The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Through the dusk oil lamp, lying in bed reading books, waiting for the first dawn sun to slowly enter the house, the warm sun gradually warm the body and mind, this ordinary people used to normal life, but it is the enjoyment that I miss most today.

The book didn't read much, but the mind was flying. At dawn, the mind was clearest. Bad ideas emerged one after the other. Perhaps, this is the instinct that life aspires to be bright.

Almost half a month after arriving at this Fortress of Lance, the merchants of the Silver Hook have long gone, and they will go to the Orlando Empire to celebrate the succession of the new Emperor Dasos, and that Roland robot is a gift, famous for its luxury, the Royal Family and Nobility of Oran, also pursuing rarities, so that the new and interesting big robot is definitely the only one, in the calculation of the Silver Hook, this not far away gift is definitely a million-dollar investment.

The team left early, but I had no intention of leaving at all, just practicing swords every day, reading books, shopping, chatting, drinking tea, idling like a retired old man.

“Is this really a holiday in the human world? ”

In the eyes of people who don't understand, I actually do a lot of things.

For example, gather information to update the current situation and changes in the countries of the continent and adjust future plans of action.

It has to be said that, due to the long and dangerous underground corridors, the chaos of the underground world, the transmission of a piece of news underground has often become an age-old affair, and, unless significant information is brought back by intelligence agents, errors and deviations in general have been unavoidable for at least six months.

Plus, the vast majority of the inhabitants of the underground world can't even handle their own lives. How can they care about the surface a thousand miles away? Even gossip is transmitted very slowly. Therefore, the vast majority of the information obtained from countries in Iwo Jima City comes from the gossip of business dealers, basically 30 years ago.

Mistaken intelligence can only be misjudged, not knowing the character and background of leaders, and how to tailor it must be corrected.

Well, it's gorgeous, smart, upscale. It's just reading newspapers, reading books.

Due to the presence of the god of knowledge, the printing technology of the Ash continent is quite developed, as is the daily newspaper of Sulphur City, and the United Kingdom of Minting has its own newspaper. Although the fortress city is often sent from the capital city of Casirola to three months ago, with little variety, it is much better than the useless information of the underground world decades ago.

But even so, the old newspapers and periodicals I've read for half a month are enough for three or four rooms.

“[Evil underground world stupidly moving? The legendary underground covenant surfaced! Our wise king Antar II calls for long-term preparedness!], oh, even Morrill's name is wrong, the underground covenant is long overdue, the same old and outdated information. ”

However, it seems that Antar II, who was dubbed King of Wisdom by his descendants, actually had two brushes to show 10 years in advance that the underground world had plans to counter the surface and had made a long-term preparedness posture.

Intelligence gathering is only routine, and there are many things that seem irrelevant, but that are actually very important.

Identity and accent, for example, need to be addressed first and foremost in order to be integrated into human society.

Ancient and modern discourse are two concepts altogether, even the most commonly used generic language, each place has a lot less dialect and accent tone, and this, seemingly trivial, is often the easiest to reveal true identity.

For me, learning to imitate the accent is not really a problem. It is rare to delete the ancient words that have long been extinct in history. If you look at every 300 years old word and the grammar of the past, it is a problem. In this regard, the most important exercise is to talk to people and read newspapers.

It can only be tried word for word, time-consuming but already productive.

In terms of identity background, it was prepared earlier. Under my arrangement, a broken aristocratic family with a background in the Land of Lan had lived in the city for more than 20 years. The ancestors had also been brilliant in obtaining the Knight's title for helping their ancestors to compete. Although they had lost their aristocratic title to this generation and had only relied on a few estates to sustain their lives, they could barely be considered members of the human aristocracy.

And they, Lauro, a leprosy son, were sent to the monastery to live in isolation, came back by chance, afraid of infectious people, and were also wrapped in bandages and black cloth, so that people could not see their faces clearly.

And just four years ago, perhaps in devout prayer, the God of Holy Light showed miracles, healed the poor boy and gave him the status of a holy knight, who, even more incredibly, went on adventures in the underground world alone.

