Cheng Yan sensed that someone was calling him.
„Your Highness, wake up…..“
He couldn’t classify from where, but the sound he heard still didn’t disappear, actually it got even louder. Then he could feel someone gently pulling his sleeve.
“Your Highness, my Royal Prince ！”
Cheng Yan abruptly opened his eyes, the familiar surrounding had disappeared, the desk was gone, the familiar walls were also gone, replaced by a strange landscape – a round square was enclosed by low brick houses, in whose center some gallows were erected. He himself sat at a table across the square, there was no soft rotating chair under his butt, but a cold hard iron chair. Also a circle of people was sitting around him and watched him intently. Several of them were dressed as medieval ladies and tried to suppress their giggles.
“What the hell? What damnable place is this?” Cheng Yan mind was at a loss, for three consecutive days he worked overtime thus he was mentally and physically at his limit, he barely remembered that his heartbeats became unsteady, he only wanted to lie down on his desk and take a break ……
“Your Highness, please declare your ruling.”
The speaker was the one that secretly pulled his sleeve, his face was old, being in his fifties or sixties, he wore a white robe, at first glance he looked a bit like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings.
Am I dreaming? Cheng Yan licked his dry lips, ruling, what decision?
But soon he understood, the people were looking in the direction of the square at the gallows. Many people were on the square, waving their fists while shouting, occasionally even one or two stones flew toward the gallows.
Cheng Yan had seen such ancient instruments of torture only in movies – both sides of the basis were about four meters high, the capital pillar consisted of a main beam, the crossbeam was inlaid with a rusty iron ring, a thick yellow hemp rope ran through the iron ring, one end fixed at the gallows, the other end on the prisoner’s neck.
In this strange dream, he found that he always saw everything clearly, usually he did not wear his glasses to see the words on the computer screen, but now the gallows which were fifty meters away, Cheng Yan could see every detail on stage even without them.
The prisoner wore a hood, hands tied behind his back, his clothes were grey in color and made out of a rough fabric with unlined dirty rags. He had a thin figure, it seemed even possible that someone could enclose the exposed ankle with one hand. With a slightly bulged chest the prisoner appeared to be female. She shivered in the wind, but still tried to stand with a straight body.
Well stop, in the end what crime did this woman commit that so many people were outraged waiting for her to be hanged?
The cause of this situation was, Cheng Yan memories appeared as if suddenly turned on, the answer came almost at the same time.
She is a “witch.”
Fallen by the temptation of the devil, an incarnation of evil.
“Your Highness?” Gandalf cautiously urged.
He glanced at the other one, well, he wasn’t called Gandalf, his real name was Barov, his assistant finance minister, dispatched to help him with the government.
While he himself imitated the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Greycastle, Roland, who came here to govern this region. The residents of this border town caught the witch, they seized her and immediately turned her over to the local police station – no, she was seized and turned over to the trial. Death warrant for witches were generally ordered by local lords or bishops but since he came here to power, a warrant has become his obligation to do.
His memory would answer most presented questions one by one, unnecessary to filter, also unnecessary to read, as if it has always been his experience. Cheng Yan was temporarily confused, absolutely no dream could have so many details, then this was not a dream? He really traveled through time to the dark ages of medieval Europe and became Roland? From a pitiful dog into a grand fourth Prince overnight?
This piece of territory looks so barren and backward, the Kingdom of Greycastle, that name has never been seen in history books.
“Well, then how do I want to handle this?”
How to go on with this unscientific situation can happen after further study, but this present farce has to stop immediately – this disaster comes down to some unfortunate wretch that’s barbaric, but it will need other people hanged to satisfy the watching mass, Chen Yan really can’t accept it.
He grabbed the warrant holed by Barov and threw it on the ground, slowly he said, “I am sleepy, the judging will happen another day, disperse the present people!”
Cheng Yan couldn’t risk to be reckless, he had to rather carefully reflect about the former prince behavior, so he could continue on the former way of dandyism. That’s right, the fourth prince himself was so messed up, with a nasty character, it was a tough one. Anyway, can we expect a twenty-something to get out of predicament without problems?
