Standing on the towering rooftop, Chris had a bird's-eye view of the castle, surrounded by thick walls and fluttering black flags, large wheat fields outside the castle, and forests and mountains beyond.

He reached out and rubbed his forehead, for there was a dizzy pain of a hangover. He wanted to think hard about how he was here. And where is this?

Fragments of memory were broken over a pair of delicate leather shoes and crisp trousers, and Chris remembered that he had been standing on the top floor of a skyscraper.

By the way, remember...... I jumped off the building...... Jump to the top of your own company...... The fragments of memories in Chris's mind were coherent and reminded him of many things.

In his memory, he was dead, but now he was standing on the roof of a castle, and he only vaguely remembered one name in his head: Downing.

As he struggled to recall more memories, it was as if Pandora's box had been opened, and countless messages appeared in his brain. The information collided in Chris's mind, connecting like meridians.

Knowledge of forging, knowledge of metallurgy...... The various achievements and conclusions of modern industrial civilization are embedded in these shimmering golden veins like fruits, and little by little they are turned into trunks and branches.

Chris's eyes seemed to see him travel through the entire history of humanity before his eyes. Thousands of years of experience, methods, science and knowledge have finally converged into a thriving golden tree, with flourishing branches and foliage standing in his mind.

The industrial equipment he had never seen before, the chemistry he had studied for ten years, were all clearly engraved on the golden veins that made up the tree, and Chris could touch it as easily as flipping through a monograph in the library.

"Ahh The process gave him a splitting headache, and Chris subconsciously hugged his head, his body twisting and struggling in pain, and even made him start to retch like crazy.

"Click!" The window behind him was pushed open from the inside, and a man in black armor stretched out his hand and shouted in horror: "My lord! Don't jump, adults! ”

Chris subconsciously turned his head and saw the man in armor behind him, and then he felt the air under his feet, and the whole person leaned back.

He reached out to grab something, but he didn't catch anything, and the moment he fell, he really wanted to shout loudly to the bastard behind him, "I didn't want to jump......"

……

When Chris opened his eyes again, he saw the top of the bed covered in silk. He didn't like the Western-style style, which was cumbersome and impractical.

"Ugh." Tearing his parched lips open, he let out a hoarse voice that alarmed several anxious figures waiting there by the bedside.

"Your Excellency has woken up." The men in the armor were the first to walk to Chris's bedside, followed by two middle-aged men in ornate robes.

"Where the hell am I?" Chris asked weakly as he felt his throat catch fire.

The man in armor looked at a middle-aged man beside him, and then looked at Chris with some confusion: "My lord, you are in your bedroom." ”

Because he has read countless time-traveling novels when he is bored, Chris is still very calm at this time. He knew he wasn't dreaming, and that everything in front of him was real.

He crossed over, and he crossed over to a Westerner. It seems that this is medieval Europe, and he happens to have a wide range of knowledge, and he also knows a thing or two about medieval Europe.

He would never dare to let Chris jump off the building again, and people who committed suicide once often do not have the courage to die again.

What's more, catching up with such a fashionable thing as crossing over, Chris now has no thoughts of dying. He is ready to accept the benefits of crossing and enjoy a more wonderful journey of life here.

"Master Chris!" Just as Chris was thinking nonsense, a middle-aged man who looked like a minister next to the bed spoke: "There is no disaster that cannot be overcome, you can't take your own life." ”

"Yes, my lord, although we have to pay a heavy tax of 1,000 gold coins a year, there will always be a way to solve the problem." Another middle-aged man, who also looked like a minister, also comforted.

The two ministers looked at them very interestingly, and 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 the names of the two of them, so he thought about it slightly, and sacrificed the most powerful killer feature of the traverser - pretending to be amnesia!

