Where is this?

"Ok, I can calm down first, but first you get this crazy person out of the way." Erin looked around and turned to the bed, pulling off a snow-white sheet and wrapping it around her sword-tipped hand as she nudged it towards Thomas.

"Who are you calling crazy." Thomas really didn't expect this woman to be evil. The person who was screaming like a madman in the last moment was clearly him her, and now she was actually skilfully wrapping her own wounds and talking with a carefree face.

"Oh, Miss, I think this might be a misunderstanding." Although Steward Trick felt that things were a bit tricky, but from the various behaviours of this young girl, it could only be described as "strange", but intuitively there could really be a misunderstanding in the middle of this.

"Well, for what it's worth, I reserve the right to complain about this matter." Erin wrapped up her hand wound while stepping around Thomas, who was still holding his sword, and walked towards the door in a big way.

Tricke butler immediately followed up, this oriental girl in the Lord Thomas Baron's bedroom to make trouble long enough, now willing to leave of course the best but, as for what exactly is the misunderstanding, he thought he as a butler is entitled to investigate clearly, but obviously the place to start the investigation should not be the Lord Baron's bedroom.

"Wait a minute ...," Thomas called again to Erin, who had already pulled the door open.

"I am not going to clean my room." Erin gripped the armrest with one hand while turning back to Thomas and yelling back loudly while adding, "And not going overboard with your crazy ass." The implication was that she wasn't going to go through with it again.

"Your name." Thomas scanned the already messy and now torn sheets, the woman couldn't leave like that, he would 'remember' her even if she didn't clean up after him.

"Erin." Erin wasn't afraid of his complaints, she was the one bleeding now.

"Ai&8226;Lynn?" Thomas muttered and repeated.

"This young lady's surname is Ai, her first name is Erin, not her English name." Ai Lin explained loudly. This is her standard Chinese name, just like someone's surname is An Na, it's too normal, this man is really uneducated. What's more, nowadays, many Chinese names are made out of four or five characters, her name is very easy to understand, right.

"Yes, I remember." Thomas hooked the corners of his mouth in a shallow, beautiful smile. His eyes were deep, with a slight twinkle in them when he smiled lightly like that, but in a way that didn't give you any indication of his intentions at all, and the smile obviously didn't simply indicate happiness to him; so such a smile on such an exceptionally handsome face would be incredibly mysterious.

"Yes, I remember you too, classless bloke." Erin swallowed back the latter half of her sentence, she'd wanted to say that he was actually a classless bloke who preyed on women, but obviously no one in this room would agree. They'd probably always thought of stunt doubles as simply inhuman, undefeatable, doing the most dangerous work yet getting paid n times less than the stars, so now Erin didn't want to argue, and getting paid wasn't something she was going to come back to.

"Well, Miss Irene, please follow me." Steward Trick had followed Thomas for too long to know the meaning of that smile, and with a glance at the young Oriental girl, who was obviously mentally fine, but not quite right in the head, began to pray for her.

"Give her a dress." Thomas' voice came from behind again.

"Hmph." Glaring back at Thomas again before Erin stepped out first. Coming into the corridor only to get lost once again. The dark corridor seemed exceptionally long, and the thick stone floor beneath her feet even smelled deep; the set was built far too real.

"This way, please." Trick then went out the door, but the two manservants did not follow him out, apparently the task of tidying up the room fell to them. Instead, Trick, seeing Erin standing still and fuming, walked in front of her and showed her the way.

As Butler Trick went downstairs, the bad feeling Irene had earlier grew stronger. Although every few steps there is a wall lamp, but the wall lamps are lit with candles; even if the filming needs a sense of realism, such lighting conditions are obviously not even the standard for night-time filming, and none of the cameras and staff can be seen ah! Thinking of this, Irene finally couldn't help but ask the question she had been struggling with and speculating about, "What is this place?"

"Ah, Castle Lagris." Steward Trick's reply was clearly tinged with surprise. This Oriental maiden had climbed into the bed of Lord Baron Thomas, yet she didn't even know what this place was? He knew that there was a misunderstanding, this girl screamed when there is a little bit of nervousness, but her eyes are very clear, so agile, can not be a real madman, perhaps this "assassin" is just a misunderstanding, and produced a farce.

"I am asking, what country is this? Who's in power now?" Erin swept another glance at the thick, subdued stone walls in front of her, and a chilling sensation travelled through her body. She didn't want to ask too explicitly, but there was a feeling in the back of her mind that this place didn't seem quite the same as where she was supposed to be.

"This is Ireland, my lady. If it is a question of who reigns ..." Steward Trick thought the question a little difficult, but after a moment's thought answered, "Lord Baron Thomas is in obedience to King Edward- Edward I." This was Ireland, after all, and Trick couldn't ignore the king here, but Lord Baron Thomas couldn't have been clearer that he only trusted Edward.

"Ireland! Edward ... I!" The reply gave Erin the feeling of hitting a brick wall.

Ireland was no stranger to her or to many modern girls, almost all of whom longed for the unswerving vows of an Irish marriage: none but death shall separate us; and the famous "centenary contract" of an Irish marriage was the most complete guarantee of love and marriage, but now how could she have come to Ireland?

As for Edward I, that is supposed to be the greatest king of England in the 13th century ah, why would he appear here? Or ... it is not Edward I who appears here at all, but why does she, Irene, appear here!

"Yes, this is Ireland." Steward Trick answered seriously. Although he didn't know why that native Irish Duke of Wales would send an oriental maiden to Thomas, it was obvious that this maiden was not yet known to himself.

"Oh god, I think I broke my brain, give me a place to rest, I guess there are times when you can wake up from a dream." Erin, reached up and rubbed her temples, feeling like this problem was really giving her a headache, but she clearly saw some bright red blood oozing from the strip of white cloth wrapped around her right hand that had just been stabbed by Thomas' sword.

And since she was able to feel pain, wasn't that proof that what was happening in front of her wasn't a dream! The realisation made Erin's face twitch and only two words popped into her head repeatedly - crossing over!