My Empire

My Empire Chapter 1

2020-11-03

Chapter 1 1 Crossing

Standing on the towering roof, Chris has a bird's eye view of the entire castle, surrounded by a thick city wall. There are black flags flying, and there are large fields of wheat outside the castle and forests and mountains beyond.

He reached out and rubbed his forehead, because there was a hangover dizziness there. He wanted to try hard to recall, how could he be here? And where is this?

The fragment of the memory snapped over a pair of fine leather shoes and crisp trousers, and Chris remembered that he was standing on the top floor of a skyscraper.

Yeah, I remembered...jumping myself...jumping on the top floor of my own company...the fragments of memory in Chris's head came together and reminded him of many things.

In his memory, he was already dead, but now he was standing on the roof of a castle, and only vaguely remembered one name: Tangning.

Just as he tried to recall more memories, it seemed like he had opened Pandora's box, and countless information appeared in his brain. The mountains of information collided in Chris's mind, connecting like a meridian.

The knowledge of forging, the knowledge of metallurgy... The various achievements and conclusions of modern industrial civilization are embedded in these golden veins like fruits, turning into torso and branch.

Chris's eyes seemed to see the entire history of mankind before him. The experience and methods, science and knowledge accumulated over thousands of years have finally converged into a thriving golden tree, with luxuriant branches in his mind able to support both heaven and earth.

Those industrial equipment he has never seen before, those chemical knowledge he has studied for ten years, are all clearly engraved on the golden veins that make up the big tree, and Chris can touch it at any time. , as convenient as turning over a monograph in the library.

"Ah!" This process gave him a splitting headache, Chris subconsciously hugged his head, his body twisted and struggled in pain, and even made him retching frantically.

"ka!" The window behind him was pushed open, and a man in black armor extended the hand, shouting in horror: "Sir! Don't jump!"

Chris subconsciously turned his head and saw the man in the armor behind him, and then he felt his feet empty and his whole body leaned back.

He extended the hand to try to grab something, but couldn't catch anything. At the moment of falling, he really wanted to shout loudly to the bastard behind him: "I I didn't want to jump..."

...

When Chris opened his eyes again, he saw the top of the bed covered with silk. He didn't like the Western style, cumbersome and unpractical.

"Uh." Pulling his dry lips, he made a hoarse voice, which aroused several anxious silhouettes waiting there by the bed.

"Your lord is awake." The man in armor walked up to Chris's bed first, then the two middle age persons in gorgeous robes.

"Where the hell am I?" Chris asked weakly, feeling his throat catch fire.

The man in armor looked towards a middle age person beside him, and then looked towards Chris with some doubts: "Sir, you are in your bedroom."

Because of boredom I had read countless time-travel novels when I was there, and at this time, Chris was still very calm. He knew that he was not dreaming and that everything in front of him was real.

He crossed, and crossed over to a Westerner. It seems that this is medieval Europe, and he happens to be familiar with medieval Europe as well.

It's okay to let Chris jump off the building again, he absolutely dares not. People who have committed suicide once often don't have the courage to die again.

even more how to catch up with such a fashionable thing as time travel, Chris doesn't have any thoughts of dying now. He is ready to accept the travel benefits and enjoy a more exciting life journey here.

"Lord Chris!" Just when Chris was thinking about it, a middle age person who looked like a minister by the bed said: "There is no disaster that can't be overcome, you can't commit suicide."

"Yes, my lord, although we have to pay a heavy tax of 1,000 gold coins a year, there will always be a solution." Another middle age person who also looked like a minister also followed comforted.

These two minister-like figures were interesting, and Chris looked at them curiously: one was bald but had a bushy beard, the other had long flowing hair but no beard.

Chris didn't know the names of the two of them, so he thought for a while, took out the transmigrator's strongest killing move - pretending to have amnesia!

I saw him possessed by Oscar, Golden Ball, Hundred Blossoms and Golden Rooster at this moment, and said confidently: "I can't remember anything, my mind is blank."

