Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0001: Crossing
Standing on the towering roof, Chris had a bird's eye view of the entire castle. He was surrounded by thick walls and fluttering black flags. Outside the castle were large wheat fields and forests and mountains in the distance.
He reached out and rubbed his forehead, because there was a dizzy and painful feeling of a hangover. He tried hard to recall why he was here? And where was this place?
The fragment of memory was broken on a pair of exquisite leather shoes and straight trousers, and Chris remembered that he was standing on the top floor of a skyscraper.
Oh, yes, I remember... I jumped off the building... I jumped from the top floor of my own company... The fragments of memory in Chris's mind connected together, and he remembered many things.
In his memory, he was already dead, but now he was standing on the roof of a castle, and only vaguely remembered a name in his mind: Tang Ning.
As he tried to recall more memories, it was as if Pandora's box had been opened, and countless pieces of information appeared in his brain. These pieces of information collided in Chris's mind like a meridian connecting them.
Knowledge of forging, knowledge of metallurgy... various achievements and conclusions of modern industrial civilization are inlaid like fruits on these veins shining with golden light, and gradually turn into trunks and branches.
Chris seemed to see the entire history of mankind before he traveled through time. The experience, methods, science, and knowledge accumulated over thousands of years eventually converged into a thriving golden tree, with luxuriant branches and leaves standing tall in his mind.
The industrial equipment he had never seen before and the chemical knowledge he had studied for ten years were all clearly engraved on the golden veins that made up the tree. Chris could touch them at will, as conveniently as flipping through a monograph in a library.
"Ah!" This process gave him a splitting headache. Chris subconsciously hugged his head, his body twisted and struggling in pain, and he even began to dry heave wildly.
"Kacha!" The window behind him was pushed open from the inside. A man in black armor stretched out his hand and shouted in fear: "Sir! Sir, don't jump!"
Chris subconsciously turned his head and saw the man in armor behind him. Then he felt his feet go empty and he fell backwards.
He stretched out his hand to grab something, but caught nothing. At the moment of falling, he really wanted to shout loudly to the bastard behind him: "I didn't want to jump..."
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When Chris opened his eyes again, he saw the bed covered with silk. He didn't like this Western style, which was cumbersome and impractical.
"Uh." Pulling his dry lips, he made a hoarse sound, alarming several anxious figures waiting by the bed.
"My lord, you're awake." The man in armor was the first to walk to Chris's bed, followed by two middle-aged men in gorgeous robes.
"Where on earth am I?" Chris asked weakly, feeling like his throat was on fire.
The man in armor looked at a middle-aged man beside him, then looked at Chris with some confusion: "Sir, you are in your bedroom."
Because he had read countless time-travel novels when he was bored, Chris was still very calm at this time. He knew he was not dreaming and everything in front of him was real.
He traveled through time and space, and he traveled through time and space to a Westerner. It seemed that this place was medieval Europe, and he happened to have a wide range of knowledge and knew something about medieval Europe.
Since it has happened, we should make the best of it. Chris would never dare to jump off the building again. People who have committed suicide once usually don't have the courage to die again.
Moreover, with time travel being such a trendy thing, Chris no longer had any thoughts of dying. He was ready to accept the time travel benefits and enjoy a more exciting life journey here.
"Master Chris!" Just as Chris was daydreaming, a middle-aged man who looked like a minister beside the bed said, "There is no disaster that cannot 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 is always a way to solve the problem." Another middle-aged man who also looked like a minister also comforted him.
These two minister-like men were very interesting. Chris looked at them curiously: one was bald but had a thick beard, and the other had long flowing hair but no beard.
Chris didn't know their names, so he thought for a moment and then used the time traveler's most powerful weapon - pretending to have amnesia!
At this moment, he was possessed by the Oscar, Golden Globe, Hundred Flowers, and Golden Rooster Awards, and he said confidently: "I can't remember anything, my mind is blank."
