Doomsday Code

Seeing that there was no way to quickly clear these broken magic pattern corridors, Chen Cheng slowly opened his closed eyes.

What appeared in front of him was a red tent roof, and he was lying on a wooden bed made of an unknown tree. He was covered with a thin quilt, and he was sleeping in the bed very peacefully.

He was sure that this was not his tent because he clearly remembered that his tent was white and the sleeping place was not a bed but something like a sleeping bag.

He could hear the noise outside the tent, and when he was about to get up, he found that there was also a wooden bed on the next side. On the bed, a man no more than 25 years old in middle clothes was leaning against the headboard and looking at him.

Chen Cheng was almost frightened to the point of screaming when he suddenly saw a man in this quiet tent. However, the dejected and sad look on the man's handsome face made him feel that this man was not simple.

Because he was so clean, his entire body exuded a noble aura even when he was sitting or lying there.

The most important thing is that I haven't seen him in this camp yet.

When Huidun saw the little guy opposite him wake up and looked at the collar on his neck hidden under the quilt that had slipped off, he immediately understood Chen Cheng's identity.

If in the past he had seen a slave sleeping in the same tent with him, he would have definitely considered it a humiliation to him.

However, today, because of his greed, recklessness and stupidity, and the death of those knights and teachers who were loyal to him, his proud noble heart has fallen to the bottom.

"Which family are you from?"

If it were in the past, he would not even look at Chen Cheng, but today, seeing Chen Cheng being a little irritable and with a curious look in his eyes, he became a little interested and asked softly.

Chen Cheng, who had just woken up, was still a little dizzy, so he didn't hear what he said clearly. But when he saw his mouth moving, he thought he was saying hello to him.

Then Chen Cheng lifted the blanket on his body, sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at Hui Dun and said with a smile:

"Hello, my name is Brown, and I'm an auditor at Huidun College. I don't know your name yet?

I have been in this camp for the past few days, but I haven't seen you, brother."

Huidun didn't expect Chen Cheng to answer him like this, and at this time Huidun was also curious about Chen Cheng, this somewhat strange slave.

He really couldn't imagine that there would be a student with a slave status in the academy in his territory.

"You don't want to know my name."

Seeing Huidun's arrogant answer, Chen Cheng curled his lips in disdain. Then he saw a flying dragon embroidered with gold thread on Huidun's collar. He forgot his current identity and said jokingly:

“There’s a flying dragon pattern on your lapel, are you a king?

No, you are still so young, if you are not a king then you are a prince.

But what if you're a prince? There are only two of us here. You look like your father has died. Shouldn't you be happy? Is it possible that you have a brother who is above you and the position of king is not your turn?"

At this moment, Chen Cheng immediately imagined in his mind the bloody battle for the throne among the princes.

Then he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and gave Huidun a sympathetic look.

However, veins on Huidun's forehead were bulging. If he had not been exhausted and now weak, he would have cast a shot of chaos magic on the slave in front of him to let him know what to say and what not to say.

Moreover, the sympathetic expression Chen Cheng gave him at the end also brought back bad memories of the past few days.

Seeing him like this, Chen Cheng thought that this guy was recalling the anger during the fight for the throne, so he changed his tone and said:

"But you don't have to worry about that. Look at me. I used to be... the only future heir of the tribe. Now I am also a slave, and I am living well."

Chen Cheng almost let the cat out of the bag and immediately corrected himself.

"And judging from your appearance, you should have been exiled. At least you still have your status as a prince. Even if your brother succeeds to the throne, you can still develop your power in secret and then purge his court. Back then, Zhu Di could..."

Suddenly Chen Cheng felt that what he said was a bit off. Looking at Huidun's angry and curious eyes, he immediately changed the topic and coughed:

"Well, what I mean is that you should not give up. As long as you are still alive, there is hope for a comeback. I believe you can do it, really."

At this moment, Huidun really wanted to strangle Chen Cheng to death. How could his small tribe compare with his kingdom?

However, what he said later seemed to be that there was someone who was just like him, but that person eventually ascended the throne.

