When David Clark woke up in the morning, he truly felt that fresh scent of the forest, and before his eyes was an endless grassland. In the early sunlight, the dewdrops sparkled with the luster of pearls... This, this is nature, the free nature!

The soldiers, upon seeing David Clark, all nodded in greeting, showing their respect for him. You know, in this world, the most respected people are definitely those with ability—either extraordinary strength or exceptional intelligence.

After a night of planning, David Clark had already decided on his next goal: to go to the Pacific East District Laboratory. No matter what, he wasn’t a person of this world; he belonged to the technological era eight hundred years ago—that was his real home.

Although that era had passed, he absolutely had to figure out why it had completely disappeared. As for the secrets of magic, well, of course he wanted to learn them—who would pass up the chance to become a superhuman?

So, now he was going to go with William Scott to their small city—Gukou City—to first trick them into revealing the secret of magic!

“Sorry, David Clark, your drool is coming out!” Princess Rose Harris, standing beside him, probably couldn’t stand his expression of having gotten away with something good.

David Clark snapped back to reality and gave Rose Harris an embarrassed smile. He didn’t know why, but it seemed the princess no longer held any hostility toward him and even took the initiative to talk to him. Could it be...?

Rose Harris saw him fall into his own thoughts again, and that strange look appeared on his face once more. I’m going to faint.

At this moment, William Scott turned his horse’s head and came over, saying, “Brother Yunyang, in about four more quarters (here, two quarters equal one hour), we’ll reach Gukou City. I’d like you to come with me to meet the Second Prince. His Highness will surely reward you handsomely.”

Money in this world? Of course I want it. Otherwise, do you think I’m an immortal who doesn’t need to eat? “Sure, but, Brother Scott, there’s something I need to make clear. My parents told me long ago that I must never become an official, and I also want to travel the world. Can you let me not become an official?”

William Scott hesitated. Yes! If I didn’t have these responsibilities, I’d want to travel around too, but now...

Seeing William Scott’s expression, David Clark blurted out, “When you’re in the martial world, you can’t act on your own will.”

Rose Harris and William Scott both looked at him in surprise, thinking of their own helpless situations.

“Little brother, you’re right, but once you’re in the martial world... ha ha...” A desolate laugh.

But David Clark was thinking about something else. Ah, seeing their surprised expressions, could it be they’ve never heard these words before? It’s possible, especially after the Great Catastrophe and the break in civilization. So maybe I’m the only one who knows so many sayings and all the poems—hahaha, then I can claim them as my own and get famous.

This time it was William Scott who couldn’t stand his expression and interrupted his imagination, saying, “Little brother, I’ll do my best to help you, and as for understanding magic, I’ll keep my promise.”

Alright, then let’s go to Gukou City.

Around noon, the group arrived at Gukou City. It was a very small castle, surprisingly in the style of medieval Europe. There was only one city gate, and outside the city was a moat. It seemed to be a military fortress.

But why was it in the European style? And another thing—he only just noticed that from the very beginning, everyone had been speaking Chinese, yet among the soldiers, quite a few were white or mixed-race.

Why was that? Maybe it was related to the catastrophe of the Eden Project. Let’s suppose that after the catastrophe, many people died, and much of the land sank. People living by the sea and nearby areas, to escape disaster, all migrated toward the center of the continent. The last time I saw the world map, I was in the central-eastern part of the continent, which used to be Outer Mongolia.

When the yellow-skinned people of East and South Asia met the white-skinned people of Eastern and Western Europe, because of food and territory, war broke out. This was probably about two hundred years ago. Afterward, the Chinese population was the largest, and those who survived the catastrophe were probably mostly Chinese as well. So, whether it was the country or the language, they likely adopted Chinese customs, while also blending in European styles.

As for the people of this era and their understanding of magic, I think it’s a consequence of the Eden Project, and also something forged in the harsh environment after the catastrophe.

So, under the super-brain reasoning of David Clark, which even he himself wasn’t aware of, the general outline of the whole event had basically emerged—and in fact, it was pretty close to the truth.

While he was thinking, the group had already entered the city, and inside the castle gate, a group of people was already lined up.

At the head was a man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, sitting on horseback. He had a square face and big ears, exuding a natural air of authority—he was probably the Second Prince.