In the eyes of most noblemen in the city, this is just another propaganda story about the influence of the Church of the Sacred Church, who knows if it's true or not. But surprisingly, this story has been followed up recently.

When the young man, whose miracle was healed, died impulsively, he came back half a month ago, and he came back with a lot of wealth as a great harvest, and his nickname was Lo Lo and his fame was Lo Lin.

Today, driven by hearts and minds, the legend has begun to spread in the city.

Well, speaking of which, everyone should have guessed that someone with a heart is me.

Yes, this 19-year-old Rollo doesn't really exist, and the family, who I sent 20 years ago, the real person involved in that identity, has already settled in Mount Iwo.

And in order to resemble the two identities as much as possible, I personally played a handful of contacts with the neighbor's outsiders, and even deliberately left some obvious personal marks in the middle, such as the strange tone of speech, and some strange dish leg seating.

More than 20 years in advance, just for a noble identity and innocent origins, seems superfluous? No, in my eyes, that's not enough.

Although helpless, in this world, as the dominant human being is probably the most exclusive race, wanting to mix up in human society, or step further into the upper nobility of the ruling class, an inheritance of three generations of aristocracy is essential, and if you are treated as an alien probe, you probably don't have to do anything about it.

Of course, there are many gaps in this experience. If someone pursues it in the future, there will certainly be doubts, but doubts are much more trustworthy than a completely blank past. Unknown origins can be used as weaknesses to be attacked, but it is not easy to attack each other merely with doubts, at least to prove that this identity is a false rebuttal.

And I've been shopping every day lately, saying hello to my neighbor's uncle, my aunt, my grocery aunt, and showing some strange personal signs, which is to make the two identities coincide and make the false identities more authentic.

But for some reason, because of my pathetic luck, I did a little too much...

“Poop, Roland, I hear you're an old lady lover? ”

Bullshit, is that such a bullshit habit? It's just that the goddamn routine asked me to help the old lady cross the street ten times, but is there a so-called sidewalk here, and there are fewer wagons, so I guarded the road all afternoon before meeting three eligible old ladies, and finally begged them to let me cross the road... At the end of the day, they looked everywhere at the old lady and looked at the old lady, and it turned out to be a bad title.

“No, no, I heard it was the Wild Dog Terminator. ”

Nonsense, the dog is the best friend of mankind, I love the task of bathing wild dogs, but the dogs just don't like it... such a sharp tooth and claw, luckily I have the holy light, otherwise I won't be able to see people the next day.

“Ah, Ra, they say you were caught in the act for following a beautiful woman? ”

Bullshit, my goal is just to fight evil and clean up the gangsters! Unfortunately, no gangster was caught that day, so the Holy Knight didn't make it home? As for being arrested, I'm a holy knight. How could I have been arrested, just to convince the guards that it took a little work.

The end result of these tasks, besides making me deeply realize that the system still pits father, it is harder to do good than to do bad things, let that “miracle Roland”, “lucky boy Roland”, first became "overkindly Roland”, then “next door the head into the water", “unfortunately, the young man is young, burned by the holy light of the brain. ”

“It's okay, this gives a deeper picture, the silliness is better suited to the personal setting of dying in the underground world. It's a good thing! It's a good thing” This is my self-deception with tears of blood.

But sometimes, when disaster comes, when image breaks down, self-deception is the limit...

“Good thing your sister, the cute little lady next door looks at me, she has changed from the vision she had just seen to the sympathy of a retard! Others shouted behind my back, 'Don't give up hope, don't give up treatment’, it took me more than a week to completely destroy my image, and then I finally got rid of the demon Roland's identity in my head, but became the holy knight Roland whose head was burned by the holy light. ”

But unfortunately, in order to be able to be strong as soon as possible, that increasingly pit daddy's daily tasks, had to be done, and I kind of missed that evil system. In these days, it's much harder to do good than bad things.

