The late autumn sun is less hot and more bleak. It rises from the golden wheat ears and hangs on the blue sky, reflecting the thin autumn clouds.

Accompanied by a breeze, the wheat ears covering Perris' territory swung like dancers. The working tenant farmers stood by the wheat fields, looking at the harvest crops, and their smiles were covered with wind and frost.

In the central castle in Perris' territory, in some exquisite and luxurious room, magic lights were scattered, and a blonde young man could be seen lying on the hotbed.

call!

The blonde young man woke up from a nightmare, with fine cold sweats covering his forehead. He habitually stretched out his left hand to look for something next to the pillow, but found nothing.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes in confusion and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The blonde young man slowly opened his eyes, and then... his stunned expression seemed to be stagnant, turning into a sculpture in the stillness of time.

It should be...a dream?

Yes, it must be a dream!?

Chu Hanxuan was comforting himself, slowly closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes again. When he woke up from his dream, he was still a strange environment that had never changed.

The exquisite and empty Western-style windows, the warm and comfortable white beds, and the European-style room decorations like carved beams and painted buildings, everything is so real.

“Where is this?”

"Didn't I play League of Legends at home? Noshou 1-10..."

Chu Hanxuan murmured to himself, looking down at the spotless white hands, the emerald ring appeared a charming halo under the magic light.

As his thoughts came together, countless pieces of memory emerged from the depths of his soul, impacting Chu Hanxuan's consciousness. Before he fell into a coma, he had a premonition that what had happened might be beyond his imagination.

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In the luxurious room, in front of the tall bronze mirror with exquisite flowers, Chu Hanxuan quietly looked at himself in the mirror. His short and broken blonde hair was thick and dazzling, his melancholy fair face was dotted with brown pupils, his body muscles were even, but the wounds bandaged on his abdomen were particularly eye-catching.

"Modrian Perris, the name of this body!"

A complex expression appeared on his face one by one, pain, struggle, unwillingness, and sadness eventually turned into dullness. After sorting out all the memory fragments in his mind, Chu Hanxuan began to quickly accept his new name and identity. This was an unexpected soul traveling arranged by God.

"It just seems like this identity arrangement is a bit difficult mode?"

Chu Hanxuan's right hand gently stroked the scars from his waist and abdomen, and the slight pain ripped the fragments of memory in his soul.

"What a poor guy, is there no more sadness than death?"

As a Western history lover in his previous life, I read a lot of Western works in my spare time and had a clear understanding of the so-called nobles. They are far more brilliant than the surface.

His identity in this life is the Perris family from the Stock Kingdom. He is the current head and the second son of Viscount Brook Perris, the first head, and a not very popular noble master.

The story of the experience is also very fucking. A mediocre guy who has the right to inherit the Perris family is the inheritance of the hereditary viscount and holds the shield warrior legion with the title of Scarlet Shield.

Everything constitutes some dark arrivals, the gatherings of nobles, and the favor of girls. Faced with the sudden arrival of beautiful love, the young Modrian stepped into it innocently, looking for the destination in his heart.

Until the end, he found that he was just wishful thinking, and his ordinary life was ruined in this conspiracy of love, and even carried the crime of molestation.

For the powerful Viscount Brook, these simply tarnished the reputation of the young Perris family and deprived of inheritance rights. The American name was the reward of knights who opened the family's territory, but in fact it was another way of exile.

The breaking of love and the future, the ruthless choices of his father, and the continuous blows were tantamount to fatal damage to Modrian. He then became depressed and died of sadness.

It is hard to imagine that this is a story that happened within the nobles, but for the young Perris family, only the most outstanding heirs can lead the family forward, and the mediocre people have no future.

And Chu Hanxuan replaced Modrian Perris in this situation and became a family abandoner, a pioneer knight with the strength of a knight apprentice.

"Master Modrian, Master Brooke asked you to gather in front of the castle as soon as possible. The time for departure has come." A calm voice came from outside the room, awakening Chu Hanxuan's dissipating thoughts.

Dulu Komick, the old housekeeper of Perris Castle, served the Perris family for nearly thirty years and was Viscount Brook's companion for life and death during the ten-year Patriotic War in the Kingdom of Stoke.

Hearing the familiar voice, information about the butler of Dulu automatically appeared in Chu Hanxuan's mind. What he did not expect was that Dulu's voice suddenly made him clench his fists, and the heart-wrenching pain caused a severe feeling of discomfort.

"Okay, Uncle Dulu, I'll go right away!"

Holding the pain, Chu Hanxuan simulated Modrian's tone and said lightly, "In Perris Castle, no one can refuse the order of Viscount Brook, the powerful and majestic middle-aged man."

Looking up at the blue sky outside the window, Chu Hanxuan rubbed his slightly stiff and melancholy face, pulled off his neat clothes, staring at the blonde young man in the bronze mirror, as if waiting to meet someone.

"Have you left yet? What is supporting you, hatred and unwillingness?"

Chu Hanxuan murmured to himself, lifting up his once spotless hands. The red blood was so eye-catching in the delicate bronze mirror that he looked a little crazy and nervous at this time.

"Hey, little guy, I can't guarantee anything for you now. Only by leaving here and leaving their field of vision can you have a chance to avenge you."

"Believe me, leaving, just keep the capital for revenge. When the opportunity arises, I will hold it firmly and complete your revenge with a stronger fist."

Chu Hanxuan's slightly crazy self-talking sounded in the calm room, and the hatred and unwillingness in his emotions slowly dissipated. He suddenly became extremely relaxed, and even vaguely realized that his soul was perfectly integrated into his body.

It seems that this promise played a role. The former master's mark completely dissipated from the body, and Chu Hanxuan gained final control of the body.

Oh, no, it should be said that there is no Chu Hanxuan in the world, only Modrian Perris.

Looking at the melancholy face that was originally a little stiff in the bronze mirror, it began to soften gradually, and the subtle control of the face became more handy, Modrian smiled hard and faced the new life that was about to come.

"Goodbye, I'll never see you later!"
Chapter completed!