The two middle-aged men looked at each other, somewhat at a loss. The man in armor at the side spoke first. He knelt on one knee beside the bed in grief and cried, "Sir! I am your most loyal general, Wageron! Don't you remember me?"
"I am your retainer Deans, Lord Chris." The middle-aged man with long hair introduced himself. As soon as he finished speaking, another bald man also introduced himself: "I am your retainer Strid... Do you remember?"
"I can't remember." Chris, who still looked confident, was a bachelor. If he wanted to pretend to have amnesia, he had to pretend to the end. He knew nothing about what was happening in front of him and had to start all over again.
He tried hard to awaken the memories in his mind, but he only saw the towering tree and the countless technologies - with such a powerful golden finger, he thought he would be able to thrive in this world.
Isn’t that how it’s written in novels? Muskets beat cavalry, cannons tear down city walls, punch Germany, kick England, drunkenly lie on a beauty’s lap, sober up and take control of the world—this is a routine, a full set of farming routines!
Chris couldn't help but feel secretly happy when he thought of this, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Well, uh... Wageron... I know this is a little unbelievable, but I really can't remember anything." Chris tried to pretend to be very frustrated: "Hey! I'm a little hungry now, can you prepare something to eat for me?"
Since he had retainers and military commanders, Chris felt that at least he wouldn't have to worry about food. No matter how poor a lord was, he would have an endless supply of delicious food.
Sure enough, after he said he was hungry, the waiter came and prepared a sumptuous meal for him: chopped bread cubes, warm mashed potatoes, and a piece of half-cooked beef lying in the middle of the plate. Unfortunately, there was not even a decent bottle of red wine.
Chris desperately used his knife and fork to deal with the disgusting food in front of him, and kept complaining about the development history of Western food in his heart - can't these Westerners transfer one thousandth of their ingenuity used in colonization to making delicious food?
"By the way, what exactly is going on with this payment of 1,000 gold coins?" Chris put down his knife and fork after eating some mashed potatoes and bread.
The piece of beef with blood inside affected his appetite. In comparison, he still felt that the medium-rare steaks in the western restaurants in his previous life were more tempting.
"Sir, the Alante Empire increased taxes a few days ago, raising our annual tax from 300 gold coins to 1,000 gold coins." Deans sat on Chris' left and mentioned this headache.
"This income is almost everything the city of Seris has. If we hand it over, we won't even have money to feed our soldiers," Strid added.
It seems that if you don't overthrow the mountain above your head, it will not be . Chris sighed in his heart, and then realized another problem.
Wait! This Alante Empire... which empire is it? Although he is familiar with European history, he really doesn't know the name of this country.
He even searched the tree of knowledge in his mind, and became more certain that the Alante Empire definitely did not exist in the civilization of his previous life.
I...seem to have thought this journey was too simple. Falling from the previous excitement, Chris realized that he had not traveled to a certain point in history, but to another world...
He raised his head, trying to relax, and the huge mural above his head came into his sight. A giant dragon covered with scales was breathing flames in the crowd, and countless soldiers were trying to kill the monster.
"This mural... is so beautifully painted." Chris, who was confused about his journey to another world, sighed subconsciously.
"Yes, sir. This painting depicts the heroic story of your grandfather, Lord Ailanhill Terance, who led his army to slay a dragon." When this was mentioned, Wageron, the commander of the castle army, finally became interested and agreed, "It was an amazing battle."
"Haha, this myth is really great. My ancestor was a dragon slayer? Haha." Chris forced a smile and showed disdain for Wageron's statement.
The ancestors of this body killed a dragon? What a joke. If you want to make up a myth to elevate your family lineage, you have to go back a little bit - for example, they killed a dragon five hundred years ago. How can you say that your grandfather killed a dragon decades ago?
etc!
"In this... world... are there really dragons?" Chris suddenly realized something, his eyes widened and he stopped laughing awkwardly. He looked at his army commander Wageron and asked in surprise.
"Of course." Wageron nodded and assured his master who had lost his memory: "And there are many..."
