Ding Yu, a student from the Department of Chemistry, stayed up all night in the laboratory until early in the morning. He suddenly felt thirsty. He grabbed the mineral water bottle next to him and took a few sips. Unexpectedly, the bottle was not filled with water, but with highly toxic drugs. It was very strange.
Soon, he fell straight to the ground, his consciousness gradually blurring.
I don't know how long it took, but it seemed as if a huge impact was oppressing Ding Yu's nerves, forcing his body to regain consciousness. He moved slightly, and with it was an unprecedented sense of power.
He opened his sweaty eyelids with difficulty, looked around for a while, and found himself lying in a spacious room. Long candles, glazed windows, every detail was in the ancient European style, and at the same time, there was a sweet and pungent aroma.
It permeated the whole room.
Next to him was a large bed several meters wide, but he was not lying on the warm bed, but lying flat on the hard wooden floor.
In addition, he also had a parchment scroll at hand, which was densely recorded with words about magic. What surprised Ding Yu was that he didn't feel the slightest effort when reading these strange words.
"Instructions for learning magic..." He tried to read these words and found that he could also speak these languages he had never heard before.
He stood up with difficulty, walked to the mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror, with exotic brown curly hair and brown eyes. He now had to admit that he had traveled through time. He must have been poisoned, so there was something wrong.
I accidentally traveled to this different world and became another person.
Well, I seem to be a few years younger, and my eyesight is also clearer.
Looking at the parchment scroll on the ground, he stretched out his hand like a ghost, exerted a little force on the air around the parchment scroll, and was able to move the parchment scroll from the ground to his hand without touching it!
Is this the magic of teleportation?
Comparing the parchment scroll, he found that the second paragraph of the magic clearly recorded the magic of teleportation: fill the palms with thoughts every day... Over time, he mastered teleportation. There was also a note at the end that he had practiced to the second level.
Sometimes, there will be many adverse reactions, such as amnesia, suffocation, etc.
Presumably, the original owner of this body died suddenly due to suffocation, which gave me the opportunity to travel through time. But, who am I now?
Just when Ding Yu thought of this, the parchment suddenly jumped. Ding Yu stared at it for a long time, nothing unusual. Suddenly, with a bang, smoke bombs erupted around the parchment. The smoke bomb seemed very strange.
The look that was difficult to dissipate remained unchanged for several minutes...
Ding Yu finally waved away the smoke with his hands. He found that his hands were covered with thick dust. He also found that the back of the parchment scroll was facing up, and a line of words appeared in the blank space outside the pattern:
Witte Claude, His Royal Highness the Grand Prince of Notland, congratulations, you have mastered magic level two and become the master of the parchment. At the same time, you have unlocked new uses of the parchment. The ancient parchment will be used against you.
You make predictions to guide you in the future.
It turns out that my name is Wert Claude now, I am a prince, and I have a parchment to guide me. It seems pretty good. However, I don’t know anything about other things now. Who should I ask?
Don't you have a servant?
Just as I was thinking about this, there was a sudden knock on the door.
He opened the door and saw a young man with silver hair standing at the door, holding a plate of food in his hand and looking at him with a smile: "Your Highness, I brought lunch."
He thought to himself: It seems that this young man is my servant, but as a member of the royal family, shouldn't he dine with his family in the hall?
He looked at the plate of food again. It included roast beef, vegetable salad and hard bread. It was not a luxury.
"Wait, boy, why do I have to eat alone in the room?" Werther couldn't help but ask, and at the same time he put two dusty hands on the boy's shoulders and rubbed them for a while.
"Your Highness, you always eat alone in your room. And don't you always call me Wile? Why did you suddenly call me boy today... Could it be that you lost your memory while practicing magic?"
"Hmm...yes, I only remember that my name is Witte Claude, that he is the great prince of Notland, and that he knows a little magic. I can't remember anything else." Witte couldn't say that he came from other worlds.
He came from time travel, so he could only lie that he had lost his memory.
"Well, it seems that magic really has the side effect of causing people to lose their memory. Your Highness, do you still remember the former Queen and Duke Majik?"
"do not remember."
"Okay then, I'll tell you from the beginning."
Wile told Werther everything.
It turns out that the reason why Werther can't go to the dining table to eat with other royal family members is because of his father's fear and stepmother's difficulties. Everything stems from the fact that twelve years ago, his biological mother's family, the Majik family, was framed, and he was also framed.
implicated.
The Majik family is not only powerful, but also has a family heirloom, which is this parchment full of magic. For this reason, the royal family and nobles want to win over this family.
In order to avoid disputes and prevent the parchment from falling into the wrong hands, the Majik family did not form cliques with any family and always remained neutral in the court.
Duke Dark, who was at odds with Duke Majik, wanted to get the parchment, so he arranged for his daughter to be the king's mistress, so as to alienate the relationship between the king and the late queen. At the same time, he designed to frame Count Majik for rebellion. The king finally believed Duke Dark.
As a result, he ordered the Majik family to be exterminated.
The queen was so disappointed with her husband that she hanged herself. Before she died, the queen gave the parchment to the five-year-old Werther. However, what Duke Dack found from Majik's house was just a fake parchment.
.
