Obviously, these "holy relics" are basically fakes, concocted by black-hearted clergy or professional crooks to trick people out of money.

Boss Tian, who himself makes money by flickering, of course knows this very well, but he is strange that the guy weishenme will sell the "holy relics" to the temple? It's as incredible as someone running into another company's MLM den to sell their own MLM products.

“…… Usually religious beliefs and people's IQ are disproportionate, and if there is one, it should be inversely proportional. Pious belief can seriously impair the intellect, which should be a basic common sense in shijie today. ”

Regarding Boss Tian's question, Bai Siwen said in a very flat tone, "...... Looking at the tone of that guy just now, maybe he was really a fanatical believer like a Korean missionary! Fooling others all day long to zuihou fools you, and you fool yourself stupidly. ”

“…… Hey, boy, don't talk about it everywhere, it's bad if the guests hear it! ”

Boss Tian looked around nervously and was relieved to find that no one had noticed at all, "...... By the way, just now I asked Xiao Liu to go to the roof to wipe the tin crescent, he said that he can't do it alone, now that you are free, go over and do a favor! ”

was personally sent by the boss, Bai Siwen had to run to work in a hurry, and he didn't even bother to change the priest's uniform on his body.

- Xiao Liu in Boss Tian's mouth is the amateur imam who wore a fake beard and wrapped a head cloth, and he is also Bai Siwen's classmate.

Just now. Boss Tian looked up by chance and saw that the iron crescent moon sign erected on the roof of the side hall had been very rusted, and it was stained with a lot of bird droppings, which looked disgusting and really unsightly, so he asked Xiao Liu, an amateur imam, to climb up on a ladder to clean it up.

But the problem is that Xiao Liu is too fat to climb the rickety bamboo ladder to the roof. I'm afraid that I will step on the air and fall into a meatloaf halfway...... So, under Xiao Liu's pleading, Bai Siwen, who was thin and flexible. He took on this difficult job, climbing up with a dustpan, broom, and rag, while Xiao Liu himself carried the ladder underneath.

“…… This scene looks really strange. Let a Christian priest rub the crescent moon on the mosque? Hehe, if it were in medieval Europe, I'm afraid I would have become a heretic and burned at the stake......"

Bai Sven muttered as he grabbed the dusty old ladder and climbed up. However, just as he put his hand on the top of the ladder and was about to grab the iron crescent moon sign in front of him, he felt a sudden light under him - the ladder broke!

At the last moment, he grabbed the crescent moon sign in front of him, and finally managed to stabilize his body and did not fall immediately.

But in the next moment. Before Bai Sven could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a tooth-aching "creak" in horror - under his hard pulling, the badly rusted iron crescent symbol finally overwhelmed, quickly broke apart, and fell from the roof......

Thereupon. As the Iron Crescent Moon broke and fell, Bai Siwen's body inevitably fell...... In the exclamation of Xiao Liu and Boss Tian, his head hit the cement floor heavily, and his eyes suddenly went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

- Amateur priest dressed in black, holding the symbol of the Islamic crescent. Lying in a pool of blood, he never woke up again.

However, when Bai Sven's body is sent to the crematorium by his grief-stricken parents, his soul travels to another time and space......

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It's so painful, it's so uncomfortable, it's so hot......

I'm ...... Where is it?

In the boundless darkness, Bai Siwen seemed to hear a noisy commotion in the distance, but he couldn't see what was going on around him for a while.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to stand up, but his weak body didn't seem to belong to him anymore.

In his grogginess, he felt as if his body was being carried by many hands, and then it was a bump all the way...... Bai Siwen felt that every muscle in his body was aching, but he couldn't shout, so he could only let others lift him up and down.

Zuihou, he felt as if he had been carried to a bed, and finally he didn't have to endure the pain of the bumps, but his whole body still seemed to be on fire, and only his forehead was still cold...... In the painful heat, he tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were like lead, and he couldn't open them at all.

At the same time, he heard someone buzzing around him, as if he was worried about his body.

But what surprised Bai Siwen even more was that the language of these people felt both familiar and extremely foreign to him.

