Release that Witch - Chapter 1

[Chapter 1 Becoming a Prince From Today]

Cheng Yan felt that someone was calling him.

“Your Highness, wake up…”

He turned his head away, but the voice still didn’t disappear, on the contrary, it became louder and louder.

He felt someone reach out and gently tug on his sleeve.

“Your Highness, Your Royal Highness!”

Cheng Yan suddenly opened his eyes, the familiar screen was gone, the desk was gone, and the wall covered with notes was gone, replaced by a strange scene – low brick houses, a circular square filled with crowds of people , and the gallows erected in the center of the square.

He was sitting on the high platform opposite the square, not a soft swivel chair under his buttocks, but a cold and hard iron chair.

There was a circle of people sitting around, staring at him intently, among them were a few women who were dressed like ghostly medieval ladies and were covering their mouths and snickering.

What the hell is this place?

Shouldn’t I be catching up with the drawing progress?

Cheng Yan’s mind was at a loss. Working overtime for three consecutive days had pushed him to the limit mentally and physically. He just remembered that he couldn’t hold on in the end, his heartbeat became fast and slow, and he wanted to lie down on the desk to rest for a while…

“Your Highness, please announce the verdict.”

The speaker was the guy who secretly pulled his sleeve. He looked old, about fifty or sixty years old, wearing a white robe, and at first glance looked a bit like Gandalf in The Lord of the Rings.

Am I dreaming?

Cheng Yan licked his dry lips, verdict, what verdict?

But he soon realized that the people in the square were all looking in the direction of the gallows, shouting and shaking their fists, and occasionally one or two stones would fly towards the gallows.

Cheng Yan has only seen such ancient instruments of torture in movies—the pillars on both sides are about four meters high, and a wooden beam is placed on the top of the pillar. One end of the ring was fixed under the gallows, and the other end was placed around the prisoner’s neck.

In this weird dream, he found that his eyesight had become amazingly easy to use. Normally, he couldn’t read the words on the monitor without wearing glasses, but now he could see every detail on the gallows fifty meters away. Clearly.

The prisoner wore a hood, his hands were tied behind his back, and his rough gray singlet was as dirty as a rag.

He is thin and thin, and his exposed ankles seem to be broken by hand.

The front chest is slightly bulging, and it seems to be a woman.

She shivered in the wind, but still tried to stand up straight.

Well, what crime did this guy commit so that so many people waited for her to be hanged out of righteous indignation?

As soon as the thought came to this point, the memory in Cheng Yan’s brain seemed to be suddenly connected, and the answer appeared in front of him almost at the same time.

She is a “witch”.

Fallen by the temptation of the devil, the personification of the unclean.

“Your Highness?” Gandalf urged cautiously.

He glanced at the other party. Well, it turns out that his name is not Gandalf. Barov is his real name. He is an assistant to the Chancellor of Finance and was sent to handle government affairs for him.

And myself, the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle, Roland, came here to guard one side.

Residents of Border Town caught the witch and immediately sent her to the police station—no, she was sent to the court.

The warrant to execute a witch is usually issued by the local lord or bishop. Since he is in power here, issuing the warrant has become his duty.

The memory presented the questions he most needed to answer one by one, without screening or reading, as if this was his personal experience.

Cheng Yan was confused for a moment. There is absolutely no dream that can achieve such details. So, isn’t this a dream?

He traveled to the dark ages of the European Middle Ages and became Roland?

From a drawing dog who worked overnight to a majestic fourth prince?

Although this kingdom’s territory looks so barren and backward, the name of the Kingdom of Graycastle has never been seen in the history books.

So, what to do next?

How this unscientific thing of crossing happened can be studied later, but the farce in front of us must end-it is the normal state of uncivilized civilization to attribute disasters, misfortunes, and misfortunes to some poor ghosts. Hanging people to satisfy the dark psychology of the onlookers is really unacceptable.

He grabbed the warrant that Barov was holding and threw it on the ground, stretched his waist, “I’m sleepy, I’ll judge it another day, let’s go today!”

What Cheng Yan did was not acting recklessly, but carefully reviewing the prince’s behavior style in his memory, and recreating the dandyism that went his own way.