After knowing this, Werther took a breath of cold air. He looked carefully at the parchment scroll at hand. Most of it was yellowed and the surface was rough. The densely packed text seemed to be full of bewitching magic, trying to arouse the human desire to have absolute power.
Desire, no wonder so many people want to get it.
Werther also learned from Wile that that year, the five-year-old Werther had to face the aftermath of the disappearance of the Majik family alone. His father, who no longer loved him, married the daughter of the Duke of Dark as the new queen, and brought him with him.
He has a pair of younger siblings. His stepmother and younger siblings make things difficult for him, but his father leaves them alone.
The smart Werther already knew how bad his situation was at that time: he had no protection from his mother, the Majik family he could rely on had all been destroyed, his father was afraid of him at every turn, and he even had the magic weapon in his hand.
A parchment that can kill you.
In order to protect the parchment and protect himself at the same time, Werther had to practice diligently every day to improve his strength. Finally, at the age of seventeen, he practiced magic to the second level. Werther hid it very well, and only his personal servant Wile knew it.
The whereabouts of the parchment and his magic.
For this reason, Ding Yu couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the original Prince Werther. He sighed. Since he had traveled through time, there was no way to escape. The only thing he could do now was to live in place of Werther, learn magic well, and protect the parchment.
, eradicate the evil man Duke Dark. Now, he is the great prince of Notland, Wert Claude.
Wile looked at Werther with concern on his face: "Your Highness, are you feeling unwell? It would be bad if it delayed today's enfeoffment."
"Distribution!" Werther was shocked, "Do you know where I will be assigned?"
"I don't know about this, but you will get on the carriage and go to the fiefdom this week."
At this moment, something shocking happened to Werther and Wile. A guide instantly appeared on the parchment: In the endless land, where is your place, and the poorest territory can keep you safe.
Werther looked at this instruction blankly and understood something. The parchment asked him to go to poverty.
Become the lord of your fief.
However, he looked at his own attire. Since he was going to the main hall, he was only wearing pajamas and socks, which was extremely inappropriate.
"Ahem, Wile, I don't want to know why I'm dressed like this. After all, it's autumn. It's very cold to dress like this, and it doesn't suit the status of a prince. Please help me get some formal clothes."
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Wiler suddenly frowned and showed a puzzled expression: "Your Highness, haven't you always dressed like this? Why are you wearing normal clothes today?"
"What, as a prince, he is always naked? And these pajamas and socks look like they haven't been washed for half a year, right?"
"But, speaking of which, you do still have one piece of clothing that you often wear." Wile said, taking out a towel with several holes in it from the drawer, "If you go out on weekdays, you will wrap up in this towel.
Come and get some sun protection.”
"This, that's it." Werther took the towel and wrapped it around his body very skillfully, "Haha, it turns out that I am a very fashionable prince. The colorful patterns on this towel are very novel."
"Your Highness, the patch near the armpit is peanut butter, the patch near the belly is tomato juice, and the patch on the lower waist is dog poop..."
"That's it!"
Werther hurriedly threw away the towel, found a brand new suit from the box and put it on, which surprised Wile.
"Your Highness, you are different from before."
"From today on, I am reborn. I am no longer the same person as before."
Before Werther could finish his emotion, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He hurriedly hid the parchment. When he opened the door, there was a servant in gorgeous clothes.
The servant did not show due respect to Werther. Instead, he looked at Werther and said respectful words in a very arrogant tone: "Oh, your highness, the great prince, is wearing clothes today for the first time. Your honor is
The time is up, the king and queen are already waiting, please come with me."
"good."
Werther followed the servant to the front hall.
The king's eyes when looking at Werther did not show any affection at all, but were full of vigilance: "Werter, why are you wearing clothes today? Forget it, no matter how much you want to integrate into this palace, your personality is no longer suitable for the life of the palace.
Today, I will grant you a fief. You have two choices, the rich Shaoyao City and the poor Dawn Town."
Hearing this, Werther felt that his heart was about to jump into his throat. He thought to himself, my father was probably testing me by giving me two choices.
If I choose the powerful, prosperous and prosperous Shaoyao City, my father will definitely be more wary of me, and my life will only be more difficult; if I choose the weak, poor and backward Xiaoxiao Town, firstly, I will be far away from the palace, and secondly, I will be far away from the palace.
In the future, I will not have enough troops to pose a threat to my father. My father will feel at ease and I will be safe at the same time.
Werther remembered the instructions of the parchment and chose a barren fief, so he made up his mind and said to the king: "Father, I choose Daybreak Town."
After hearing this, the king raised his eyebrows and seemed very happy: "Well, that's right. Then you can pack your luggage immediately and set off as soon as possible."
"Okay, Father."
Werther specially observed his stepmother, and he found that his stepmother was relieved when he heard that he had chosen Dawn Town, and at the same time, he made a gesture towards the distance! From the corner of his eye, Werther saw a guard quickly putting away the darts.
It turns out that it was not only my father who was testing me just now, but my stepmother was also making plans in her mind! Peony City is the richest and most powerful fiefdom in Notland. My stepmother must hope that one of her children will inherit the throne and the other will go to Peony City to become a prince.
Lord.
If I had chosen Peony City just now, I am afraid that the dart would have been inserted into my body now! The instructions of the parchment were indeed correct, choosing a poor fiefdom was the best choice.