The nobility who sat on stage had a surprised look, a tall man wearing a suit of armor stood up, “Your Highness, this is not a joke! An identified witch should be killed immediately upon confirmation, or it would provoke other witches to seize her, what’s to be done? If the church knew they would not sit idly. ”
Carter, this decent looking man was actually his chief knight. Cheng Yan frowned, “Why? Are you scared?” His naked mockery speech was not completely acting, a man much stronger than other actually feared a prison raid from women, were witches really the devil’s spokesperson? “Isn’t it better to catch everyone in one net than always only few?”
Seeing him no longer uttering a word, Cheng Yan waved his hand to call his personal guards and left. Carter hesitated to go down, to catch up with the troops walking by the fourth princes side. The other nobles got up and send their best regards, but Cheng Yan seeing this had only undisguised contempt in his eyes.
Back in the palace – the castle was located in the south of the border town, his personal guard stopped the anxious looking assistant minister outside the door to the hall, this made him feeling relieved.
As a person who was ninety percent of his time dealing with people through the computer, to face everyone before was already surpassing his usual behavior. Chen Yan found in his memory the location of his own bedroom, took a seat on his bed and got a moment of good rest, trying to suppress his violent beating heart. At the present time the most important matter was to clarify the situation, the prince, who couldn’t stay in the Wimbledon City, why was he in this barren land?
The unexpected answer he came up with made himself stupefied.
Roland Wimbledon, actually came here to fight over the title of king.
Everything originated from King Wimbledon III of Graycastle wonderful purpose: “You want to inherit the kingdom? Not the first-born prince has the right to become king, but the most capable person in governing a country.” He put various territories under the rule of his five children and after five years he would decide who would become the crown prince according to the level of his governance.
Meritocracy, plus the equality between men and women, this sound like a very advanced concept, but the problem was the actual implementation of this concept. Who could guarantee that the five people starting conditions were the same? This was not playing a real-time strategy game. To his knowledge, the second son got a better territory than this border town – uh, so to say, it seems in the five territory no other where worse than his frontier town, simply his starting point was much inferior.
In addition, how to assess the level of governance, by the population? Military power? Economic? Wimbledon III did not mention any standard, nor did he put the slightest restriction on the way of competition. Just in case someone secretly assassinate other candidates, what would he do? Does the queen stand by the side while watching her children killing each other? Etc. …… He carefully recalled the next memory, all right, another bad news, the queen had died five years ago.
Cheng Yan sighed, obviously this was a barbaric dark feudal era, from wantonly killing witches one could see one or two things, being the prince was already a very high starting point. Besides, even when he did not get the throne, he would still be of the blood of the Kings of Graycastle, as long as he was alive, he was knighted and would be considered as one of the lords.
Also …… Why should he become king? No Internet, no comfortably modern civilization, he would have to live the same life as the native people, burning witches out of fun, to live in a city where everyone dump excrement as one wishes, finally ding from the Black Death?
Cheng Yan suppressed the wandering thoughts, went to the front of the bedroom mirror, the man in the mirror had light grey hair, this was the royal family most distinctive feature. With regular facial features, it seemed to be completely without personality traits. His face was slightly pale and he seemed to lack physical exercises. As for wine and woman, he recalled, he was tolerable, he had several lovers in the King City, but all belonged to the voluntary type, he didn’t force anyone.
And the cause of his own crossing over, Cheng Yan guessed that thanks to the company’s inhumanly urging to progress forward, the boss had arranged to work overtime and that actually led to the tragedy of his sudden death.
In the end, no matter how people think, at least I got the equivalent of an extra life, I really shouldn’t complain too much. In subsequent days I might be able to slowly reverse this life, but my first task is to play a good fourth prince, so that other people don’t find something amiss, since being possessed by the devil directly leads to execution by fire.
“So, to live well,” he took a deep breath, looked in the mirror and whispered “From now on, I’m Roland.”