Two middle age persons, you look at me, I look at you, some not knowing what to do. The man in the armor on the side opened his mouth first - he saw his grief-stricken one-knee kneels beside the bed, crying out, "My lord! I am your most loyal general, Vagron! You don't remember me Huh?"

"I'm your retainer Deans, Lord Chris." The long-haired middle age person introduced himself. His tone barely fell , and another bald man also introduced himself: "I'm your retainer Stryd ... Do you remember?"

"I want to do not raise." The righteous Chris is a bachelor. Since he wants to pretend to have amnesia, he must do it to the end. He didn't know anything about what was in front of him and had to start all over again.

He tried hard to wake up the memory in his mind, but he only saw the towering tree, and saw the countless technologies-with such a powerful cheat, if he was in this world, he would definitely be able to. Let's get mixed up.

Isn't that what all novels say? Fighting cavalry with muskets, demolishing city walls with cannons, punching Germany, kicking England, drunkenly lying on the knees of beauties, waking up and taking control of the world—this is a routine, full of farming routines!

Thinking of Chris' involuntarily smugness here, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Well, uh...Vagron...I know it's a little weird, but I really can't remember anything." Chris tried his best to look depressed: "Cough! I'm a little hungry now, can you prepare me something to eat?"

Since he has retainers and generals in the army, Chris feels that at least he won't worry about eating anymore . No matter how poor a lord is, he still has endless delicacies to enjoy.

Sure enough, after he mentioned that he was hungry, the waiter who arrived prepared a sumptuous meal for him: chopped bread, warm mashed potatoes, and a piece of beef. Half-baked lying in the middle of the plate, unfortunately there is not even a decent bottle of red wine.

Chris desperately dealt with the unpalatable food in front of him with a knife and fork, and kept complaining about the development history of Western food in his heart - can't these Westerners use one-thousandth of their cleverness in colonization Do you want to move on to making delicious food?

"By the way, what exactly is the matter you said about paying 1000 gold coins?" After Chris ate some mashed potatoes and bread cubes, he put down his knife and fork.

The bloodshot beef affected his appetite. In comparison, he still felt that the medium-rare steaks in the western restaurant in his previous life were more attractive.

"My lord, the Arrant Empire raised taxes a few days ago, increasing our annual tax from 300gold coin to 1,000gold coin." Deans sat on Chris' left hand and mentioned this headache. matter.

"This income is almost all of Serris City. If we hand it over, we won't even have the money to feed the soldiers," Stryd continued.

It seems that it is not an easy thing to rise up without overthrowing the mountain above your head. Chris sighed inwardly, and then realized another problem.

Wait! This Arrant Empire... Which Empire is it? He is familiar with European history, but he really does not know the name of this country.

He even rummaged through the knowledge tree in his mind, and then became more certain that this Arrant empire definitely did not exist in his previous civilization.

I...seem to think this time-travel is simple. Falling to the bottom from the previous excitement, Chris realized that he had not traveled to a certain node in history, but had traveled to another world...

He raised his head, trying to ease his mood, the top of his head The huge fresco on the top came into his eyes, a giant dragon covered in scale armor was breathing flames in the crowd, and countless soldiers were destroying this rare beast.

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

"Yes, my lord. This is the story of your grandfather, Alanhill Terrence City Lord, who led the army to slay dragons." Speaking of this, Vagron, who commanded the castle army, finally had Interested, he said, "That was an amazing battle."

"Haha, this myth is really good, my ancestors were dragon slayers? Haha." Chris squeezed out a smile, yes Vagron's claims were dismissive.

The ancestors of this body slaughtered dragons? What are you kidding me, making up myths and stories to raise the bloodline of your own family has to go a little further - for example, if you slaughtered dragons five hundred years ago, how can you say that your grandfather slaughtered dragons several decades ago?

Wait!

"This...world...really has dragons?" Chris stared wide-eyed, who suddenly realized what, stopped smiling and looked towards his army commander, Vagron, surprised. asked in a long tone.

"Of course." Vagron nodded, confirmed to his amnesiac master: "And there are many..."

(end of this chapter)