"Downing...... Downing...... It's time to eat......" A soft, friendly voice called out a name that was a little vague in his memory, and Chris found himself unable to open his mouth when he tried to open his mouth in response to the familiar shout.

He nervously reached out to grab the people and things in front of him, but finally found himself lifting his quilt and sitting up from the bed.

It's been a long time, haven't you dreamed? Chris looked at his palms through the moonlight outside the window to calm his nervousness.

Ever since he crossed into this world, he found himself able to walk around the tech tree every night when he slept as if he were awake. He can look at anything he wants, and he can look up anything.

Therefore, when he sleeps at night, he is more accustomed to using his golden finger to strengthen his knowledge, because no matter how long he swims in the ocean of knowledge of the technology tree, he will wake up with a hundred times more energy as if he has really slept for so long.

As today, there were not many days when he actually slept - when he really closed his eyes and enjoyed the peace that the darkness brought him, he realized that he could not use the familiar past, but only buried it in the depths of his own heart.

Those bits and pieces of the past, those relatives who fought for themselves...... The warmth of that familiar home, in this other world where he can call the wind and rain, will never return to him.

He was already His Majesty the Emperor of Irranhill, he could enjoy the most expensive food, he could taste the most spicy wine, and even countless women were willing to let him enjoy it, but when he woke up at night because of the dream of longing, he could only miss the place called "home" alone.

Although he had a million troops to fight for him, and although he had civil and military generals to guard him, His Majesty the Great Emperor of Ran Hill was always alone.

He didn't have a single relative in this world, and a pile of cold graves on the outskirts of Seris City was all this body cared for in this world. And he, the soul of China from the 21st century, can only live alone in this world.

For a moment, Chris even felt that he was so crazy to build an industrial civilization, so desperate to build airplanes, cars, trains, ships, and ships, it was actually just because he missed it.

He misses another world, the world he may never go back to—so he can only use the power he has to turn this world into that world, and even in some details, he is stubbornly unwilling to change, just to let himself find that familiar feeling......

Chris lifted the quilt from his lap and sat down on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floppy carpet. The moonlight shone on the loaded pistol on the bedside table, a faint silver glow.

Even if he is now an emperor, that fragile sense of security is better than lying on that warm bed before crossing over. At least he didn't have to worry about that one day a magician would suddenly appear in his room and use a spell to turn him into charcoal.

Reaching out and touching the switch next to him, Chris found a familiar feeling in this world in his memory. He clicked on the light, and the moonlit room immediately lit up.

"Is there anything you need, Your Majesty?" The guard guarding the door pushed open the door and asked softly about the great emperor, who was already the co-lord of mortals. On duty today is a young man, dressed in a neat military uniform.

They followed His Majesty the Emperor every day, watching the sages who had come from thousands of miles to bow down to him, the pious commoners shouting frantically to him, and the beautiful women kissing the back of his hand as if they were pilgrimages.

Each of these guards responsible for Chris's security is loyal, carefully selected, and even has strict standards for height. Each of them is proud to be the personal protector of His Majesty the Emperor of Irlanhill, and they are willing to give their lives for His Majesty the Emperor.

And the guards by the emperor's side, watching their emperor work diligently, running for the better of Ran Hill, they love this emperor who looks sacred, but is very humane.

They hadn't seen any other emperor, but the Majesty Chris in front of him was kind and never lost his temper, and only had the staff of the secretariat and a small number of servants around him—following such an Emperor Majesty, the work of the guards seemed to be much easier.

It's just that these guards all have a feeling that this Emperor Majesty always seems to be out of place with everything around him. He doesn't seem to have integrated himself into the world, and has been wandering in a strange gray area.

An old man who came to Chris and was finally appointed to work in the cultural propaganda department once described Chris's state very vividly. After talking to Chris, the old man was very honest about his feelings: "He lives here, but he is always ready to leave. ”

"I'm fine, just get up and move!" Chris stood up from the edge of the bed and glanced at the pistol on the bedside table again, not reaching for the security that was so close at hand. He walked straight to the door in his pajamas, his heart full of mockery of his timidity.