- Definitely not Chinese, but not English, not even Japanese and French, which he occasionally dabbled in, but a language that could not be named. At first, he didn't understand what the men were saying, but as his consciousness grew clearer, he seemed to be able to hear the words, then the phrases and sentences...... But the problem was that after he began to understand what they were saying, Bai Siwen felt even more shocked and panicked.

“…… What about Bixia? Did you fall to the bone? ”

“…… Report to my lord, Bixia doesn't seem to have any external injuries, but she hasn't woken up, and she has a terrible fever! It must be because of the cold wind! ”

“…… O God Almighty! What a misfortune! If I knew this, I shouldn't have let Bixia ride out on horseback! ”

“…… What can I do now? Is the Venetian envoy still waiting for an audience? ”

“…… Do you want to invite the archbishop? ”

……

bixia？ Oh, God? Venetian? Archbishop?

What exactly are these people talking nonsense? Can I understand them? Where the hell am I at the moment?

With the above-mentioned brain paste, Bai Siwen groaned with difficulty, and finally opened his eyes and woke up.

Then, the scene he saw in front of him suddenly made him very surprised and stunned.

The first thing that catches your eye is the roof, which is made of huge logs and rough strips of stone, and although it is large and tall, it has no decoration, like a warehouse with miscellaneous items. And the light in the room is also very dim, it is still daytime, but there are still torches in the corners.

Then he found himself lying on a bed that seemed to be of great workmanship, surrounded by a circle of people who seemed to be arguing fiercely about something. Among them were dressed in shining armor, embroidered robes, black robes with crosses on their chests, looking like Christian clergy, and several women in long skirts carrying basins of water.

Although Shili was still a little vague and his mind was sluggish, he could still tell that all of them had the well-defined foreheads, deep-set eyes, and high noses that were characteristic of Europeans.

This made Bai Siwen feel even more confused about his situation, plus a trace of trepidation, and more embarrassment.

Where the hell am I? And who are these people? And also...... They weishenme call me "bixia"?!

Then, before he could sort out the mess, as soon as he saw Bai Siwen wake up, those people all shouted excitedly:

“…… Oh God forbid! bixia！ You're finally awake! ”

“…… Bixia, how do you feel? Would you like to drink some hot water? ”

Bai Siwen looked at them confused and confused, these people felt familiar and strange to him.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his hoarse throat was completely unsounding......

- First of all, calm down, especially when you can't figure out the situation...... He said to himself silently, taking a breath and reaching out to touch his face, only to immediately touch a thick beard...... When exactly did I grow a beard?

Without warning, Bai Siwen suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and then fainted again amid the shouts of others.

The next moment, in the coma and vertigo, countless complex messages, like a dam breach, surging and forcibly pouring into his memory, vivid scenes were repeatedly replayed before his eyes—bloody battles, elegant courts, sharp swords, cold armor, purple royal robes, huge crosses, badges of double-headed eagles, broken walls, shadows of the crescent moon banner......

This fragment of broken and mutilated memories filled his still confused mind in an instant, and also made his mind fall into a freeze, he didn't even know if these were real experiences or false phantoms?

After another moment, he barely confirmed the absurd but true fact that he was no longer "himself".

More precisely, he crossed!

Moreover, it's a soul without a physical body.,And with the other soul of this shijie.,Quite perfectly integrated into one.。

- So, Bai Siwen, a 21st-century normal history college student, has disappeared forever in another shijie at this time.

Now he has another name, another identity, and an extremely brilliant and dazzling honorific title on this shijie.

- Constantine. Palaiologos, Constantine XI of the Eastern Roman Empire, or the Byzantine Empire.

According to the sequence of the throne, he was the twelfth monarch of the Palaiologos dynasty of the Eastern Roman Empire, and he was also ...... The Roman Emperor of Zuihou!

In the history of Bai Siwen's shijie, he is about to be buried with this ancient empire that is extremely weak!

So, after coming to his senses again, Bai Siwen, or Emperor Constantine XI who fused the memories of different shijie, first stared at the ceiling in a daze and was silent for a long time, and then suddenly let out a terrible scream: "...... My God! weishenme wants to kill me? weishenme！ ”……)