Cheng Yan felt that someone was calling him.

"Your Highness, wake up..."

He turned his head away, but the sound still did not disappear, but instead became louder and louder. He felt someone reaching out and gently pulling his sleeves.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Cheng Yan opened his eyes so suddenly that the familiar screen disappeared, the desk disappeared, and the wall covered with notes disappeared, and replaced by a strange view - low brick and stone houses, a circular square with rushing heads, and a door-shaped gallows set up in the center of the square. He sat on the platform opposite the square, with a soft rotating chair under his butt, but a cold and hard iron chair. There were also a circle of people sitting upright around him, staring at him intently, and several of them were dressed like medieval ladies of ghosts covering their mouths and laughing secretly.

What the hell is this? Shouldn't I be rushing to make progress in the drawing? Cheng Yan's mind was confused. Working overtime for three consecutive days made him reach his limit in his spirit and body. He only remembered that he couldn't hold on in the end, and his heartbeat became fast and slow. He wanted to lie on his desk and rest for a while...

"Your Highness, please announce the ruling."

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

I am dreaming? Cheng Yan licked his dry lips, and he ruled, what ruling?

But he soon realized 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.

Cheng Yan has only seen such an ancient torture instrument in the movie - the columns on both sides are about four meters high, with a wooden beam mounted on the top of the column, and a rusty iron ring inlaid in the middle of the beam. A thick yellow hemp rope passes through the iron ring, one end is fixed under the gallows, and the other end is placed around the prisoner's neck.

In this strange dream, he found that his vision became amazingly useful. He could not see the words on the display without wearing glasses, but now he could see every detail on the scaffolding platform fifty meters away.

The prisoner was wearing a headcoat, his hands were tied behind him, and his rough gray single-clothed clothes were as dirty as a rag. He was thin and his exposed ankles seemed to be able to be pinched with his hands. His chest was slightly bulging, and it seemed that he was a woman. She was trembling in the wind, but she still tried to stand up straight.

Well, what crime did this guy commit? So many people were indignantly waiting for her to be hanged?

Just as the thought came to this point, the memory in Cheng Yan's mind seemed to be suddenly connected, and the answer came to his eyes almost at the same time.

She is a "witch".

Degenerate by the devil, the incarnation of the unclean.

"Your Highness?" Gandalf urged carefully.

He glanced at the other party, and said, "Well, it turns out that it is not Gandalf. Barov is his real name, the assistant of the Finance Minister, and was sent to handle government affairs for him."

And I was the fourth prince of the Graycastle Kingdom, Roland, who came here to guard one of the places. The residents of the border town caught the witch and immediately sent it to the police station - no, it was sent to the trial center. The warrant for the execution of the witch was usually issued by the local lord or bishop. Since I was in power here, issuing the warrant was also a matter of duty.

Memory presents the questions he needs to answer most one by one, without screening or reading, as if this was his own experience. Cheng Yan was confused for a moment, and there was absolutely no dream that could achieve such details. So, isn’t this a dream? He traveled to the dark age of the Middle Ages in Europe and became Roland? He changed from a drawing dog who worked overnight to a dignified four princes?

Although this kingdom's territory looks so barren and backward, the name of the Graycastle Kingdom has never been seen in history books.

So, what should we do next?

You can study how this unscientific thing happened in time, but the farce in front of you must end - placing disasters and misfortunes to some poor ghosts is the norm of uncivilized civilization, but therefore you have to hang people to satisfy the dark psychology of the onlookers. This foolish journey is really unacceptable.

He grabbed the warrant that Barov held and threw it on the ground, stretched his body, "I'm sleepy, I'll be sentenced to another day, and I'll be disbanded today!"

Cheng Yan did this not to act recklessly, but to carefully recall the prince's style of doing things in his memory and reproduce the dandy spirit of doing things by himself. That's right, the fourth prince himself is so fucked and has a bad personality. He thinks of it every time he goes out. Then again, how good can he expect a prince who is in his early twenties and has no one to control.

