Crossing

Standing on the towering roof, Min- ho had a bird's eye view of the entire palace. Around him were thick walls and flying flags. Outside the palace, there were some wheat fields and large forests and mountains beyond.

He reached out and rubbed his forehead because he has a dizziness and painful feeling of hangover. He wanted to work hard to recall, how could he be here? And where is this?

A fragment of the memory broke above a pair of delicate leather shoes and tight trousers, and Min-ho remembered that he was going for the KPOP concert.

By the way, I remember... I was hit by the large truck. The memory fragments in Min-ho's mind were connected and reminded him many things.

In his memory, he is dead, but now he is standing on the roof of a palace, and he only vaguely remembers one name in his mind: Blackpink.

Just as he tried to recall more memories, as if opening Pandora's box, countless information appeared in his brain. The information was tumultuous in Min-ho's mind, connected like meridians.

Forging knowledge, metallurgical knowledge... The various achievements and conclusions of modern industrial civilization and arts are embedded in these golden veins like fruits, turning into trunks and branches.

Min-ho seemed to see the entire history of mankind before him. The experience, methods, science, and knowledge accumulated over the millennia eventually converged into a big golden tree that thrived, with luxuriant branches standing upright in his mind.

Those industrial equipment he had never seen before, and those chemistry knowledge he had studied for ten years, were all clearly engraved on the golden veins that make up the big tree, and Min-ho could touch them at will, just like in a library It's so convenient to read a monograph.

"Ah!" This process gave him a splitting headache. Min-ho subconsciously hugged his head, his body twisted and struggled in pain, and he even started to retaliate wildly.

"!" The window behind him was pushed open from the inside, and a man in black armor stretched out his hand and yelled in horror: "My lord! My lord, don't jump!"

Min-ho turned his head subconsciously and saw what was behind him. The man in the armor, then he felt his feet empty, and the whole person leaned back.

He stretched out his hand to grab something, but he didn't catch anything. When he fell, he really wanted to shout loudly to the bastard behind him: "I didn't want to jump... "

... When

Min-ho opened his eyes again, he saw the silk-covered bed top. All his surrounding was giving western-style vibe.

"Uh." Pulling open his dry lips, he made a hoarse voice, alarming several anxious figures waiting there by the bed.

"My lord is awake." The man in armor walked to Min-ho's bed first, followed by two middle-aged men in gorgeous robes.

"Where am I?" Min-ho felt that his throat was about to catch fire, and asked weakly.

The man in armor looked at a middle-aged man next to him, and then looked at Min-ho with some confusion: "My lord, you are in your own bedroom."

Because when I was bored, I read countless genre novels. This time, Min-ho Still very calm. He knew that he was not dreaming and that everything in front of him was real.

He crossed, and crossed to a past era. It seems that this is medieval times, and he has a good knowledge of medieval history, who skillfully studied extensively.

What's more, to catch up with such a fashionable thing as crossing, Min-ho has no idea of ​​death now. He is ready to accept the benefits of crossing and enjoy a more exciting life journey here.

"Master Chris!" Just as Min-ho was thinking about it, a middle-aged man who looked like a minister next to the bed said, "There is no disaster that can't be overcome. You can't commit suicide."

"Yes, my lord, Although Nobles from our State has joined with enemy lines with their personnel knights, there will always be a way to solve the problem." Another middle-aged man who also looked like a minister also followed with comfort.

These two ministers were very interesting, and Min-ho looked at them curiously: one was bald with a thick beard, and the other had long flowing hair but no beard.

Min-ho didn't know the names of the two of them, so he thought slightly and sacrificed the strongest killer move of the traverser-pretending to be amnesia!

At this moment, he saw Oscar, Golden Globe, Baihua, Golden Rooster possessed by various celebrities, and confidently said: "I can't remember anything, my mind is blank."

Two middle-aged people, look at me, and I look at them. , Somewhat at a loss. The man in armor on the side spoke first-he knelt down on one knee in grief and cried out crying: "My lord! I am your most loyal general Wargon! Don't you remember me? "

I am your retainer, Jones, Lord Chris." The middle-aged man with long hair introduced himself. As soon as his words fell, another bald man also introduced himself: "I am your retainer, Tim...Did you remember ?"

" Can't remember." Min-ho, who is still confident and confident. The bachelor is very, if you want to play amnesia, you must play it to the end. He didn't know anything about what was in front of him, and he had to start all over again.

He tried to awaken the memory in his mind, but only saw the towering tree and the countless technologies-with such a powerful golden finger, if he wants to come to this world, he will definitely be able to be mixed.

Isn't that all written in the novel? Muskets hit the cavalry, cannons demolished the city, punched Germany, kicked England, drunk lying on the knees of a beauty, awakening the power of the world-this is a routine, full of farming routines!

Min-ho couldn't help but chuckle when he thought of this, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Well, uh... Wargon... I know it's a bit weird, but I really can't remember anything." Chris ( Min-ho ) tried to put on a frustrated look: "Ah! I'm kind of I'm hungry, can I prepare something to eat?"

Since he has retainers and generals in the army, Chris feels that at least he will not worry about eating. No matter how poor a lord is, he can still enjoy endless food.

Sure enough, after he suggested that he was hungry, the waiter who rushed over prepared him plenty of food: chopped bread cubes, and warm mashed potatoes, a piece of beef half-baked lying in the middle of the plate, Unfortunately, there is not even a decent bottle of red wine here.

Chris desperately dealt with the unpalatable food in front of him with a knife and fork, and he was constantly complaining about the development history of western food. Can these Westerners transfer one thousandth of the cleverness used in colonization to production Is it the food?

"By the way, what is the matter of Nobles and knights ?" Chris put down his knife and fork after eating some mashed potatoes and croutons.

The bloody beef in it affected his appetite. In comparison, he still felt that the half-ripe steaks in the western restaurant in the previous life were more attractive.

"My lord, Batco Empire has waged war against State alliance. We are in crisis and Nobles from our state has left to join enemy ranks with their Knights. " Sitting on Chris's left hand, Jones mentioned this headache.

"This is a internal scheme of Nobles to get back at royal family, My lord. Our Ally Temeria State is also facing the same situation as ours." Tim continued.

It seems that if you don't overthrow the mountain above your head, it won't be easy to rise. Chris sighed in his heart, and then realized another problem.

and many more! This Batco Empire... which empire is it? He is familiar with European history, but he really doesn't know the name of this country.

He even rummaged through the tree of knowledge in his mind, and was even more sure that this Batco Empire definitely did not exist in the civilization of his previous life.

I... It seems that I have made this journey simple. After falling to the bottom of the excitement before, Chris realized that what he had traveled was not a certain point in history, but had traveled to another world...

He raised his head and wanted to relax his mood. The huge mural above his head In front of his eyes, large army was having a full scale war with Kovir state soldiers.

"This mural... is really good." Chris subconsciously sighed, who was confused about his journey through another world.

"Yes, my lord. This is the heroic story of your grandfather, Lord Elanhill Tyrance, defending the Kovir state." When he mentioned this, Wargon, who commanded the army, finally became interested and agreed.

Said : "That was a terrific battle." "Haha, this myth is really good, my ancestor was a Heroic figure? Haha." Chris forced a smile, dismissing Wargon's statement.

Have the ancestors of this body slaughtered these many soldiers? What are you kidding me? It's a bit farther to make up stories to raise your family's lineage—for example, if you slaughtered a dragon five hundred years ago, how can you say that your grandfather slaughtered a dragon decades ago? ?

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