Chapter One

so tired……

What floated across his field of vision was the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. He had been looking at it in a daze for a long time, but the god in charge of death did not come and take away his consciousness. This kind of waiting was really too long, and it was too long.

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So he sat up in a daze.

He never thought that he could sit up, but in any case, it seemed to be a conditioned reflex, like sleeping for too long, opening his eyes and feeling unable to move, but after a while, he would still have to sit up.

of.

At night, in the slightly chilly wilderness, he felt that the world was a little difficult to understand. Why was it here? Why was it like this? So what should the real scene look like?

It took him a while to realize that there should be Castle of Thorns, there should be war and smoke, there should be thousands of soldiers, there should be seas of blood, there should be Grace...but they are all gone. He can be sure that those are not

Although Meng had been cowardly in the past, years of hard work had actually made his spirit as solid as a rock, and he had a firm understanding of everything. But what was in front of him was not a dream either. This grassy slope and what was behind him were

Trees, the huge city in the distance ahead, the moon in the sky, this is...Yale.

Yale, an important city in the north of the Rhine Empire, was the place where he lived from the death of his parents until he was fifteen years old. When he was fifteen, his sister inherited the title of earl in the imperial capital, so he moved south. Since then, all kinds of shadows and pressures have been silent.

The rest of the world was spreading. He once thought that those conspiracies and calculations, and various causes and conditions would be like the mighty force of fate pushing behind him. So he could only drift with the tide, confused, and never returned to this place. It was only in seven years.

At the end of the war, he heard that this place was attacked by Bandus and the entire city was destroyed. He had never seen what it looked like when the city was destroyed, but in any case, it should not be like this scene again.

At this time, the bright moon has risen above the treetops. Looking down from this hillside, Yale's city wall stretches in front of the field of vision as before, embracing it in both directions. Crowds of people and torches can still be seen coming in and out at the city gate.

The light extends into the distant forest in the dim night, while the light of the city ripples on the other side. The market, civilian areas, aristocratic areas, the light of torches and oil lamps are connected in the city, and even attract the most attention.

The magic light radiating from the huge Master Tower attracted people's attention. Looking back slightly, the lights of the Laurel Sentence Tower at the foot of the mountain were also flickering in the distance.

Everything is as it was in the memory.

Looking at my hands, even myself at this time has changed back to what I was when I was a teenager, as if as a teenager he came to play outside the city, slept drowsily on the hillside, and did

I had a long dream, and when I woke up, it was like this, looking at Yale that had not changed in my memory.

However, the nightmare was too real after all, and he had already passed the age where he would be blinded by illusions in the dream. Now he sat there in a daze for a long time, and he subconsciously waved his hand - the hand that belonged to the young man.

——Not much magic power began to feed back the message contained in this simple action. The branch of the big tree more than ten meters behind shook slightly, and a leaf struggled off the branch, floating as if blown by the wind.

It flew out and landed on that hand.

The young man looked at the blade tiredly. Gradually the blade began to tremble, and the small trembling became faster and faster. After a few seconds, the edge of the blade began to decompose due to the high-frequency vibration of magic power, turning into dust and flying away.

Seconds later, the blade disappeared amid such vibrations.

"Ah..." He exhaled a long breath and stood up on the grass slope. Many things could not be understood and many things could not be thought about. This body had been fully rested and full of vitality, but it was full of vitality.

What was more in his mind was still the fatigue that seemed to have been struggling for a lifetime. The place he originally thought was the end had not arrived, so he could only keep walking.

Staggering all the way down the mountain, I passed the city gate illuminated by fire, walked along the long road, passed through pedestrians at night, and came face to face with patrolling soldiers. The carriage of the nobles rushed past. I don’t know how long it took.

, he saw the door of the Earl's Mansion deep in his memory, so he walked in. Someone greeted him on the way, but he couldn't pay attention to it. He just walked all the way to the room that should belong to him, opened the door and closed it.

, and lay down heavily on the big bed.

If this is his destination, he is already prepared not to wake up again. If it is a dream and everything in the future, then he can only think about it in the future.

He was so tired that he just wanted to put down all his memories and burdens temporarily and have a restful, carefree sleep.

In the quiet night, during the period when my thoughts fell into deep sleep, time was still moving forward rapidly. The lights of the city were shining and changing. Gradually, the city gate was closed. The light strip outside the city seemed to be cut off, and the darkness moved towards the distance.

As it spread everywhere, the light in the huge city became even more intense. There were banquets held in noble mansions, the atmosphere of carnival, the warmer lights after the shops closed, and a small fire broke out at one end of the city.

The fire, then the light spots spread, the fire was extinguished, and then dispersed.

As time continues to move forward, the lights in civilian areas and commercial areas gradually begin to become thinner. After midnight, the carnival banquets also begin to disperse. The city becomes quiet, and darkness envelopes the wilderness from all directions. At the deepest point of the night,

The city seemed to have stopped functioning. Only the smallest light spots that could sustain life were still shining. Even the huge magic tower seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. In the thin mist, the eastern sky began to turn dark.

The deepest part is liberated.

Dots of light spots lit up again, and life and vitality began to gather inside and outside the city. This was the most obvious moment of the metabolism of the entire city. The sunlight broke through the white fish belly in the east, and the light spread irresistibly. The city

Beginning to enter the day dominated by hustle and vitality, the noisy early morning, the gradually settling morning, the dazzling noon, and the afternoon when the light dyes the city into a lazy earthy yellow. In an inconspicuous Duke's Mansion in Yale City, it is like

In ordinary work and life scenes in the past, several people were talking.

