Chapter 1

The sun in late autumn is less hot and more bleak. It rises from the golden wheat field and hangs on the blue sky, reflecting the thin autumn clouds.

With a gust of breeze blowing, the ears of wheat covered with Peris territory swayed and danced like dancers. The working tenant farmers stood by the wheat field, with a full smile on their faces. It was another harvest season of the year.

In the central castle of Peris territory, in a delicate and luxurious room, magic lights are scattered, and a blonde youth is faintly lying on the hotbed.

Hoo!

The blonde woke up from his nightmare, with a fine cold sweat on his forehead. He habitually stretched out his left hand to look for something by the pillow, but found nothing.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes in confusion, wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, the blonde slowly opened his eyes, and then... His expression seemed stagnant and turned into a sculpture at the rest of time.

It should be... A dream?

Yes, it must be a dream!?

Chu hanxuan comforted himself, slowly closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes again. When he woke up, it was still an unchanging strange environment.

Exquisite Western style windows, soft and comfortable white beds, European style room decoration like carved beams and painted buildings, everything is so real.

"Where is this?"

"Why am I here?"

Chu hanxuan whispered to himself and looked down at his spotless white hands. The emerald ring showed a charming halo under the magic light.

Thoughts together, countless pieces of memory emerged madly from the depths of his soul, impacting Chu hanxuan's consciousness. Before he was unconscious, he had a hunch that what happened might be beyond his imagination.

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In the luxurious room, in front of the tall copper mirror with exquisite wisps of flowers, Chu hanxuan quietly looked at himself in the mirror. His short blond hair was thick and dazzling, and his melancholy white face was dotted with brown pupils. * *'s body muscle lines were uniform, but the wound wrapped on his abdomen was particularly eye-catching.

"Modrian Perez, the name of this body!"

Complex expressions appeared on his face one by one. Pain, struggle, reluctance and sadness finally turned into plain. After combing all the memory fragments in his mind, Chu hanxuan began to quickly accept his new name and identity. This was an unexpected soul crossing arranged by the old day.

"It's just that this identity arrangement seems a little difficult?"

Chu hanxuan's right hand gently touched the scar on his waist and abdomen, and the subtle pain tore the memory fragments in his soul.

"What a poor fellow. Is there nothing more sad than death of heart?"

In previous lives, as a psychological expert, I have read a lot of works on Western history in my spare time. I still have a clear understanding of the so-called nobles. They are far more than gorgeous on the surface.

Today's identity comes from the Peres family of stoke kingdom. He is the second son of the current owner and the first owner, viscount Brooke Peres, and an unpopular noble young master.

The story of experience is also very fucking. A mediocre and incompetent guy with the inheritance right of the Peris family, who is the inheritance right of the hereditary viscount and holds the shield warrior legion with the title of scarlet shield.

Everything constituted some dark arrival, the gathering of nobles, the harvest of girls' favor, and the young modrian stepped into it with innocence in the face of sudden beautiful love.

Until the end, he found that it was just his wishful thinking, and his plain life was destroyed in this conspiracy and love, and even he was charged with indecency.

For the powerful Viscount Brooke, it is simply tarnishing the reputation of the young Perez family and depriving the right of inheritance. The United States calls it the knight reward for the family to open up territory, but it is actually another way of exile.

The breaking of love and future, the ruthless choice of his father, and the successive blows were tantamount to fatal injury to modrian, followed by depression and sad death.

It's hard to imagine that this is a story happening in the aristocracy, but for the young Peris family, only the best heirs can lead the family forward, and the mediocre has no future.

Under such circumstances, Chu hanxuan replaced modrian Peris and became a family deserter, a 'glorious' pioneering knight with the strength of Knight apprentice.

"Master modrian, master Brooke asked you to gather in front of the castle as soon as possible. It's time to start." a calm voice outside the room awakened Chu hanxuan's divergent thoughts.

Dulu comick, the old housekeeper of Peris castle, has served the Peris family for nearly 30 years. He is Viscount Brooke's life and death partner in the ten-year Patriotic War of stoke kingdom.

Hearing the familiar voice, Chu hanxuan automatically came up with information about Dulu housekeeper in his mind. What he didn't expect was that Dulu's voice made him suddenly clench his fist, his carefully repaired nails pierced into his palm, and the sticky blood stained his palm red.

"OK, uncle Dulu, I'll go right away!"

Holding back the pain, Chu hanxuan said faintly, imitating modrian's tone. In Peris castle, no one can refuse the order of viscount Brooke, the strong and dignified middle-aged man.

Looking up at the blue sky outside the window, Chu hanxuan rubbed his slightly stiff melancholy face, pulled off his neat clothes and stared at the blonde youth in the bronze mirror, as if waiting to meet someone.

"Haven't you left yet? What is supporting you, hatred and reluctance?"

Chu hanxuan whispered to himself and raised his once spotless hands. The red blood was so eye-catching in the exquisite bronze mirror that he looked crazy and neurotic at this time. This was the slight influence left by his predecessor after occupying his body.

"Borrow your body and accept your cause and effect!"

"Now I can't guarantee anything for you. Only by leaving here and their vision can I have a chance to avenge you."

"Believe me, leaving is just to retain the capital of revenge. When the opportunity arises, I will firmly hold it and complete your revenge with a stronger fist."

Chu hanxuan's crazy self-talk rang out in the quiet room. The hatred and unwillingness in his emotion dissipated slowly. He suddenly realized that his body became very relaxed, and even vaguely realized that his soul was perfectly integrated into his body.

It seems that this commitment has played a role. The mark of the former master has completely dissipated from the body, and Chu hanxuan has obtained the final control of the body.

Oh, no, it should be said that there is no Chu hanxuan in the world, only modrian Peres.

Looking at the slightly stiff melancholy face in the bronze mirror, it began to soften gradually, and the fine control of the face was more handy. Modrian tried to smile and face the coming new life.

"Goodbye, see you later!"

The sunshine outside the window is warm, and the light and plain words float in the room with the breeze, taking away the wisps of sadness.