The vanished gray world is like a dust floating on the surface of the mirror, and after it is wiped away, everything in front of you suddenly becomes clear.

The white curtains ripple in the wind, and the yellow of the sunset soaks the surrounding clouds. Under the sunset, the green grass in the courtyard of the manor turned dark.

Looking at all this, Charles sat at the front of the velvet bed and took a deep breath, the fresh and penetrating smell with a hint of jasmine made him look dazed.

"How long has it been since you came back? Half? ”

Muttering the incomprehensible words, Charles turned to look at the tray of tarts on the bedside table, which was steaming hot.

This proves that it is still 1835 in the new calendar, and it is still a moment.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief as a result, quietly feeling his surroundings and revealing a relaxed smile.

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

The Overworld, the Kingdom of Turin, the Royal City of Porto, the Cranston Manor.

Getting up and going to the bathroom in the corner of the bedroom, he quietly looked at himself in the mirror.

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

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

Muttering, he raised his hand to his eyes, and with a movement of his mind, a black and white book of fiction and reality appeared in his hand.

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

It seems that under the monotonous and chaotic intersection of colors, you can faintly see the operation of a whole world.

The whole book is square and thick, but it is not heavy in the hand.

When I opened this book, which seemed to hide countless secrets, it was just pure white paper, and there was no text at all.

This is normal, because the book can only be useful in a certain world, or rather, it is a song of ice and fire that appears because of a certain world.

Although there is no real eye in the current return, the charr can vaguely feel its function.

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

……

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

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

The new abilities that appeared at the shuttle gate didn't seem to improve his strength, but the "power" or his subordinates may increase because of this, because the monsters he "planted" can be controlled by him.

Is it just that the purpose of this mysterious goldfinger promotion is just for this?

"Transforming the world?"

I vaguely guessed some possibility. Charles didn't think much of it.

The necromancer was promoted, the daughter of the light was killed, and he entered the new world unprepared, and he saw the top people in that world coldly.

Until now, his mood didn't seem to have stabilized much.

Thinking of this, Charles's heart moved, and the book in his hand slowly dissipated.

The long-term "copy" career made him faintly feel a unique sense of exhaustion, just like the short-term domestic travel that he originally planned suddenly turned into a long-term overseas trip.

That kind of gap made Charles finally return to the main world have a strange awkward feeling, and his brain didn't want to think about it too much.

So after changing back into the gentlemanly clothes of the Overworld, he went back to the bathroom in the manor to take a shower.

With the hygiene and image issues sorted out, Charles put on his pajamas and lay down on the soft bed in the bedroom, ready to sleep first without caring for anything.

However, not long after lying down, he opened his eyes suddenly.

His dark eyes were fixed on the ceiling above his head, and Charles was breathing heavily, and an inexplicable depression arose in his heart.

This feels like a long-suppressed irritability, really unbearable, and like a mouse sneakily scratching at the bottom of my heart.

The hands under the futon clenched and loosened, and after a few moments, he jerked straight up from the bed.

"What's the situation?"

Gritting his teeth and muttering, Charles frowned, and inexplicably felt the urge to hit someone.

After taking a few deep breaths, he tried to calm the inexplicable mood, but it didn't seem to work at all, so he finally got dressed and stepped out of the bedroom to relax.

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

There was nothing abnormal about this, but seeing all this, Charles suddenly felt that those black manservants from the Alpine Country were extremely unpleasant.

He knew that this thought was definitely not normal, so he forced himself to endure it, and sat down at the tea table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window at the front of the hall, trying not to look at everything in the room, but at the green courtyard outside.

It's just that in the same way, what should be a beautiful and peaceful environment now looks so boring and boring. The sound of neat footsteps that had felt more orderly before sounded like it could only make him grit his teeth to suppress his irritable urge to flip the table.

"This is absolutely not normal!"

He thought to himself, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong, or what was wrong.

So Charles sat here quietly, hoping that time would ease his state of mind.

However, he did so until his "generous" stepmother returned in a carriage.

When Mrs. Cranston entered the hall, she saw Charles sitting in front of the window and couldn't help but smile.

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

The fleshy but rather rough voice sounded very harsh.

"Dead fat pig!"

Charles cursed, turned his head and glared at her, ignoring her.

Mrs. Cranston couldn't help but feel baffled by this attitude, but the former Charles was actually about the same as now, so she didn't take it seriously, and walked upstairs with her fat ass in tow.

After that, his younger brother Allen, who had returned from school, and the chubby and happy Earl of Cranston returned one after another.

It wasn't long before the servants' elaborate dinners were set on the table one by one.

The host here sat on the throne with a sigh on his face.

"Work is a busy day, and colleagues are both indifferent and hypocritical. So whenever I come home, I can feel this warm spring-like breath, look at that, here are my lovely two sons, and my family angel, oh baby, come and kiss one. ”

After a kiss from a lady of equal stature, the fat earl lifted his fat hands and straightened the napkin that the maid had put on his chest.

"You're welcome, let's get started."

……

Although they belong to the same religious family, it is not popular in this world to pray before meals, so after saying this, dinner officially began.

It's just that it's everyone, but in fact there are only four people at a long table. The man and the woman sit on opposite sides of the long table.

Charles and his brother Allen sat on either side of the table, speechless.