That’s right, the fourth prince himself is such a fucker, with a bad personality, he thinks it will come out as soon as he thinks about it.

Having said that, how well-bred can one expect from a prince in his early twenties who is unstoppable.

The nobles who were sitting on the high platform looked familiar, but a tall man in armor stood up, “Your Highness, this is not a joke! Once the identity of the witch is confirmed, she should be executed immediately, otherwise other witches will be recruited to kidnap her.” What should I do if I leave? The church will not sit idly by when it knows.”

Carter Lannis, this decent-looking man is actually his chief knight.

Cheng Yan frowned and said, “Why, are you afraid?” The naked sarcasm in his words was no longer just acting. A strong man with arms thicker than his body was actually worried about being robbed by the other party. Did he really treat the witch as the devil’s advocate?

“Wouldn’t it be better to have a few more?”

Seeing that he was silent, Cheng Yan waved his hand and beckoned the guards to take him away.

Carter hesitated, but followed the team and walked beside the fourth prince.

The other nobles stood up and bowed to salute, but Cheng Yan could see the undisguised contempt in the eyes of these people from the corner of his eye.

Back in the palace—that is, the castle located in the south of Border Town, he was slightly relieved when he ordered the guards to stop the anxious-looking assistant minister outside the hall.

As a person who spends 90% of his time working with computers, being able to perform such a performance in front of everyone is already a super-level performance.

Cheng Yan found his bedroom according to the location in his memory, sat on the bed and rested for a while before suppressing his violent heartbeat.

The most important thing right now is to clarify the situation. As a prince, if you don’t stay in the royal city, what are you doing in this wasteland?

It’s okay not to think, as soon as the thought came to him, he was stunned by the answer.

Roland Wimbledon came here to fight for the throne.

The origin of everything comes from the wonderful will of the King of Graycastle, Wimbledon III: to inherit the kingdom, it is not the first-born prince who has the highest ranking right, but the one who is most capable of governing the country can take power.

He sent his five adult children to the various territories under his rule, and after five years, he decided who would be the crown prince according to the level of governance.

Living with the capable, plus equality between men and women, sounds like a very advanced idea, but the problem is that it is completely different in practice.

Who can guarantee that the starting conditions of the five players are all the same?

This is not playing a real-time strategy game.

As far as he knew, the territory that the second prince got was much better than Boundary Town—well, in this way, it seems that among the five people, there is no place worse than Boundary Town, and it was a bad start.

In addition, how to evaluate the level of governance and population?

military?

economy?

Wimbledon III did not mention any standards, nor did it impose any restrictions on competition.

What if someone secretly played the game of assassination?

Could it be that the queen watched her son kill each other?

Wait… He thought about it carefully, okay, another bad news, the queen passed away five years ago.

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Cheng Yan sighed. It was obvious that this was a barbaric and dark feudal era. It can be seen from the wanton hunting of witches. Dressing as a prince is already a very high starting point.

Besides, even if he doesn’t get the throne, he is still the blood of the King of Graycastle. As long as he can survive, he can be considered a lord if he gets a title.

And… so what if you’re a king?

Without the Internet and without the nourishment of modern civilization, would he be like these aboriginals, burn a witch for fun, live in a city where feces are dumped at will, and finally die of the Black Death?

Cheng Yan suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bedroom. The person in the mirror had light gray curly hair, which was the most distinctive feature of the Graycastle royal family.

The facial features are still correct, but there is no shape on the face, and it looks like there is no temperament.

Slightly pale and lack of exercise.

As for whether he was addicted to sex or not, he recalled it, and it seemed to be okay. There are several lovers in Wangcheng, all of whom are voluntary, and have never done anything to force others.

As for the reason for his time travel, Cheng Yan also guessed a general idea – it should be the sudden death caused by Party A’s inhumane urging and the boss’s arrangement of overnight overtime work. Dogs are related to engineering lions.

Forget it, no matter how I think about it, this is at least equivalent to an extra life, so I really shouldn’t complain too much.

In the days to come, he may be able to slowly reverse this kind of life, but the most important task at present is to play the role of the fourth prince well, not to let others find out, and tie him directly to the stake as a demon possessed.

“In this case, let’s live well first.” He took a deep breath and whispered to the mirror, “From now on, I am Roland.”

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