It's not bad to be a king who was assassinated in his pajamas, at least to die in his own castle—Chris thought. He walked out of the bedroom, into the corridor, looked at the beautiful landscape paintings hanging on both sides, and walked all the way to the staircase.

The secretary on duty in the chamber and the waiter on duty tonight had already followed, looked at the guards behind Chris, and asked with their eyes what was going on. They all have their own duty rooms, and naturally they don't have the same security guards who can laze on their desks in the office and sleep for a while.

Chris saw more and more of the army behind him at the top of the stairs, which had begun to be in full swing, and a wry smile appeared on his face: the ordinary life he knew would never return to him. His every move now represents the most remarkable event in this empire.

He was embarrassed to say that he just wanted to walk around casually and experience the ordinary life in the dead of night, so he could only walk down the stairs with his feet up. And those who were already following him, of course, could only go downstairs with the mysterious Emperor His Majesty.

Heavy and dense footsteps rang out in the castle, and more guards and servants gathered downstairs to watch His Majesty the Emperor, who had barely stayed night, descend the stairs and go straight to the door of his office.

The guards who were there lined up on either side and helped Chris push the door open. The waiter preemptively entered the room and helped Chris turn on the light. A yellowish incandescent light lit up, illuminating the room from all directions.

The drawings slumped on the huge drawing table were as messy as day, and all around was filled with books written by Chris—the room was arguably the most familiar place for Chris. He often worked here after his travel, and because of his work, it was full of the atmosphere of the 21st century.

The books here are all familiar books from the earth that Chris, and the patterns of the chairs here are all from the earth of the 21st century. The incandescent light bulbs here remind Chris of the dim lights in his home when he was a kid......

"Excuse me! I suddenly remembered something and wanted to record it, so here I am. Chris smiled apologetically at the attendants and servants on duty.

He was embarrassed to tell the truth, so he could only cover up his embarrassment by telling such a white lie: "I don't have any orders to issue, let's go back and rest." It would be nice to leave a servant outside, I'll say if I need to. ”

With everyone behind him dispersed, Chris walked to the front of his chair and looked at the intricate drawing he had drawn during the day. It was a design for a large transformer, and there was no one to help him with the work yet.

Chris reached out and stroked the lines that were exactly the same as the drawings reflected in his mind, and suddenly remembered that he had traveled into this world for more than two years. It was an embarrassing time, because in two years he had become familiar with everything here, but he had not yet had time to forget about himself in another world.

Walk to the couch in the corner, sit down, and sink the whole person into a soft package. Chris scanned the walls full of books he had dictated and written, as well as books he had written, diluting his nostalgia for the past with a sense of accomplishment.

And outside the door of the study where His Majesty the Sentimental Emperor was, the secretaries of the attendant's room, who had been awakened, were discussing with the chief in charge of His Majesty's daily life about the abnormality of His Majesty the Emperor tonight.

"Your Majesty never loses sleep, why did you suddenly get up tonight?" The slightly panicked secretary on duty looked at His Majesty the Emperor's butler with some uneasiness and asked.

"It's not a good sign, it may be too stressful, or it may be too busy......" The old butler was in charge of Chris's daily life, and he was also very concerned about this kind of thing, and opened his mouth to analyze.

"Use ...... Inform the Cabinet? The secretary was a little unsure, he didn't know whether to take His Majesty the Emperor's living up to the cabinet to study.

"Well, I think I'd better inform Lord Desel and Lord Deans." The butler thought about it and felt that it was necessary to inform the cabinet of His Majesty's mental state, after all, His Majesty the Emperor was not an ordinary person, he was the god of Ellanhill......

Then, the next day, His Majesty the Emperor had not stayed up late for more than a year to draw, and the news that he had gotten up again last night and gone to the drawing room reached the cabinet.

"It's worthy of the great emperor...... Your Majesty," after hearing the news, holding a stack of documents, Smith, the minister of the Ministry of Industrial Technology, exclaimed with admiration.