The nobleman sitting on the platform looked pretentious, but a tall man in armor stood up, "Your Highness, this is not a joke! Once the identity of the witch is confirmed, he should be executed immediately, otherwise what if he is recruited to kidnap her? The church will not ignore her when he knows."

Carter Lannis, this decent man was actually his chief knight. Cheng Yan frowned and said, "What, are you afraid?" The naked mockery in his words is no longer entirely acting. A strong man with arms thicker than others was actually worried about being robbed by the other party, and he really treated the witch as the spokesperson for the devil. "Wouldn't it be better to have a few more fights?"

Seeing that he stopped making a sound, Cheng Yan waved his hand and called the guards to take him away. Carter hesitated for a while, but he followed the team and walked beside the fourth prince. The other nobles stood up and bent down to greet him, but Cheng Yan's afterwards could see the unconcealed contempt in the eyes of the people.

After returning to the palace, which is the castle located south of Bianfeng Town, he ordered the guard to stop the anxious assistant minister outside the hall door, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

As a person who spends 90% of his time working with computers, being able to perform such a show in front of everyone is already a superb performance. Cheng Yan found his bedroom according to his memory, sat on the bed and rested for a while before suppressing his violent heartbeat. The most important thing at the moment is to figure out the situation. As a prince, if he doesn’t stay in the royal city, what should he do in this wasteland?

I didn't want it to be fine, but as soon as the thought came out, he was stunned by the answer.

Roland Wimbledon actually came to fight for the throne.

The origin of everything comes from the strange decree of Wimbledon III, the king of Graycastle: If you want to inherit this kingdom, it is not that the earliest prince born has the highest right to rank, but that the one who is most capable of governing the country can take power. He sent the five adult children to various territories under his rule, and after five years, he decided who would be the crown prince based on the level of governance.

The ability to live in it, plus the equality of men and women sounds like a very advanced concept. The problem is that it is completely different in actual implementation. Who can guarantee that the starting conditions of the five people are the same? This is not a real-time strategy game. As far as he knows, the territory obtained by the second prince is much better than that of the Border Town - uh, so it seems that there is no worse place among the five people than the Border Town, and it is simply a big bad start.

In addition, how to evaluate the level of governance, population, military, and economy? Wimbledon III did not put any standards, nor did it limit the competition. What if someone plays assassination privately, what should I count? Does the queen watch his sons kill each other? Wait... He thought about it carefully, and then, another bad news, the queen passed away five years ago.

Cheng Yan sighed. It was obvious that this was a barbaric and dark feudal era. You can see from the willful hunting of witches. It was already a very high starting point to become a prince. Besides, even if he did not get the throne, he was still the bloodline of the King of Gray Castle. As long as he could survive, he would be considered a lord.

And...what can you do if you become a king? Without the Internet and the nourishment of modern civilization, he would like these indigenous people to burn a witch to play with him for nothing, live in a city where feces are dumped at will, and eventually die of the Black Death plunder?

Cheng Yan suppressed his chaotic thoughts and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bedroom. The person in the mirror had light gray curly hair, which was the most distinctive feature of the Gray Castle royal family. His facial features were quite upright, but he looked unrestrained, with a look of no temperament. His face was slightly pale and lacked exercise. As for whether he was addicted to wine and sex, he recalled that it seemed that it was okay that there were several lovers in the royal city, all of whom were voluntary and had never done anything to force others.

Cheng Yan also guessed the reason for his time travel - it should be that the Party A was urging and promoting the situation without humanity, and the boss arranged the sudden death tragedy caused by working overtime overnight. Most of the protagonists of this type of case are related to coders, mechanical dogs, and engineering lions.

Forget it, no matter what you think, it is at least equivalent to an extra life. You really shouldn't complain too much. In the days ahead, he may be able to slowly reverse this life, but the first task at present is to play the role of the fourth prince, not let others find out, and tie it directly to the stake as a devil.
Chapter completed!