The thin snowflakes, as thin as fluffy, slowly floated down the dark sky, forming a cold manor picture. The not too tight window linger faintly heard the sound of wind, bringing a hint of cool air, and dispelling the heat emitted from the fireplace behind us and the insulation pipes under the floor.

The light blue window screen had been pulled open and hung on the hooks on both sides. Charles stood quietly in front of the window, holding a water cup in his hand, and steaming mist emerged from it.

Everything outside the window seemed very conflicting. The light green lawn that had not yet reacted from the warm climate was suddenly stained with white, forming a unique landscape. On the stone brick path leading to the manor gate, servants kept going out to sweep the snow, but they were always covered with white again after a few minutes of sweeping.

The originally thin blue clothes on the security personnel who had been patrolling non-stop all day also turned into relatively heavy cotton wool materials. The wooden flintlock rifles and long swords on their backs looked particularly modern.

After pondering for a while, he suddenly said to himself.

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

I thought in my mind about what these meant. Is it a collision between the old society and the new system, or a confrontation between extraordinary power and scientific power. But in the end, Charles just shook his head, feeling that he seemed to have nothing to do when he was free.

"Master Charles, it's time to eat."

The maid's respectful voice sounded outside the door, and Charles responded, put the water cup on the bedside table casually, and then stepped out of the bedroom.

This is the morning of the second day after he left the unique starry sky. After following the door to return to the main world, he experimented with the time flow rate of the two places and found that the time between the main world and the unique starry sky, as well as the song of ice and fire, was synchronized.

This forced him to think about the conflict that would bring about when the shuttle door returned to normal.

But relatively speaking, he was more concerned about what he had not done in the evil power - God's sister and the "tempting" Sheding.

"Why are it so sudden every time?"

He thought a little depressedly, and had already walked along the stairs to the restaurant on the first floor.

The cheap brother Allen is in his position at this moment, while Earl Corlandston and his wife have not appeared yet. This seems to be natural. After all, heavyweights have always been the last to appear.

"Good morning, Allen."

Seeing the brown-haired boy sitting there looking up, he greeted him friendly.

"Early, early, early-"

Before he finished speaking, Charles waved his hand and slammed back, so the other party sighed in dismay.

"It is said that there is a witch doctor from the high mountain country who specializes in treating stuttering in Ryan City. Maybe you should try it." The information from the newspaper that I read last night was flashing in my mind, and Charles, who had read the news opposite him, suggested.

If the time is a little longer, he must read the newspaper of the day every time he comes back. The purpose of this is to allow him to quickly adapt to the changes of the times, and to stay in a world without the Internet, it is really boring to stay in a world without the Internet.

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

He also tried to remember the drawings. In fact, the reason why he paid attention to the pistol was that he had remembered the drawings of the revolver, but because of time, the experiment had not started.

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

He muttered secretly, he felt that he had time to find a chance to experiment, but now he said-

"I'm talking to you!"

...

The dissatisfied voice was accompanied by a knock on the table, interrupting his meditation.

Looking up, Earl of Corranston, with a round face and a fat Earl of the round face, was sitting in the main seat, with the boss who had originally been just a slit, and was now staring at the boss.

Alan, who was sitting opposite, secretly stared at them, obviously a little gloating.

Just now, after Charles suggested calling him to see a doctor, he suddenly disappeared. Alan finally stuttered and finished his answer, but found that the other party did not listen to him at all, which made him very angry.

When Earl Corlandston appeared and expressed some doubts about Charles' hair, he also received no response.

"Sorry, I'm old." Shahrgan coughed, a little embarrassed.

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

The fat Count continued to ask in a deep voice.

hair?

Shire was stunned and immediately reflected.

It was a big night after I came back yesterday. His hair was black, but it was already dawn.

"I don't know why, it may be related to bloodline transformation."

His answer was tangible.

That's the truth, it's completely unnecessary to say something to lie. The hair color always changes, and it's impossible to get any hair dyeing.

"Didn't you say your inheritance is a Light Sagittarius?"

"Yeah, it's a profession, but it also involves body transformation."

Upon hearing this, Earl of Corranston frowned, then glanced at the brown-haired boy beside him, sighed, and said nothing.

Then breakfast officially began.

There were only four residents of the entire Corlandon Manor, Fat Earl and his wife, as well as Charles and Allen.

Shire has always been talking little, and he never talks when he is free of problems. Alan has a strong desire to speak, but he is really struggling.

Mrs. Kelanston, who seems to be very "unscrupulous", doesn't like to talk much when she is at the dining table. In the past, the only active person who was born in Fat Earl, but it seems that there are many things happening recently, and he is not interested in speaking now.

So I ate a breakfast quite calmly. Finally, the fat Earl who was wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin suddenly said, "Prince Patrick of the Chauvin Empire is here to visit. I probably can't come back tonight. You don't have to wait for me."

The others nodded after hearing this.

"Also, Alan, you are not allowed to run around this holiday, it's best to stay at home and read books honestly."

After the fat Count ordered the brown-haired boy, he looked at Charles.

"I heard that you went to the church to submit the manuscript today. How about it? Do I need me to help you with some advice?"

This person who knew that Charles joined the church’s gospel department and knew what this department did, so he asked this question.

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

"You better not embarrass me." The fat Count looked at him with suspicion, then got up, put on his clothes and went to work.

It's really underestimating people.

Watching his back pushing out the door accompanied by bodyguards, Charles curled his lips. Then he put down the tableware in his hand and walked upstairs with a slightly rapid pace.

"I'll go to edit the manuscript and tell others not to bother me."

The old butler, who was standing quietly at the entrance of the stairs, nodded.
Chapter completed!