Extreme Knight Novel Chapter 1: through

Late at night, on the busiest transportation hub in Sweden, vehicles flowed continuously, like a long winding dragon.

A white Volvo S80 drives low-key, not very conspicuous, but the unique three-digit license plate shows the extraordinary origin of this car.

Volvo, a luxury car brand that has an indissoluble bond with the Swedish royal family, often appears on important occasions such as Swedish royal weddings and welcoming guests. It can be said that it is the designated car of the Swedish royal family.

The car in front of

is a genuine welco car for the Swedish royal family.

At this ti, in the back row of this car, a black-haired young man in his twenties was half-drunk and half-awake, his vision was blurry, but from his slightly raised lips, it could be seen that he was in a state of depression at this ti. very nice.

A few hours ago, he stood at the holy place in the hearts of all scholars - the Stockholm Concert Hall, and received the world's most valuable dals and certificates from the King of Sweden. He beca the first person in history to win the Nobel Prize at the age of 23. Bell Prize Scholar in Chemistry.

And now, he just left the scene of the Nobel dinner known as "the most crowded dinner in the world".

At the age of 23, he won the world's highest award. Using the word "winner in life" to describe him could not be more correct. He can already imagine the "luxury" life in the future.

While he was daydreaming, the special driver of the Swedish royal family in the front seat, a Swedish man who was dressed in a decent suit and drove the car smoothly. He could tell from a glance that he had rich driving experience. Suddenly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He cried out in panic.

"Sir, the brakes are out of order!!"

"what...?"

Hearing this English language, the young man's spirits trembled, most of the alcohol dissipated from his body, and he yelled in disbelief.

But this beca his last voice in this world. Afterwards, he saw the car he was riding rushing out of the intersection like an arrow leaving the string, and a large oncoming truck, like a cot hitting the moon, collided violently.

…

"ah!"

A teenager with a **** gauze wrapped around his head scread and opened his eyes, his eyes were full of panic, and then rolled over and jumped to the side without hesitation.

Boom!

The boy fell heavily on the wooden floor, making a loud noise, and it was like landing head first.

"ah-"

The boy scread, but this ti it was not panic, but a pained grunt like a pig being killed.

Originally, his head was wounded, but at this mont, his head hit the ground again, which made the injury worse. Imdiately, waves of pain like needle **** ca, making him so painful that tears and snot were about to flow out.

"Damn it, **** it, what the **** is going on?"

Holding his head with both hands, the pain in his head subsided after a long ti, and the boy looked around suspiciously.

Old wooden floors.

A bed covered with rough-made blankets.

Masonry walls.

All wood windows.

The faded desk.

Several sheepskin books.

and an antique oil lamp.

"Where is this, here...?"

The hospital is definitely not possible, there is no basic dical equipnt, obviously this cannot be a hospital ward.

So, where is this place?

Didn’t you have a car accident before? How did you co to this place all of a sudden?

When he was thinking this way, he imdiately found that there were many strange mories in his mind. No, it should not be said to be strange mories, but rather mories that should not have been his.

"The na is Sean Campbell, fifteen years old, a student of Neo Knight Academy, injured in a duel..."

"Uh, I will be forced to drop out of school in half a month, no wonder I was provoked by others to take up the challenge..."

A stream of mories suddenly erged like a tide.

The mory contains the growth experience of a young man nad Sean Campbell, but the closer the ti is, the clearer it becos, and the farther it becos, the more blurred it is. It is extrely real, as if he had experienced it himself.

A bad premonition rose in his heart, he quickly looked at himself now, and was stunned.

"This... this is not my hand!"

A pair of slightly old linen underwear, with an open front on the chest, and a pair of short socks on the feet.

And those hands are slightly smaller than adults, and are full of thick calluses. Most importantly, these hands are fair skin, not yellow skin at all, obviously these hands are not his.

"Crossover...?"

A word popped out of his head.

As a person who lives in the era of information explosion, he naturally knows what ti travel is, but what he can't figure out is, aren't those people who travel through the world unsatisfactory in this world?

I, a Nobel laureate who is about to live a "luxury" life, no matter how I look at it, it doesn't look like I've had a bad ti in this world. How did I catch up with the wave of ti travel?

I haven't had ti to enjoy a good life yet!

"The buildings here seem to have a European dieval style. Is this the European Middle Ages?"

As a scholar, at this ti, he is calr than ordinary people. After knowing that ti travel has beco a reality, he began to try to conduct a preliminary exploration of the world through the mory in his brain, hoping to find as useful information as possible for him.

Suddenly, his face turned pale for a while, because he learned from the mory in his brain that a hundred years ago, this world suffered an unprecedented plague, and more than two-thirds of the world's people died in that plague.

"This, what's going on here, could it be... the Black Death? The luck can't be that bad, it just happened to travel to the period when the Black Death was raging?"

The Black Death, a terrifying plague that once ravaged the land of Europe, is also known as the Great Extinction and the Great Plague. The cities and towns once reduced the average age of Europeans from forty to twenty, which shows the horror of this plague.

The most troubleso thing was the dical conditions at that ti. As long as you were infected with this plague, there was almost no cure. It was no different from the current AIDS, but the destructiveness was much stronger than AIDS.

If you get AIDS, you can still live for a few years, but if you get the "Black Death