The disappearing dark world seemed like a slight dust floating on the surface of the mirror. After wiping it, everything in front of you suddenly became clear.

The white window screens rippled with the wind, and the yellow sunset was soaked in the surrounding clouds. Under the sunset, the green grass in the manor courtyard was darkened.

Looking at all this, Charle, who was sitting on the front of the velvet bed, took a deep breath. The fresh and transparent smell with a slight jasmine fragrance made him look dazed.

"How long hasn't I been back? Half a year?"

Musing these incomprehensible words, Charles turned to look at the plate of egg tarts placed on the bedside table. At this moment, the plate of "snacks" was steaming outwards.

This proves that it is still in the New Calendar in 1835, and it is still a moment.

Charles breathed some relief, quietly felt the surroundings, and showed a relaxed smile.

The neat footsteps of the security personnel downstairs were crisp and symphony, accompanied by the faint barking of dogs and the sound of servants walking outside the bedroom.

The main world, the Kingdom of Dulin, the Royal City of Porso, and the Manor of Corranston.

He stood up and came to the bathroom in the corner of the bedroom. He quietly looked at himself in the mirror.

The face is still immature, but it seems to have matured a lot compared to "a moment" before.

"It is said that the human body will slow down after the third ring..."

As he murmured, he raised his hand to his eyes, and with a thought, a black and white book of mixed reality appeared in his hands.

The two colors on the outside of this book are mixed, like black ink and white milk, forming a special book with irregular skin. When you look at it, the messy appearance on it looks very scattered. However, if you look closely, you will find that there is a unique charm in this strange skin.

It seems that under the intersection of monotonous and chaotic colors, you can vaguely see the operating rules of the entire world.

The whole book is square and thick, but it doesn't seem heavy when held in your hands.

There seem to be countless secrets hidden in this book, but when you look at it, there are only pure white papers inside, with no words.

This is normal, because this book can only work in a specific world, or it appears because of a certain world - the Song of Ice and Fire.

Although he has just returned without the Eye of Reality, Charles can vaguely feel its function.

Devour all supernatural creatures, cultivate them with the power of the world's roots, and finally born in the medieval world he mastered!

...

"Plant a monster and accept a group in a few years?"

Feeling this unique ability, Charles first thought of many demons and monsters in the evil power.

The new abilities that appeared in the shuttle door did not seem to improve his strength, but the "power" or subordinates may become more numerous - because the monsters he "planted" can be controlled by him.

Is this just the purpose of this mysterious golden finger promotion just for this?

“Change the world?”

I guessed a certain possibility. Shire didn't think about this question much.

The Necromancer advances, kills the daughter of light, and enters the new world by surprise, and suddenly sees a top figure in that world.

Until now, his mood seems to have not stabilized.

Thinking of these, Charles thought about it and the book in his hand slowly dissipated.

His long "copy" career made him feel a unique feeling of fatigue, just like a short-term domestic trip that he had originally planned to be, but suddenly turned into a long-term overseas trip.

That gap made Charles, who had finally returned to the main world, feel a strange awkward feeling, and his mind doesn't want to think too much.

So after changing back to the gentlemanly clothes of the main world, he ran to the bathroom in the manor to take a shower.

After finishing the hygiene and image issues, Charles put on his pajamas and lay on the soft bed in his bedroom, preparing to sleep for a while without caring about anything.

However, just after lying down, he suddenly opened his eyes.

His dark eyes were staring at the ceiling above his head, Charles breathed a little heavy, and he felt inexplicably bored.

It felt like a irritability that I had been suppressed for a long time. I couldn't bear it anymore, and it was like a mouse scratching her heart sneakily.

His hands, which were covered under the bedding, couldn't help but hold them tightly and loosen. After a few times, he suddenly stood up from the bed.

“What’s the situation?”

Gripping his teeth, Charles frowned, and inexplicably had the urge to hit someone.

He took a few deep breaths and wanted to calm down this inexplicable mood, but it seemed that he had no results at all. So he finally put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom to relax.