Cheng Yan sensed that someone was calling him.
„Your Highness, wake up…..“
He couldn’t classify from where, but the sound he heard still didn’t disappear, actually it got even louder. Then he could feel someone gently pulling his sleeve.
“Your Highness, my Royal Prince ！”
Cheng Yan abruptly opened his eyes, the familiar surrounding had disappeared, the desk was gone, the familiar walls were also gone, replaced by a strange landscape – a round square was enclosed by low brick houses, in whose center some gallows were erected. He himself sat at a table across the square, there was no soft rotating chair under his butt, but a cold hard iron chair. Also a circle of people was sitting around him and watched him intently. Several of them were dressed as medieval ladies and tried to suppress their giggles.
“What the hell? What damnable place is this?” Cheng Yan mind was at a loss, for three consecutive days he worked overtime thus he was mentally and physically at his limit, he barely remembered that his heartbeats became unsteady, he only wanted to lie down on his desk and take a break ……
“Your Highness, please declare your ruling.”
The speaker was the one that secretly pulled his sleeve, his face was old, being in his fifties or sixties, he wore a white robe, at first glance he looked a bit like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings.
Am I dreaming? Cheng Yan licked his dry lips, ruling, what decision?
But soon he understood, the people were looking in the direction of the square at the gallows. Many people were on the square, waving their fists while shouting, occasionally even one or two stones flew toward the gallows.
Cheng Yan had seen such ancient instruments of torture only in movies – both sides of the basis were about four meters high, the capital pillar consisted of a main beam, the crossbeam was inlaid with a rusty iron ring, a thick yellow hemp rope ran through the iron ring, one end fixed at the gallows, the other end on the prisoner’s neck.
In this strange dream, he found that he always saw everything clearly, usually he did not wear his glasses to see the words on the computer screen, but now the gallows which were fifty meters away, Cheng Yan could see every detail on stage even without them.
The prisoner wore a hood, hands tied behind his back, his clothes were grey in color and made out of a rough fabric with unlined dirty rags. He had a thin figure, it seemed even possible that someone could enclose the exposed ankle with one hand. With a slightly bulged chest the prisoner appeared to be female. She shivered in the wind, but still tried to stand with a straight body.
Well stop, in the end what crime did this woman commit that so many people were outraged waiting for her to be hanged?
The cause of this situation was, Cheng Yan memories appeared as if suddenly turned on, the answer came almost at the same time.
She is a “witch.”
Fallen by the temptation of the devil, an incarnation of evil.
“Your Highness?” Gandalf cautiously urged.
He glanced at the other one, well, he wasn’t called Gandalf, his real name was Barov, his assistant finance minister, dispatched to help him with the government.
While he himself imitated the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Greycastle, Roland, who came here to govern this region. The residents of this border town caught the witch, they seized her and immediately turned her over to the local police station – no, she was seized and turned over to the trial. Death warrant for witches were generally ordered by local lords or bishops but since he came here to power, a warrant has become his obligation to do.
His memory would answer most presented questions one by one, unnecessary to filter, also unnecessary to read, as if it has always been his experience. Cheng Yan was temporarily confused, absolutely no dream could have so many details, then this was not a dream? He really traveled through time to the dark ages of medieval Europe and became Roland? From a pitiful dog into a grand fourth Prince overnight?
This piece of territory looks so barren and backward, the Kingdom of Greycastle, that name has never been seen in history books.
“Well, then how do I want to handle this?”
How to go on with this unscientific situation can happen after further study, but this present farce has to stop immediately – this disaster comes down to some unfortunate wretch that’s barbaric, but it will need other people hanged to satisfy the watching mass, Chen Yan really can’t accept it.
He grabbed the warrant holed by Barov and threw it on the ground, slowly he said, “I am sleepy, the judging will happen another day, disperse the present people!”
Cheng Yan couldn’t risk to be reckless, he had to rather carefully reflect about the former prince behavior, so he could continue on the former way of dandyism. That’s right, the fourth prince himself was so messed up, with a nasty character, it was a tough one. Anyway, can we expect a twenty-something to get out of predicament without problems?