I saw him possessed by various actors such as Oscar, Golden Ball, Hundred Flowers, and Golden Rooster at this moment, and said confidently: "I can't think of anything, my mind is blank." ”

Two middle-aged people, you look at me, I look at you, a little overwhelmed. The man in armor on the side opened his mouth first—only to see him kneeling on one knee beside the bed in grief, crying out, "My lord! I am your most loyal general, Waglon! Don't you remember me? ”

"I'm your retainer Deans, Lord Chris." The middle-aged man with long hair introduced himself. As soon as he finished speaking, another balding man also opened his mouth to introduce himself: "I am your retainer Stred...... Do you remember? ”

"I can't remember." Chris, who still looks straightforward, is very single, and since he wants to pretend to have amnesia, he must pretend to the end. He didn't know anything about what was in front of him, and he had to start all over again.

He tried his best to awaken the memory in his mind, but he only saw the towering tree and the countless technologies - with such a strong golden finger, he must be able to mix in this world.

Isn't that how it's written in novels? Muskets beat cavalry, artillery demolished city walls, punched Germany, kicked England, drunk and beauties kneeled, and woke up to the power of the world - this is a routine, full of farming routines!

Chris couldn't help but be overjoyed when he thought of this, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, uh...... Wagron ...... I know it's a little weird, but I can't really think of anything. Chris tried to pretend to be frustrated: "Ahem! I'm a little hungry now, can you get me something to eat? ”

Now that he has retainers and generals in the army, Chris feels that at least he won't worry about eating. No matter how poor a lord is, he can enjoy endless food when he thinks about it.

Sure enough, after he had said that he was hungry, the waiter who had arrived prepared a sumptuous meal for him: chopped bread cubes, warm mashed potatoes, and a half-cooked piece of beef lying in the center of the plate, but unfortunately there was not even a decent bottle of red wine.

Chris desperately dealt with these unpalatable delicacies in front of him with a knife and fork, and kept complaining about the development history of Western food in his heart - can't these Westerners transfer one-thousandth of the ingenuity they spent on colonization to making food?

"By the way, what is the matter of paying 1,000 gold coins that you are talking about?" After eating some mashed potatoes and bread cubes, Chris put down his knife and fork.

The bloodshot beef affected his appetite, and he still found the seven-rare steaks in the Western restaurant in his previous life more tempting in comparison.

"My lord, the Arrant Empire raised its taxes a few days ago, raising our original annual tax amount of 300 gold coins to 1,000 gold coins." Dines sat on Chris's left hand side and brought up the headache.

"This income is almost all of Seris City. If we hand it over, then we won't even have the money to feed the soldiers. Sterred followed.

It seems that if you don't overthrow the mountain overhead, it won't be easy to rise. Chris sighed inwardly, and then realized another problem.

Wait a minute! This Arrantic Empire...... Which empire exactly? He was familiar with European history, but he really didn't know the name of the country.

He even rummaged through the tree of knowledge in his mind, and then became even more sure that this Arrant Empire definitely did not exist in the civilization of his previous life.

Myself...... It seems that this crossing is simple. Falling to the bottom from the excitement he had previously had, Chris realized that he had crossed over not to a certain point in history, but to another world......

He looked up to soothe the monster when a huge mural overhead caught his eye, a dragon covered in armor spewing flames through the crowd, and countless soldiers slaying down the monster.

"This mural ...... It's so well drawn. Subconsciously, Chris, who was confused about his journey through the other world, sighed.

"Yes, sir. It depicts the heroic story of your grandfather, Lord Elanhill Tyrans, who led an army to slay dragons. Speaking of this, Vagron, who commanded the castle's army, finally became interested and chimed in: "It was a great battle. ”

"Haha, this myth is really good, my ancestors were dragon slaying warriors? Ha ha. Chris squeezed out a smile, dismissive of Vaglon's claims.

The ancestors of this body have slain dragons? What kind of joke, making up myths and stories to raise the bloodline of his family is going a little further - for example, he slayed a dragon five hundred years ago, how can he say that his grandfather slain a dragon a few decades ago?

Wait a minute!

"This ...... World...... Is there really a dragon? Chris, who suddenly realized something, widened his eyes and stopped smiling, looked at his army commander Wagron, and asked in a long voice in surprise.

"Of course." Vagron nodded, affirming his amnesiac master, "And there are a lot of ......"