“Can't there be more trust between humans when helping old ladies cross the street is used as an attempt to rob old people, helping people with their bags is used as an attempt to steal, obliging people to sweep the streets is used as a psychopath, giving dogs a bath and shaving their hair is used as an attempt to make dog meat hot pot? Master System, you've won. Poor me. I've swept away my reputation and image. Let me go! “

Now, the silly sister Diana looked at me in a strange way, and when she saw me in the pit of the system, she was not surprised, but nodded naturally, as if she were saying, "Well, this is what Roland is supposed to be, and it turns out that the majestic sleepless judge is the illusion. ”

And today, when I just saw half of it in the paper, I was attracted to a piece of news three months ago.

“Congratulations from the royal family of the new emperor of the mighty Orlando Empire, including the Duchy of Bubi, the Duchy of Donglan and the Kingdom of Casiro, who are expected to present their flag of loyalty and trust during the ceremony… ”

“Clicks.” With a crisp sound, newspapers have been split in half.

“Subordinate!? ”

Blood gusts suddenly, the rest of the words are no longer visible, the unknown irritation and grievance sparked my mind, but I don't know how to vent it.

Even if it had long been known that the Duchy of Donglan was no longer the country of the last millennium of independent and strong warfare, it was understandable that it was international custom for small nations to bow down to the great powers, but it made me angry to kill when I thought of the symbolic and guardian banner of the Battle of Langlan to be placed under the banner of an empire.

“Goddamn Shaw's children, useless things!! I can't believe I'm mixing it up with someone else! You have lost the dignity of the Lan bloodline and the glory of the millennium. ”

Well, even though I knew it was complaining and irrational, anonymously angry with me, I was still thunderous and furious in the room.

It took me a long time to calm down and sigh helplessly.

“Hey, you can't blame them either. ”

I know that there are some things that cannot be blamed on future generations. It is still amazing that future generations will be able to rebuild their country. Really, I can only blame our generation of late kings.

So, calm down, I looked back at the torn newspaper and spelled him out.

This information is important and needs to be carefully studied, although it is very frustrating.

“Isn't the new emperor Dasos, the king of the winter wolves? Although he is a wretched Victorian bent, he has historically been a great fighter and cannot be underestimated. ”

And when I think of Victoria, I think of the final tragic ending of Dasos, and I'm in a much better mood, and a bad, malicious idea comes up again.

“A great emperor like him may be tired of eating big fish meat before obsessing with Victoria's rare neutral beauty. Perhaps Victoria is gone and Khlos is also a neutral super beauty. Otherwise, try to distort him again and let him leave a final sentence in history. ”

Well, even if it's just casual talk and play, unleashing the resentment caused by the Royal Family of Lan being forced to bow their heads, Colosseum's uncalled vest, which is preaching in the square, gets cold and shivers, as if bad luck were imminent.

I then turned to the last page of the newspaper, where there were portraits and briefings of the representatives of the countries participating in the succession ceremony.

“Duchy of Donglan, yes, is it a princess? Renee Jean. Lan?”

“Knock!” The newspapers I barely spelled together were completely scrapped, this time not because of anger, but because the scene in front of me shocked me unnamed.

The corner of the newspaper is a wonderful and unique portrait of an English knight in silver armor waving at the people with a sunny smile.

“The Knight Princess Renee, the only descendant of the Lan Dynasty, enjoys the trust of the people. ”

Famous replacement of the descendants of the Langhuan? Any speculation can be voided, in front of the cheerful face of the lady knight, which I don't want to admit and must admit.

“Roland!! This princess and Rollo and you look like family, don't you? Don't you dare deny it. This time the evidence is solid. Let Momo see the lovely little Lolo. ”

Momo rushed in, and she waved it in her hand, but it was the same newspaper I had.

And that knight princess Renee, she looks 90% like me! If it weren't for the feminine tenderness between the eyebrows rather than the masculinity, the face was slightly pointed and the eyebrows slightly thin, it would be the same person.

I stared dead at the portrait of the girl, and I made a secret determination.

“Looks like we're going to the Orlando Emperor Dukagsi first. ”