London?

Chahedisburg?

Is this curve related to Europe?

Han Le took a deep breath.

He quietly looked at the coachman's dress and his very simple clothes. Although he was a inferior person, he seemed to be driving a car for people with status. If he dressed like this, he would probably not be modern.

middle Ages?

He looked around silently.

The air is fresh and the pastoral scenery is beautiful.

From time to time, you can see several figures farming in the countryside. Their farming methods are very backward and inefficient.

The carriage was moving along the road, with extremely bumpy rides. God knew how Han Le fell asleep before.

"Because of the Netherworld Eye, no matter what kind of curve I enter, I can keep my memory. This is my biggest advantage."

"Haha, I want to see what kind of identity the Master of Qujing has arranged for me this time!"

Han Le calmed down.

A few minutes later, his face looked a little weird.

There was an experience that did not belong to him in his memory, but he understood that this was probably his identity in this world of Qujing:

His name is Han, and his surname is a very rare European surname. It is very long. In Han Le's impression, he has never heard of such a surname.

"Han" was originally the second son of a little nobleman in the Kingdom of Hungary. Because he was idle, he often made things happen in the manor. He was sent to London by his father to learn business with an uncle. However, this boy was unruly by nature and was not idle in London. With his little youthful appearance and a few poems that he came here, he actually got into a small circle and became a big shot in a salon, and had a crush on many noble ladies.

In the Middle Ages, those people were idle and had limited things to do every day, and aristocrats had an affair, which was even more blatant.

But Han didn't have a background in London, and the uncle who was in the flour business was actually forced to take over by his father.

Look, Han has nothing to do in London and has caused him a disaster.

Because of a married lady, Han and a noble child were jealous and almost had a duel for a sleeve-cutting duel!

God knows how ridiculous this man is!

Fortunately, he was persuaded at that time. After the incident, the nobleman wanted to threaten to take revenge, and he had to be sent back to China for refuge by his uncle who was a flour merchant.

At this moment, a cousin who was a little distant relative of him heard the news and invited him to visit her castle, talk about poetry, and talk about popular things in London.

That cousin is very, very high-ranking in Han’s impression.

Although he was also a nobleman, the gap between the two sides was not a small part in the Kingdom of Hungary.

Basically, the status gap between Liu Laolao and Jia Mu in the Grand View Garden is the same.

If it weren't for the news that he had made in London, he would probably not be qualified to be invited to enter Qihedisburg in his entire life!

"Grass, what's the matter!"

Han Le was speechless: "When he reached this point, he was still separated from life and death. When he left London, he risked his life to meet the noble lady, took a bra as a token of love and left."

"Your circle is really messy!"

Looking at the pink bra in his hand, Han Le was also drunk.

I heard that the noble lady’s husband actually served as a senior official in the British Navy.

He was rushing back to London without stopping, and it was estimated that the other noble child would be in danger.

Fortunately, he slipped early.

Just the next second, Han Le suddenly frowned:

"According to this setting, if I guess correctly, this should be around the fifteenth century in Europe..."

"From my current experience, the Qujing world of many monsters in Yunzhou continent is closely related to my previous life, so let's determine this for now."

"The Kingdom of Hungary in the 15th century of Europe..."

Han Le couldn't help but pat his thighs:

"It's blank!"

"If you haven't learned history well, it's embarrassing to travel through time!"

...

Just when Han Ledan was almost ignorant of this world of Qujing, the carriage suddenly stopped.

When the coachman got off the car, he saw that it was the wheels that were stuck in the pile of gravel.

"Mr. Han, please get out of the car and get some air conditioner first, and it will be fine in a while."

The coachman started working very worriedly.

There is no way, the medieval roads are like this, God knows what the hell is this.

Han Le just got off the car.

It was a summer afternoon, and the weather was extremely hot.

But there was still a thick dark cloud hanging over the unknown mountain range in the distance, which made Han Le feel instinctively uncomfortable.

Not far away, the shadow of the castle was already looming.

Next to the driveway was a field, and two farmers were discussing things in a low voice.

Han Le's nine orifices have opened. Although this curve seems to limit his certain strength, he can still hear the words of those two people clearly.

"Kaixi is gone like this? She has disappeared for so long, and she has not even found her bones. It is said that she was taken away by a wild wolf, but why do I think something is wrong?"

"Yes, Kaixi is already the third one this month. Recently, there have been many young girls missing."

"The Earl doesn't care about this at all. Last time I heard someone went to the castle to ask, but I was beaten up."

"Hey... look forward to my own children. My youngest daughter no longer lets her go out now. Next week I will send her to the castle as a maid. I can learn etiquette and maybe she can also take shelter."

...

Han Le just listened quietly.

Although he does not understand Hungarian, the languages ​​in the Qujing World seem to be common, but Han Le always sounds strange.

It feels like using Youdao translation. (Han Le: Author, how much does Youdao cost you? I will give you Baidu...fake medicine)

"Are there any young girls who keep missing?"

Han Le's mouth slightly raised: "That's right, how can a peaceful world of curves exist?"

"Those pirates tried every means to trick me into this Qu Realm. Do you think this Qu Realm can kill me instantly?"

"Haha, I want to see, what kind of wild beast dares to be arrogant in front of you, Master Pinghuang Tianshi!"

With the help of the deserted bell in hand, Han Le has a feeling of being successful.

"Okay OK!"

The coachman greeted.

Han Le nodded, without any trace, and got into the car directly.

He knew that the key content of Qujing was probably in that castle.

What's in European castles?

Vampire? Werewolf? Or Frankenstein? Serial murder? Witch?

Han Le is very interested in every one!

The carriage continues to move forward.

An hour later, Han Le, who was almost bumped into a mentally retarded person, finally got off the car.

A magnificent castle appeared before him.

"This is Mr. Han, who was personally invited by the Countess."

The coachman was shouting.

The castle opened a side door, the carriage drove across the suspension bridge, walked through the side door, and came to a square, and finally stopped.

In the center of the square, there is a poplar tree that is about to die.

Han Le noticed that in addition to the obviously noble carriage of the castle owner, there were two carriages of visitors.

"That's the King's Messenger, and the Detective Bailey."

The coachman explained: "But these are not your business, and you will naturally be welcomed later."

Han Le thanked him and gave the coachman the last little money in his pocket as a tip.

In his impression, it was he who brought himself here from London, and he worked a little hard along the way.

The coachman took the tip and smiled happily, whispering to remind:

"Mr. Han, although you were personally invited by the Countess and have some blood relationship with her, you must understand that she is the only one in this castle."
To be continued...