Reborn as the Lord of Another World

Your Highness, wake up..." He turned his head, but the sound still did not disappear, but became louder and louder. He felt someone reach out and gently tug on his sleeve. "Prince, Prince" Roland suddenly opened his eyes. The familiar screen is gone, the desk is gone, and the walls covered with notes are gone. In its place was a strange sight - low brick and stone houses, round in shape and crowded with people. square, and the portal-shaped gallows erected in the center of the square. He sat on a high platform across the square. There was no soft swivel chair under his butt, but a cold, hard iron chair. There was a circle of people sitting around, looking at him intently. Among them, several women dressed like medieval women covered their mouths and snickered. What on earth is this place? Shouldn't I spend time drawing? Roland's mind was at a loss. Three consecutive days of overtime work brought his mental and physical strength to the limit. He only remembered that he could no longer hold on and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster. He wanted to lie down on his desk and rest for a while... "Your Highness please pronounce the verdict." The person who spoke was the guy who secretly pulled on his sleeve. He looked very old, probably fifty or sixty years old, and was wearing a white robe. At first glance, he looks a bit like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings. Am I dreaming? Roland licked his dry lips, ruling, what ruling? But he soon knew that the people in the square were looking in the direction of the gallows, waving their fists and shouting, and occasionally one or two stones would fly towards the gallows. Roland had only seen such ancient torture instruments in movies-the pillars on both sides were about four meters high, with a wooden beam on top of the pillar, and a rusty iron ring inlaid in the middle of the beam, with a thick yellowed hemp rope passing through the iron ring. , one end is fixed under the gallows, and the other end is put around the prisoner's neck. In this weird dream, he found that his eyesight had become surprisingly useful. Normally, he could not see clearly the words on the display screen without wearing glasses, but now he could see every detail on the gallows fifty meters away. Clearly. The prisoner wore a hood, his hands were tied behind his back, and his rough gray singlet was as dirty as a rag. He was so thin that his exposed ankles seemed like they could be pinched off with his hands. The chest is slightly bulging, and it looks like she is a woman. She shivered in the wind, but still tried to stand upright. Okay, what crime did this guy commit that made so many people wait for her to be hanged with righteous indignation? Just as the thought came to this point, the memory in Roland's mind seemed to be suddenly connected, and the answer appeared in front of him almost at the same time. She is a miko. Fallen by the temptation of the devil, the incarnation of the unclean. "Your Highness?" Gandalf urged cautiously. He glanced at the other person and realized that the other person's name was not Gandalf, but Barov, his real name. He served as Assistant to the Secretary of the Treasury and was assigned to assist him in government affairs. He is Roland, the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle. When he came here, this was his own territory. The residents of the area caught the witch and immediately took her to court. Orders to execute witches were usually issued by the local lord or bishop. Now that he's in charge, it's his job to issue arrest warrants. The memories were presented in his mind one by one, without filtering or flipping through, as if they were his personal experiences. Roland was a little confused for a moment. Absolutely no dream could achieve such detail. So, isn't this a dream? He traveled to the Dark Ages of the European Middle Ages and became Roland? From staying up late to becoming the fourth prince? Although the territory of this kingdom looks so barren and backward, the name Graycastle Kingdom has never appeared in the history books. What should I do next? How this unscientific time-travel incident occurred can be left for future research, but the farce in front of us must end - it is not normal to blame disasters and misfortunes on some poor ghosts, so Roland really does not accept it. this point. This kind of trial is carried out foolishly just to satisfy the dark psychology of onlookers. He grabbed the arrest warrant in Barov's hand and threw it to the ground. He stretched and said, "I'm sleepy. Let's decide the sentence another day. Let's do it today!" Roland did not act recklessly, but carefully recalled the prince's acting style in his memory, reappearing the playboy spirit of going his own way. That's right, the prince himself is so f****d up and has a bad personality, and he will be like this every time he thinks about it. Having said that, a prince in his early twenties must be well-educated and uncontrolled. The nobles sitting on the high platform did not show any surprised expressions, but a tall man in armor stood up and said: "Your Highness, this is not a joke! Once the identity of the witch is confirmed, she should be executed immediately, otherwise She was rescued by other" other witches? Or what if she is released? Once the church finds out, it will not stand idly by. " Carter Lannis, an upright man, was actually his first knight. Roland frowned and said, "What, are you scared?" The naked ridicule in his words was no longer just acting. A man with arms thicker than his body worries about the witch being rescued. Do you really think witches are agents of the devil? "Wouldn't it be better to have a few more and catch them all in one go?" Seeing that he stopped making any sound, Roland waved his hand and asked the guards to leave. Carter was nervous for a moment, but still followed the team and walked to the fourth prince. The other nobles stood up and saluted, but Roland saw the undisguised contempt in these people's eyes from the corner of his eye. Returning to a simple castle palace in the south of Border Town, he ordered the guards to stop the anxious minister outside the palace gate, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. For someone who spends 90% of his time working with computers, being able to perform like this in front of a crowd is already a very impressive level of performance. Roland found his bedroom according to the location in his memory, sat on the bed and rested for a while before suppressing his heartbeat. The most stressful thing now is figuring out the situation. As the king's son, if he doesn't live in the royal city, why would he come to this deserted place? The memory just now came to mind again. Roland Wimbledon came to the kingdom to compete for the throne. Everything stems from the strange idea of King Wimbledon III of Graycastle: If you want to inherit this kingdom, the first priority is not the oldest prince born, but the person most capable of governing the country. The king assigned these five children to govern five territories. In five years, who will become the King of Graycastle will be determined based on the level of governance. Sounds like a very advanced concept, but the problem is that the actual implementation is completely different. Who can guarantee that all five people have the same starting conditions? This is not playing a real-time strategy game. According to him, the territory the second prince received was better than that of Border Town - so among the five of them, there seemed to be no place worse than Border Town. This is a bad start. In addition, how to evaluate the level of governance and population level? army? economy? Wimbledon did not propose any standards and did not impose any budget restrictions on the event. What if someone is secretly playing assassination? Roland sighed. It can be seen that this is a feudal era. As can be seen from the wanton hunting of witches, traveling through time and space to become a prince is already a good starting point. What's more, even if he doesn't ascend the throne, he is still the bloodline of the King of Graycastle. As long as he lived, he was considered a lord. And...if I become a king without the Internet and without the nourishment of civilization, will I be like a barbarian who likes to burn witches, living in a city full of feces, and finally die from the ravages of the Black Death? Roland suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart and walked to the floor-length mirror in the bedroom. The person in the mirror has light gray curly hair, which is the most striking feature of the Graycastle royal family. His facial features were quite regular, but his face was not straight and he didn't seem to have any temperament at all. He looked a little pale and out of exercise. As for whether he was addicted to wine and s*x, he recalled it and it seemed to be pretty good. There are several lovers in the royal city, and they are all independent and have never done anything to force others. As for the reason for the time travel, Roland also guessed a rough idea - it should be the tragedy of sudden death caused by Party A's inhumane urging and the all-night overtime arranged by the boss. The protagonists in such cases are often programmers and planners. No matter how you think about it, this is at least equivalent to an extra life, so you really shouldn't complain too much. In the days to come, he may be able to slowly reverse this life, but his first priority now is to play the role of a prince well and not let others discover his arrival, otherwise he will be regarded as a devil and tied to the stake. "In that case, let's live well first." He took a deep breath and whispered to the mirror, "From now on, I am Roland."