Thin fluffy snowflakes drift slowly down in the gloomy sky, forming a bleak picture of the manor, and the faint sound of wind coming in from the not-so-tight window edges brings a hint of cool airflow, and also dissipates the heat from the fireplace behind him and the insulation pipes under the floor.

The pale blue curtains had been lifted and hung on the hooks on both sides, and Charles stood quietly in front of the window, holding a glass of water in his hand, and the steaming mist of water came out of it.

Outside the window, everything seemed to be very conflicting, and the pale green lawn, which had not yet reacted from the warm climate, was suddenly stained with white, creating a unique landscape, and the stone brick path leading to the gate of the manor was constantly covered with white by servants going out to clear the snow, only to be covered in white again within a few minutes of sweeping.

The thin blue clothes of the security personnel who had been patrolling all day had also turned into a relatively heavy cotton wool material. The shape of the wooden-handled flintlock rifle and the long sword crossed on the back looks particularly modern.

After a long period of deep observation, he suddenly muttered to himself.

"It is said that the Royal Kelly Company of the Chauvin Empire has developed a pistol that uses a revolver to fire bullets continuously."

I wonder what these mean. Is it the collision between the old society and the new system, or the confrontation between the supernatural power and the scientific force. But in the end, Charles just shook his head, feeling as if he had nothing to do when he was idle.

"Master Charles, it's time for dinner."

The maid's respectful voice sounded outside the door, and Charles answered, casually placing the glass on the bedside table, and then stepping out of the bedroom.

It was the morning of the second day he had left the unique starry sky, and after returning to the Overworld through the door, he experimented with the flow of time between the two places, and found that the time of the Overworld was synchronized with the unique starry sky and the Song of Ice and Fire.

This made him have to think about the conflict that will come with it when the shuttle door returns to normal.

However, relatively speaking, he is still more concerned about what he has not finished in the evil forces - God's sister, and the "seductive" Sheding.

"Why is it so sudden every time?"

He thought a little depressed, and his steps had already reached the restaurant on the first floor.

With his younger brother Alan in place at the moment, and the Earl of Cranston and his wife yet to appear, it seems a matter of course, after all, the heavyweights are always the last to appear.

"Good morning, Alan."

Seeing the brown-haired boy sitting there raise his head, he greeted him in a friendly manner.

"Early, early, early—"

Before the stammering greeting was finished, Charles waved his hand back, so the other party sighed frustratedly.

"It is said that there is a mountain country witch doctor in the city of Ryan not far away, who specializes in treating stammering babes, maybe you should try it." The message in the newspaper that I had read last night and Charles, who was sitting across from him, had a suggestion.

If it takes a little longer, he has to read the newspaper of the day every time he comes back, so that he can quickly adapt to the changes of the times, and second, it is really boring to stay in a world without the Internet.

In his spare time, Charles also tries to bring some of the results of the scientific world here, but it is very puzzling that not only the mature products cannot be brought in, but also the drawings and parts.

He also tried to memorize the drawings, in fact the reason he paid attention to the pistol was that he had memorized the drawings of the revolver, but had not yet started experimenting with it due to time constraints.

"If it can be successful, it proves that it is because of the shuttle door that cannot be brought in, and if it can't be successful, it means that it is the reason of this world."

Muttering to himself, he felt like he had time to find a chance to experiment with it, but for now-

"I'm talking to you!"

……

The voice of dissatisfaction was accompanied by a knock on the table, and when I looked up, I saw that the round-faced and chubby Earl of Cranston was sitting on the main seat, and the eyes that were originally just a slit were now staring at the boss.

Allen, who was sitting opposite, looked at them secretly, obviously gloating. Just after Charles proposed to call him to see a doctor, he suddenly lost his voice, and Alan finally stammered his answer, but suddenly there was no response, which made him very angry.

When the Earl of Cranston appeared and expressed some confusion about Charles's hair, he also received no response.

"Sorry, that's a problem." Charles coughed dryly, slightly embarrassed.

"So you're willing to explain, what's going on with your hair?"

The Fat Earl continued to ask in a deep voice.

Hair?

Charles was stunned for a moment, then immediately reflected.

It was late at night when he came back yesterday, and his hair was black, but now it was dawn.

"I don't know why, maybe it's related to bloodline transformation."

He answered in a matter-of-fact manner.

That's the way it is, and there's no need to lie. The hair color always changes, and it's impossible to dye your hair or anything like that.

"Didn't you say your legacy is the Light Archer?"

"Yes, it's a profession, but it also involves body modification."

Hearing this, Earl Cranston frowned, looked at the brown-haired young man on the side again, sighed, and didn't say anything.

Then breakfast began.

There were only four people living in the entire Cranston estate, the fat earl and his wife, and Charles and Allen.

Charles has always talked little, and he never has nothing to say when he has no problem, but Alan has a strong desire to speak, but it is really difficult for him to stammer.

Mrs. Cranston, who seemed to Charles to be very "improper", did not usually like to talk much at the dinner table, and the only lively personality in the past belonged to the fat earl, but it seems that there have been more things lately, and he has no nature to talk now.

So the breakfast was quite peaceful, and finally, the fat earl, who was wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin, suddenly said: "Prince Patrick of the Chauvin Empire is visiting, I don't think I can come back tonight, you don't have to wait for me." ”

The others nodded.

"Also, Alan, don't run around this holiday, it's best to read honestly at home."

After the fat earl finished instructing the brown-haired boy, he looked at Charles.

"I heard that you went to the church to hand in the manuscript today, how about it, do you need me to help you consult?"

This man knew that Charles had joined the church's evangelistic department, and he knew what it did, so he asked.

However, when he heard this, Charles suddenly remembered this, and couldn't help waving his hand: "No, no, I have confidence." ”

"You'd better not embarrass me." The fat earl looked at him suspiciously, got up, got dressed, and went "to work".

It's really underestimated.

Seeing his back push the door open accompanied by bodyguards, Charles pouted. Then he put down the cutlery in his hand and walked upstairs with a little hurry.

"I'm going to fix the manuscript and tell people not to bother me."

The old butler, who was standing quietly at the top of the stairs, nodded.

Actually, Charles hasn't started writing yet.