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The young master was naturally a likable child, but Count Rezhe never listened to others’ explanations. If it weren’t so, Count Rezhe wouldn’t have parted ways with the Lord years ago.

If the Lord couldn’t return, staying in the Royal Capital would not only prevent Kael from inheriting the Baron’s title but also endanger Kael’s safety. Even sending professionals in secret to kill the young master was something Old White could never accept.

In contrast, returning to the Lancaster Territory, far from the storm’s center, provided more opportunities to maneuver.

But young master Kael’s health... alas, this matter was still full of trouble!

...

Kael had no idea what Old White was thinking.

Now, dragging his sick body, he felt like he had rested for a long time during the journey, yet still couldn’t regain his energy.

In comparison, the threat from the Charles family had to be put on the backburner.

After all, he considered himself knowledgeable. The planners of "Gate to the Underworld" always liked to let loose, and the chaotic era after the players descended presented dangers even greater than this.

Left and right, it was just a fight.

The Fourth Calamity had always been like this. Whenever they couldn’t figure out the plot and skipped it in one click, the tone rapidly escalated to a very intense level.

"I don’t know who I am, I don’t know where this is, I just know I want a killing spree. jpg"

Thinking about the freewheeling player lifestyle, his sense of crisis was slightly suppressed. He extended a hand to lift the carriage curtain, seeing fields of wheat, farms, and babbling brooks.

As the carriage advanced, more populated areas and short buildings gradually appeared.

Kael knew that his father’s fief, the Lancaster Territory, was near.

...

Outside the carriage, after a neigh from the horse, the previously swaying carriage gradually slowed down,

"Young master, we’ve arrived. After such a long journey, you should rest early today." Old White knelt on one knee on the cushion, extending a hand to support the weak Kael.

Perhaps due to the integration of Kael’s memories, his state was now an intertwining blend of both identities.

He wasn’t uncomfortable with Old White’s actions, allowing him to assist in getting off the carriage.

The carriage stopped in front of an elegant manor. Beyond the tulip garden in the courtyard, a long-unpruned stretch of lush greenery could be seen.

The surroundings were decent. Once the servants tidied up the room, the extremely fatigued Kael, after having a simple meal, hurriedly went to the room to rest.

He needed a sufficiently private space to sort through the information.

From the original body’s memories, he knew it was currently the year 778 of the Shenhua Calendar. If the players were to descend as per his memory, then in about a year, he would encounter the Fourth Calamity.

Speaking of which, having crossed into the game now, would the players truly descend?

Ning Ruyu shook his head, not delving further into this question.

Regardless of whether they descended or not, it was wise to prepare.

He meticulously searched his memory and locked onto key event timelines in the game’s early stages.

Currently, the Human Kingdom--Yibel Federation stood at the cusp of the Age of Exploration, with the New World having just been discovered not long ago.

The Federation Naval Expeditionary Fleet had just set sail from the largest port in the Duchy of Inglis, with members sailing westward into the mysterious sea.

The Holy Maria, the Mayflower, and the Victory Goddess, claimed to be the largest sailing ships in human history, were among them.

Freighters plied the seven seas, and the slave trade thrived.

The Seven Kingdoms Navy had not yet evolved into legitimate plundering ships as it would in later generations.

On the once-dominant Western Sea Fleet, the sound of ironclad steamships reverberated through the deep water port.

This era was a blend of ignorance and civilization. If the players were to arrive as history had set, then the spark of change would be thoroughly ignited by these reckless Fourth Calamity players.

He let out a soft sigh.

"Another national war campaign. It’s no big deal, just lose yourself."

Having reincarnated into the game and becoming a mixed blood Incubus wasn’t too bad. At the very least, he could take advantage of the informational edge before the players descended.

When the players did descend, he would emulate the tactics of "Scavenge Master" Old Han, striving to be an era protagonist, rather than being punched to death by the Fourth Calamity.

If things could go that way...

As everyone knows, "if" means there’s no if.

Standing by the window, he subconsciously flicked his third "hand"--a slender, flesh-colored tail emerged from his back, with the heart-shaped membrane at the end slightly twitching.

Turning in front of the mirror, the twitching little tail made a soft flapping sound.

It was pretty cute, made him want to...

Grab it!

A subtle electrical sensation spread from the tip of the tail, climbing up his spine to his brain.

He let out a muffled groan.

Not good, the sound was a bit seductive!

But was it truly reincarnation?

"Gate to the Underworld" had arrived at the perfect time. The Human Federation allowed players over 16 to adjust the green blood to real red, but one thing was off limits.

That was legitimate eroticism!

If one attempted it, the game screen would automatically turn into a mosaic and holy light, completely nullifying the tactile sensations felt during combat.

If you played too wildly, you might even be kicked offline directly.

The subtle stimulation after caressing an Incubus tail... he could faintly hum through his nose.