The late autumn sun is less hot and more bleak, swaying from the golden wheat ears and hanging above the blue sky, reflecting the meager autumn clouds.

With a fresh breeze, the ears of wheat that spread over Perris's territory swayed and danced like dancing girls, and the toiling tenant farmers stood by the wheat fields, their faces full of smiles, and it was another harvest season.

In the central castle of Perris Territory, in a delicate and luxurious room, magical lights were shining, and a blonde young man was faintly seen lying on the hotbed.

Call!

The blonde young man woke up from a nightmare, fine cold sweat covering his forehead, and he habitually stretched out his left hand to look for something beside the pillow, but found nothing.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes in confusion and wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead, the blonde young man slowly opened his eyes, and then.... The stunned expression seems to freeze, turning into a sculpture in the stillness of time.

Should.... It's a dream, right?

Yes, it must be a dream!?

Chu Hanxuan comforted himself, slowly closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes again, and when he woke up from his dream, it was still a strange environment that had not changed.

The delicate Western-style windows, the soft and comfortable white beds, and the European-style room decoration like carved beams and paintings, everything is so real.

"Where is this?"

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

Chu Hanxuan muttered to himself, looking down at the pair of delicate and white hands, and the jade ring appeared with a charming halo under the magic light.

With his thoughts, countless fragments of memories surged wildly from the depths of his soul, impacting Chu Hanxuan's consciousness, and before he fell unconscious, he had a premonition that what happened might be beyond his imagination.

...................

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

"Modrian Perris, the name of this body!"

Complicated expressions appeared on his face one by one, pain, struggle, unwillingness, sadness, and finally turned into flat, Chu Hanxuan began to quickly accept his new name and identity after combing through all the memory fragments in his mind, which was an unexpected soul crossing arranged by God.

"It's just that this identity arrangement seems a bit of a hard-mode arrangement?"

Chu Hanxuan's right hand gently stroked the scars from his waist and abdomen, and the subtle pain tore at the memory fragments in his soul.

"What a wretched fellow, is there no sorrow more than a dead heart?"

In my previous life, as a lover of Western history, I was familiar with many Western works in my spare time, and I still have a relatively clear understanding of the so-called aristocracy, they are far more glamorous than they seem.

The identity of this life is the Perris family from the Stoke Kingdom, the current head of the family, and the second son of the first head of the family, Viscount Brooke Peris, a less popular noble young master.

The story of the experience is also very fucked, a mediocre and incompetent guy who has the inheritance of the Perris family, which is the inheritance of the hereditary viscount, and holds the legion of shield warriors with the title of Scarlet Shield.

Everything constitutes the arrival of some darkness, the gathering of nobles, the harvest of the favor of the maiden, and the young Modrian innocently stepping into it in the face of the sudden arrival of beautiful love, looking for his inner home.

In the end, he found that it was just his wishful thinking, and his ordinary life was ruined in this conspiracy of love, and he was even charged with indecency.

For the powerful Viscount Brooke, these are simply tarnishing the reputation of the young Perris family, and the deprivation of inheritance, which is called the knightly reward of the family's development of territory, is actually another path of exile.

The shattering of love and the future, the ruthless choices of his father, and the successive blows were tantamount to fatal injuries for Modrian, and then he was depressed and died of grief.

It's hard to imagine that this is a story that happened within the aristocracy, but for the young Perris family, only the best heir can lead the family forward, and the mediocre have no future.

And Chu Hanxuan, in such a situation, replaced Modrian Perris and became an outcast of the family, a 'glorious' pioneer knight with the strength of a knight's apprentice.

"Master Modrian, Lord Brooke asked you to gather in front of the castle as soon as possible, the time to leave has arrived." A calm voice came from outside the room, awakening Chu Hanxuan's divergent thoughts.

Dulu Komick, the old butler of Perris Castle, served the Perris family for almost thirty years, and was Viscount Brooke's life-and-death partner in the ten-year Great Patriotic War in the Kingdom of Stoke.

Hearing the familiar voice, Chu Hanxuan's mind automatically had information about Du Lu's housekeeper, but what he didn't expect was that Du Lu's voice made him suddenly clench his fists, and the pain in his heart caused a severe uncomfortable feeling.

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

Enduring the pain, Chu Hanxuan said lightly in a simulated modrian tone, In Perris Castle, no one can refuse the order of Viscount Brooke, the powerful and majestic middle-aged man.

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

"Haven't left yet? What is sustaining you, hatred and unwillingness? ”

Chu Hanxuan muttered to himself, raising his hands that had been spotless, the red blood was so eye-catching in the delicate bronze mirror, making him look a little crazy and nervous at this time.

"Hey, little guy, I can't guarantee you anything now, only by getting out of here, out of their field of vision, can I have a chance to avenge you."

"Believe me, leave, just keep the capital of revenge, and when the opportunity arises, I will firmly grasp it and use a stronger fist to complete your revenge."

Chu Hanxuan's slightly frantic self-muttering voice sounded in the calm room, and the hatred and unwillingness permeated in his emotions slowly dissipated, and he suddenly became extremely relaxed in his body, and even vaguely noticed that his soul was also perfectly integrated into his body.

Presumably, this promise played a role, the former owner's mark completely dissipated from the body, and Chu Hanxuan gained the ultimate control of the body.

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

Looking at the melancholy face that was originally slightly stiff in the bronze mirror, it began to soften gradually, and the subtle control of the face became more handy, Modrian tried to smile slightly, facing the new life that was about to come.

"Goodbye, there will be no time in the future!"

The sun outside the window is warm, and the light and plain words drift through the room with the blowing breeze, taking away wisps of sadness.