……

"Today, that sissy brain is simply in water, not only opposes my tax change proposal, but also wants to raise taxes? But the older I get, the more blind I become, and I can't see where the kingdom is now. ”

……

"His Majesty, as always, ignores political affairs, leaves us old courtiers alone, and goes hunting in the suburbs by himself...... It's hard to imagine why he's so interested in this old-fashioned hobby. ”

……

"The bald diplomat of the mountain country ran to the gate of the palace and shouted, telling us to abolish the black slavery, but no one paid attention to him, who called them a defeated country......"

……

"Charles, why don't you speak?" The fat earl, who was chattering silently, suddenly sensed that something was wrong with someone, so he asked strangely.

"There is nothing to say."

After raising his eyes in reply, Xia Erfu lowered his head again and gritted his teeth with a knife and fork to cut a piece of grilled steak on a silver plate.

In an inexplicable mood, he looked down on the family in front of him.

Mingli is an important minister of the kingdom, and the smiling tiger father who secretly engages in the underground party, is weak on the outside, and looks like an honest child, but in fact he is in contact with extraordinary powers, and has his own little secrets and a cheap brother in a small group.

and hypocritically ugly, disgusting stepmothers.

All of this made him impatient.

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

"Why am I sitting here?"

This is a question worth pondering.

Charles sat in his seat, and the others gave him strange glances, but didn't pay much attention.

Instead, start continuing the conversation.

"Tomorrow is a day off. I made an appointment to hang out with Charlie. ”

Alan said this in between the fat earl's words.

"Play?"

The fat earl, who was cutting beef bread with a knife, made a gesture, and then raised his eyes to look at his youngest son.

"Where to go?"

"Well, go to Oliver Hill outside the city." Alan's voice was slightly erratic.

In fact, this honest kid is obviously not very good at lying.

In fact, he went to the abandoned factory at No. 103 in the outer city, which Charles had known "a long time ago" by relying on his destiny talent.

"Stay at home honestly, then you are not allowed to go!"

"Why?"

"There's no why."

"But we have already made an appointment, and Prince Joseph of the royal family......"

"Joseph?" This name made the fat earl look stunned, then thought for a while, and said, "Okay, it's okay to go, you must bring your brother." ”

Alan couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.

As we all know, that Prince Joseph is the royal prince who was beaten by Charles.

Charles didn't remember much about it, and he blew up when he heard the words. "What does this have to do with me?"

He was already forced to endure his irritability, who would have thought that the topic would be on him again?

"Why doesn't it matter? Do you want to keep me from stepping down in front of the king? You have to apologize. ”

"Apologize?" Charles was stunned: "Why apologize?" ”

He apparently didn't remember it.

The fat earl snorted: "Just because you beat someone half a year ago!" The beater didn't get out of bed for three days! If I hadn't ......"

When Charles heard this, he wanted to say that I didn't do it, but he was annoyed, but he hadn't lost his mind yet, so before he spoke, he switched to another sentence in time.

"Yes, then after tomorrow, he may have to lie down for three more days."

The slightly sneering words fell, and the atmosphere at the table fell completely silent, and the three people around the Cranston family looked at him blankly, as if they didn't expect Charles to suddenly become so "arrogant".

That's the prince, just beat someone, and want to beat them again?

Several maids standing quietly not far away also covered their mouths as if in astonishment, but under the glance of the fat earl, they busily shifted their gaze to the floor.

Then the fat earl stared closely at the eldest son in front of him for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "Well, even if you don't apologize, you'd better follow." Your brother has a soft temperament, and you are there, you can protect him a little. ”

This has already given him a step, but Charles is a little "unscrupulous" at the moment.

"Why should I protect him?"

"He's your brother!"

"I'm skeptical." Charles pinched the fork and cutlery and gritted his teeth, "He and I don't look like each other at all!" ”

These words can be said to be insulting, and Allen, who was angry on the side, couldn't help but raise his head and glared at him angrily.

The fat earl's chest also rose and fell violently.

"Oh, dissipate, dissipate, baby Charles, why is the family talking so politely."

"Who is the same family with you?" Hearing this, Charles exploded again, glaring at the titular stepmother not far away, "You ...... die"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a loud banging on the table, and when he turned his head, the fat earl on the throne was glaring at Charles with an angry face, and his spine, which had been comfortably leaning on the back of the soft chair, was straightened because of this.

"Enough!"

The deep voice was quite loud, completely different from the tone of the smiling old man just now.

After attracting everyone's attention, the grimacing Earl of Cranston in front of him immediately stood up, pointed at Charles and said angrily, "You come with me!"

"Don't ...... your dear," the fat lady hurriedly got up to dissuade her, but the earl glared at her directly.

"Fuck off!"

Looking at all this, Alan glanced at Charles gloatingly, only to see that the other party seemed to be even more angry than the fat earl at the moment, and couldn't help but wonder.

"He, what the hell is wrong with him?"

muttered quietly until the two disappeared from sight, and Alan couldn't figure out the question.

But he didn't think much about it, recalling everything that had just happened, the brown-haired young man sitting at the dining table holding a knife and fork couldn't help muttering in a low voice, his expression was angry, and he inexplicably looked a little aggrieved.

"It's too much, it's too bullying!"