"Aren't you up yet?"

"Yes, I came back at that time yesterday and didn't eat dinner. I slept until now. Why don't we let Gonia go in and take a look?"

"...No need. If you can sleep well, there will be nothing wrong with your body. It sounds like your breathing is normal."

"But Master Sharjah has never missed class before, right?"

"...Ahem, let's wait until he gets wet before asking."

The conversation in the courtyard in the afternoon was between Charles, the butler of the Earl's Mansion, and the gardener named Reggie. After a short conversation, they resumed their previous work. Currently, only one of the nominal nobles and owners of the Earl's Mansion is still living here.

There are underage children, and there are more than thirty people living directly under this noble title. As long as nothing major happens, they must maintain the normal operation of the mansion.

It was as calm and peaceful as the afternoons in the past, and everyone was doing their own work. After a while, someone came over and told Butler Charles: "Master Sharjah is up."

"Is everything okay? Have you prepared the meal?"

"The meal is ready. Master Sharjah seems to be fine, but... he is sitting at the gate..."

"Um?"

"Uh...he's sitting on the steps."

"...I understand, I'll go right away."

Charles thought for a while, walked through the corridor, and went all the way to the gate of the Earl's Palace. When he went out from the side door next to the main entrance, he saw Sharjah Barrymore, the current half-owner of the Earl's Palace, sitting on the steps.

The thin and delicate young man was sitting inconspicuously on the stone steps there, with his hands folded on his knees and his chin resting on his arms. He looked at the occasional pedestrians passing by on the road outside the Earl's Palace, and seemed to be watching.

Thinking about something.

Maybe... lost in love...

Charles thought.

Although the boy is still young, for many people, he has indeed reached the ignorant age to know about love. This reason can also explain his abnormal sleep from last night to now. Charles thought so, from

He walked closer and said, "Master Sharjah."

"Um...Charles."

Sharjah did not look back and was still looking at a pedestrian passing by. After a pause, he said Charles's name, but his tone was slightly different from the past, as if he had searched his memory several times before recalling the vicissitudes of life.

But of course this is an illusion.

"Master Sharjah, sitting like this goes against the image and cultivation of a noble..."

"Well, really..."

If in the past, he was reminded like this, the young man named Sharjah would stand up immediately. It is not that he is afraid of the housekeeper, maybe it can be said that he respects him. He has a good character, so good that he almost never causes trouble to others.

. But at this time, he just replied lightly, nodded, and sat like that for a while before standing up from there, looking back with a clear smile.

"knew."

So not long after, he sat at the long table in the Earl's Palace restaurant and started to eat. There was not much food, white bread, corned beef, Yale's specialty black taro puree and a glass of freshly squeezed juice. He ate not fast and slowly

Feel the vibration of these things touching your taste buds with your heart. The sun is shining slantly from outside the open door. Occasionally, a servant from the Earl's Palace walks by. No one can feel that he is still quiet now and is different from the quiet and introverted person before.

There are many differences in Mr. Sharjah.

The next two days passed quietly like this. He seemed to be immersed in some kind of novelty and strangeness, and was in a panicky mood. He quietly looked at everything around him, slept, ate, greeted people, and walked out during the day.

Earl's Palace, walking in the sunny market - he has not walked so easily for many years, and has not seen such peaceful streets for many years. The countless deaths he has witnessed have been written off, and they have not happened yet.

, he has not yet become the necromancer who suffers a lot in his heart and struggles under the weight of fate all the time. He is still such a young man...

He sat on the steps beside the road and watched the passers-by. He spent half the morning just watching without moving. Or he walked around Yale, just walking and getting close to where he was supposed to be studying at this time.

The Yale Academy of Aristocracy was familiar but unfamiliar, but he did not go in - he did not go to class in the past two days, but the problem was not big. The management of this aspect in the Academy of Aristocracy was not strict. As long as he was a noble with a little wealth, his family would

Everyone can afford a good magic or martial arts teacher, and the popular courses in school are not compulsory for most students.

After two years of this, the memories of the past settled in this reality.

In the year 506 of the Warring States Period, Yale, this was the summer when he was thirteen years old.

Two years later, my sister will officially inherit the title of Earl, so I went to the Imperial Capital and studied at Lucius's Imperial Academy. During my time in the Imperial Capital, Uncle Patrick, as the deputy patriarch of the Barrymore family, took good care of me.

, and therefore he lived a life that seemed unusually warm. In 510, his 20-year-old sister took over the Empire's Sixth Legion and became the youngest legion commander in the history of the Empire, as well as one of the youngest sword masters.

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In May 13, the shadow cast by Uncle Patrick turned into real pressure and came overwhelmingly. I began to understand the cause of death of my parents, some grudges, and at the same time got the Code of the Dead, and understood that my sister had always been there.

After all the hard work, my sister launched a rebellion.

In May 14, my sister passed away, and I became a heretic practicing necromancy.

In May 15, the influence of the rebellion carried out by my sister was finally channeled after a year of incubation, and it broke out in full force, playing the prelude to the Seven Years' War. I traveled everywhere and witnessed countless wars and battles.

Death, until the great escape from Thornburg in 521, when hundreds of thousands of people were killed in a massacre...
To be continued...