind is blank."

Two middle-aged people look at me and I look at you, a little at a loss. The man in armor on the side opened his mouth first and saw him kneeling on one knee in grief, crying out: "My lord! I am your most loyal general Wagron! Don't you remember me?"

"I am your retainer Dines, Lord Chris." The middle-aged man with long hair introduced himself. As soon as his words fell, another bald man introduced himself: "I am your retainer, Strider... Do you remember it?"

"Can't think of it." Chris, who still has a straight face, is a bachelor. Since he wants to play amnesia, he must play it to the end. He knows nothing about everything in front of him, and he has to start all over again.

He tried hard to awaken the memory in his mind, but only saw the towering tree and the countless technologies with such a powerful golden finger. If he wants to come to this world, he will definitely be able to get along well.

Isn't that all written in the novel? Guns to the cavalry, artillery to demolish the city walls, punching Germany, kicking England, lying on the knees of a drunk beauty, waking up the world, this is a routine, full of farming routines!

Chris couldn't help but chuckle when he thought of this, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Well, uh... Wagron... I know this is a little weird, but I really can't remember anything." Chris tried to put on a depressed look: "Ah! I'm a little hungry now Now, can you prepare something to eat for me?"

Since he has retainers and generals in the army, Chris feels that at least he won't worry about eating. No matter how poor a lord is, he can still enjoy endless food.

Sure enough, after he suggested that he was hungry, the waiter who rushed over prepared plenty of food for him: chopped bread cubes, and warm mashed potatoes, a piece of beef half-baked lying in the middle of the plate, It is a pity that there is not even a decent bottle of red wine here.

Chris desperately dealt with the unpalatable food in front of him with a knife and fork, and he was constantly complaining about the development history of western food. Couldn't these Westerners transfer one-thousandth of the cleverness used in colonialism to making food Is it?

"By the way, what is the matter of paying 1,000 gold coins?" Chris put down his knife and fork after eating some mashed potatoes and croutons.

The **** beef in it affected his appetite. In comparison, he still felt that the half-ripe steaks in the western restaurant in the previous life were more tempting.

"My lord, the Arante Empire raised the tax a few days ago, raising our original annual tax of 300 gold coins to 1,000 gold coins." Sitting on Chris's left hand, Deans mentioned this headache.

"This income is almost all of the city of Serris. If we hand it over, then we won't even have money to feed the soldiers." Strider followed.

It seems that if you don't overthrow the mountain above your head, it won't be easy to rise. Chris sighed in his heart, and then realized another problem.

and many more! This Arante Empire... which empire is it? He is familiar with European history, but he really doesn't know the name of this country.

He even searched the tree of knowledge in his mind, and was even more sure that this Arante Empire definitely did not exist in the civilization of his previous life.

I... It seems to have made this journey easier. After falling to the bottom of the excitement before, Chris realized that what he had traveled to was not a certain node in history, but to another world...

He raised his head and wanted to relieve his mood. The huge mural above his head came into his eyes. A giant dragon covered with armor was breathing flames in the crowd, and countless soldiers were killing the monster.

"This mural... is really good." Chris subconsciously sighed, who was confused about his journey through another world.

"Yes, my lord. This is the heroic story of your grandfather, the lord of Elanhill Tyrans, leading the army to slay dragons." When he mentioned this, Wagron, who commanded the castle army, finally became interested and said Echoed: "That was an amazing battle."

"Haha, this myth is really good, my ancestor was a dragon slayer? Haha." Chris forced a smile, dismissing Wagron's statement.

Have the ancestors of this body slaughtered a dragon? What are you kidding about? It's a little bit farther to make up mythological stories to raise your family's lineage. For example, if you slaughtered a dragon five hundred years ago, how can you say that your grandfather slaughtered a dragon decades ago?

and many more!

"This...the world...really have dragons?" Chris suddenly realized something, his eyes widened and he stopped smiling. He looked at his army commander, Wagron, and asked in a long tone in surprise.

"Of course." Wagron nodded, affirming to the owner who had lost his memory: "And there are many..."