The nobility who sat on stage had a surprised look, a tall man wearing a suit of armor stood up, “Your Highness, this is not a joke! An identified witch should be killed immediately upon confirmation, or it would provoke other witches to seize her, what’s to be done? If the church knew they would not sit idly. ”
Carter, this decent looking man was actually his chief knight. Cheng Yan frowned, “Why? Are you scared?” His naked mockery speech was not completely acting, a man much stronger than other actually feared a prison raid from women, were witches really the devil’s spokesperson? “Isn’t it better to catch everyone in one net than always only few?”
Seeing him no longer uttering a word, Cheng Yan waved his hand to call his personal guards and left. Carter hesitated to go down, to catch up with the troops walking by the fourth princes side. The other nobles got up and send their best regards, but Cheng Yan seeing this had only undisguised contempt in his eyes.
Back in the palace – the castle was located in the south of the border town, his personal guard stopped the anxious looking assistant minister outside the door to the hall, this made him feeling relieved.
As a person who was ninety percent of his time dealing with people through the computer, to face everyone before was already surpassing his usual behavior. Chen Yan found in his memory the location of his own bedroom, took a seat on his bed and got a moment of good rest, trying to suppress his violent beating heart. At the present time the most important matter was to clarify the situation, the prince, who couldn’t stay in the Wimbledon City, why was he in this barren land?
The unexpected answer he came up with made himself stupefied.
Roland Wimbledon, actually came here to fight over the title of king.
Everything originated from King Wimbledon III of Graycastle wonderful purpose: “You want to inherit the kingdom? Not the first-born prince has the right to become king, but the most capable person in governing a country.” He put various territories under the rule of his five children and after five years he would decide who would become the crown prince according to the level of his governance.
Meritocracy, plus the equality between men and women, this sound like a very advanced concept, but the problem was the actual implementation of this concept. Who could guarantee that the five people starting conditions were the same? This was not playing a real-time strategy game. To his knowledge, the second son got a better territory than this border town – uh, so to say, it seems in the five territory no other where worse than his frontier town, simply his starting point was much inferior.
In addition, how to assess the level of governance, by the population? Military power? Economic? Wimbledon III did not mention any standard, nor did he put the slightest restriction on the way of competition. Just in case someone secretly assassinate other candidates, what would he do? Does the queen stand by the side while watching her children killing each other? Etc. …… He carefully recalled the next memory, all right, another bad news, the queen had died five years ago.
Cheng Yan sighed, obviously this was a barbaric dark feudal era, from wantonly killing witches one could see one or two things, being the prince was already a very high starting point. Besides, even when he did not get the throne, he would still be of the blood of the Kings of Graycastle, as long as he was alive, he was knighted and would be considered as one of the lords.
Also …… Why should he become king? No Internet, no comfortably modern civilization, he would have to live the same life as the native people, burning witches out of fun, to live in a city where everyone dump excrement as one wishes, finally ding from the Black Death?
Cheng Yan suppressed the wandering thoughts, went to the front of the bedroom mirror, the man in the mirror had light grey hair, this was the royal family most distinctive feature. With regular facial features, it seemed to be completely without personality traits. His face was slightly pale and he seemed to lack physical exercises. As for wine and woman, he recalled, he was tolerable, he had several lovers in the King City, but all belonged to the voluntary type, he didn’t force anyone.
And the cause of his own crossing over, Cheng Yan guessed that thanks to the company’s inhumanly urging to progress forward, the boss had arranged to work overtime and that actually led to the tragedy of his sudden death.
In the end, no matter how people think, at least I got the equivalent of an extra life, I really shouldn’t complain too much. In subsequent days I might be able to slowly reverse this life, but my first task is to play a good fourth prince, so that other people don’t find something amiss, since being possessed by the devil directly leads to execution by fire.
“So, to live well,” he took a deep breath, looked in the mirror and whispered “From now on, I’m Roland.”