It seems very busy outside the bedroom at this moment.

The servants of the manor were busy preparing for today's dinner. As the weather was getting cooler, several male servants in the lobby on the first floor were busy around the blocked fireplace, as if dismantling.

There was nothing unusual about this, but when Shire saw all this, he suddenly felt that the black male servants from the High Mountain Country were very disliked.

He understood that this idea was absolutely abnormal, so he forced himself to endure it and sat down at the tea table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in front of the hall. He tried not to look at everything in the house, but to look at the green courtyard outside the house.

But the same is true, the environment that should have been beautiful and peaceful now looks so boring and boring. The neat footsteps that were previously felt were more orderly, but this sounded only made him grit his teeth to suppress his irritability and urge to turn over the table.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

He was thinking about it, but he couldn't figure out where the error or problem was happening right now.

So Charles sat here quietly for a while, hoping that time would ease his mentality.

However, he was still the same until his "bright" stepmother returned in a carriage.

After Mrs. Kelanston walked into the hall, she saw Charles sitting in front of the window and couldn't help but squint her eyes and smiled.

"Oh, baby Charles, what are you doing here?"

The stingy but rather rough sounded very harsh at this moment.

"Dead fat pig!"

Charles cursed inwardly, turned around and glared at her, and ignored her.

This attitude made Mrs. Kelanston feel puzzled, but Charles used to be similar to that now, so she didn't take it seriously and walked upstairs with her fat butt.

Afterwards, his younger brother Alan, who returned from school, and the chubby Earl Corlandston, who looked happy, returned one after another.

Not long after, the dinner carefully prepared by the servants was placed on the dining table one by one.

The master sat in the main seat and sighed.

"Work is just a busy day, and my colleagues are both indifferent and hypocritical. So whenever I get home, I can feel this warm breath as spring. Look, here are my lovely two sons and my charming family angel. Oh baby, come and kiss one."

After a kiss from the lady who was equal to her figure, the fat Count raised her fat hands and sorted out the napkin that the maid had put on his chest.

"You're welcome, let's start."

...

Although they are also religious families, praying before meals is not popular in this world, so after saying this, dinner officially begins.

It was just that it was everyone, but in fact, there were only four people on a long table. The male host and the female host sat on each other on both sides of the long table.

Charles and his younger brother Alan sat on both sides of the dining table, looking at each other speechlessly.

...

"I was so confused today that sissy mind. Not only did I oppose my tax change proposal, but I also wanted to increase taxes? But I was getting more and more blind as I got older, and I couldn't see what the kingdom is in now."

...

"His Majesty the King kept ignoring political affairs as always, leaving us old ministers behind and going to hunt in the suburbs by themselves... It's hard to imagine why he was so interested in this old hobby."

...

"The bald diplomat from Gaoshan Kingdom ran to the palace gate again and shouted, asking us to abolish the black slave system, but no one paid attention to him. Who told them to be the defeated country..."

...

"Shar, why don't you talk?" The fat Count who was silently stumbled suddenly realized something was wrong with someone, so he asked strangely.

"There's nothing to say."

After raising his eyes and answering, Charyu lowered his head and gritted his teeth with a knife and fork to cut a piece of grilled steak from the silver plate.

Inexplicably, he looked down on the family in front of him.

As an important official of the kingdom, the smiling tiger father who secretly engaged in the underground party was weak on the outside and looked weak on the inside. He looked like an honest child. In fact, he was exposed to extraordinary power, had his own little secrets and a cheap brother who had his own small group.

And the hypocritical and ugly stepmother.

All of this made him impatient.

In extreme boredom, he even began to doubt his life.

"Why am I sitting here?"

This is a question worth thinking about.

Charles held his breath in his seat, and the others looked at him strangely, but didn't care much.

Instead, we started to continue the conversation.

"Tomorrow, holiday. I made an appointment to go out with Charlie and the others, go out for fun."

Allen said this while Fat Earl was speaking.

"play?"
To be continued...