"Quick, catch him!" In the dense forest outside the city, a yellow-skinned young man in a suit and leather shoes was running hard along the path, and behind him, several white-skinned soldiers in leather armor were dotted in the distance. With spears in their hands or swords and shields, they spread their long legs and pursued the poor yellow-skinned youth.

This qiē is so incongruous, and the one who is fleeing in front is obviously a modern young man of the 21st century, but the people who are chasing him are medieval soldiers.

The path was lined with towering trees and dense bushes, and there was no way for people to settle down, so the young man gritted his teeth and continued to run hard.

"As long as they don't send out cavalry, there must still be a chance. The young man touched the Black Star pistol in his arms, and his heart settled for a while. If it weren't for the fact that there were a lot of pursuers, he would have turned around and shot.

The young man lamented in his heart his bad luck, how could he have fallen into the hands of such a group of barbarians? This time the script of the crossing was wrong! He was still a little happy when he first figured out the situation, but within two hours the joy turned into despair--although the language was not understood, the young man still roughly guessed that they might think of themselves as devilish heretics or something.

It seems that doing bad things will be punished after all......

You read that right, you are not a good man, although he is only twenty-four years old, he is already a veteran of counterfeiting, and before crossing through the strips he was being chased like a dead dog in the dimly lit alleys, and if nothing else, he faces a prison sentence with no end in sight.

Counterfeiting is not a big crime, but the key is that there is a dead person - the battery of his cottage mobile phone exploded while charging, causing the death of a young girl.

He didn't want to do that! But what could he do? He used to be a top student at a prestigious school, and he even got a double degree when he graduated, but to his surprise, he didn't receive any reward for his years of hard work. The monthly salary was only enough to pay the rent, and the mechanical work also showed him no hope.

After changing jobs, humiliating and staring, he finally embarked on the road of no return - he borrowed money from relatives in his hometown under the pretext of doing business, opened a small underground workshop to produce mobile phone batteries, and then sold them through the guò network.

To be fair, he was guilty, but he had no choice in order to live. However, in the end, this insistence against his will brought him great remorse - what happened was that he was in his hometown and liked to chase his childhood sweetheart who called his brother.

When he received a call from his parents back home, all he had was sadness and anger, but after asking in detail about the details and characteristics of the inferior battery, this qiē turned into despair.

Life is not drama, but it is often more dramatic than drama.

He can't face the law, and just so he can't face his parents and the neighbors who have been expecting him to be successful since he was a child.

He couldn't stay in the big city anymore, but he also couldn't go back to his hometown, and he became a rootless man.

A little disheartened, he wanted to go to prison honestly, but he was unwilling.

So he chose to flee.

But who would have thought that in the process of escaping, he was split by a sudden ball lightning!

After a whirlwind, he came to this unknown place.

He thought, in the world over there, the news media must have started to go viral, and the criminal who killed his childhood sweetheart was killed by heaven. What kind of news should this be? I'm afraid it won't be smaller than the Yao Jiaxin case!

He didn't know if this was medieval Europe or some other world, and he wasn't in the mood to pay attention to it, because he knew that if he didn't run quickly, he would be burned at the stake by the "police" here.

But as if it was God's punishment for him, what he was most worried about still came, and the sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance, and cavalry was chasing after him.

Knowing that he was not going to be left to chance, he finally fell to the ground—once he was deflated, his limbs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds as if they had been filled with lead, and he could no longer run.

He did not shoot, nor did he physically resist, knowing full well that not only did it make no sense, but that he could face even more brutal punishments in the future.

Several soldiers caught up and punched and kicked him so hard that he clutched his stomach in pain and completely lost his ability to resist.

"Did God let me wear it here to receive a more painful punishment?" he thought bitterly. But at this moment, there is also a trace of relief in his heart, and the physical pain cannot be compared to the trauma in his heart after all.

But at this moment, a girl's voice like a natural voice came to his ears.

It turned out that an elaborate and luxurious gold-encrusted carriage happened to pass by, in the opposite direction of his escape.

As if surprised by the young man's skin color or clothing, or perhaps for some other reason, the owner of the carriage, the owner of the chariot, who had the sound of the day, ordered the coachman to stop the carriage and go down.

It's a richly dressed girl. But when compared to her dazzling countenance, her gown, which was piled up with diamonds and gold threads, seemed so coarse—even, in an age of this aesthetic level, there would be no clothes worthy of her countenance—so thought the young man who was pressed to the ground and could barely raise his head to look at the girl.

She asked the soldiers, "Are you after this man?"

"Yes, Lord Duchess. The captain of the squad that took the lead in capturing the young man reported to the girl, "It seems that something went wrong with Master de Les's real yàn, something exploded, and then this suspicious guy appeared in the town square, and judging by his complexion, we were worried that he could be a devil or something......"

The girl smiled: "I think you may be wrong to blame the good people, maybe this poor gentleman is also a victim of Master de Les. ”

She motioned for the soldiers to let go of the hands that were holding the young man.

"Hello gentleman from afar, I am the lord here, Duchess Theresa de Auvergne. She gave an elegant dress salute.

Although the language barrier was different, the young man still understood that he probably didn't have to die. And the girl may be introducing herself.

Judging by her appearance, she may be a big nobleman.

Without patting the dust on his body, he bowed: "Hello, noble young lady, my name is Si-Nan-Pei." He focused his pronunciation on his name.

"Die-take-accompany?" the girl mimicked the young man's words a little awkwardly.

"Si-Nan-Pei. The young man said with a serious expression.