Huidun did not suspect that Chen Cheng was lying, because he knew that some of the wild tribes in the mountains and forests had secret histories from ancient times. Maybe what Chen Cheng was about to talk about was the deeds of an ancient king.

Seeing Huidun's eyes change from anger to calm and then to a little excitement, Chen Cheng left a few words and then lay down with his back turned.

There is no way. I just had a dream about going back to my previous life, and when I woke up I forgot my identity. If the guy opposite me is really an exiled prince, and he really rebels after hearing what I said, then will Finier and I be able to survive?

Throughout the 5,000-year history of China, the only one who truly came to power by clearing out the corrupt officials was Zhu Di, and the guy opposite does not seem to be Zhu Di.

He was skinny and didn't look like a king at all, although he didn't know what Zhu Di looked like.

And it was even more impossible that this slave of his was Yao Guangxiao, who had advised Zhu Di to rebel and given him advice.

At this time, Huidun was looking at Chen Cheng's back, which was covered with a green blanket, and his thoughts drifted to what Chen Cheng had just said.

He really wanted to know what Chen Cheng meant by clearing the court of corrupt officials, and who this Zhu Di was.

Because what he is doing now is so similar to what Chen Cheng said.

The only powerful and loyal person around him was Torre, and he himself was a product of adultery, and had been a royal scandal since birth.

Fortunately, the current king took into consideration the father-son relationship and did not kill him when he was born, and his mother was in charge of the country's finances and was able to protect him.

But when the king really dies, his royal scandal will be the first problem that the new king needs to solve when he ascends the throne.

And he had been recruiting knights, establishing academies and recruiting noble disciples in the territory for so many years in order to accumulate strength to compete for the throne.

Because he knew that his only way to survive was the thorny road to the throne, but now all the people he recruited to cut through the thorns for him had died, and the thorny road to the throne was getting farther and farther away from him.

But what he heard today from this little slave rekindled his fighting spirit.

A slave has the confidence to say that he can succeed, so why is he sighing here?

Recalling the earnest teachings of his teacher before his death, Huidun's already dead heart became bright again.

But when I think about the difficult situation I’m in, how will I have the time to develop myself once the new king ascends the throne?

After sighing and shaking his head, Huidun also lay down.

When Chen Cheng heard the somewhat dejected sigh, he also mourned in his heart for this prince whose name he didn't even know.

He sincerely hoped that the prince could live well, because he suddenly realized that if he was not mistaken, this guy's identity and situation were actually very different from his current one.

At the same time, he was also glad that he did not bring up his crappy identity as an emperor, otherwise he would be the one sitting there sighing, surrounded by soldiers from all over the world.

Thinking of this, Chen Cheng couldn't help but think of Samlet again. He sincerely wished Samlet to find the career he wanted to pursue in his life.

Soon the tent was opened, and the armless Torre came to Huidun's bed and said:

"The Knights of Light sent by the Earl and Bishop are already outside. We should leave."

When Chen Cheng, who was standing by, heard the title of Earl, he felt relieved about Huidun. He could be given a title after failing in the fight for the throne. As long as the young man lived a peaceful life, there would not be any major disasters in his life.

But then I thought whether my previous sadness towards him was a bit unnecessary. With my background and identity, I am just like a rat crossing the street. What earl status? I am not even as good as a dog. After all, even if he loses, he still has a title of earl where he can just eat and wait for death.

Then several soldiers came in to help Huidun put on armor.

Although almost all the knights around Huidun were killed this time, he still had to show the power required as the leader of a territory.

When he was leaving the camp, he stopped for a moment, then lifted the curtain and walked out.

Hearing the footsteps fade away, Chen Cheng turned around and looked at the bed and curtain beside him, then he smiled bitterly and said:

"Are you a lowly person? No matter what, he still has a title of earl, and you, a little slave, are still sentimental about an earl. You are so damn lowly."

As he said this, Chen Cheng slapped himself in the face to remind himself of the era he was living in and his identity.