The Dragon Princess Who Traveled Through Another World

  Chapter 1 Traveling

  Jiang Mianmian bought a black jade finger wrench from the auction. It is not known if the item is unknown, but she had a car accident on the day she bought it.

  When I opened my eyes again, I had already arrived at a different continent.

  …

  Jiang Mianmian, who is now the new Earl Charlie Violet who is now disguised as a man, tightened the corseted clothes little by little in front of the mercury mirror.

   It is rumored that the skin of the giant in the sea was sought after by noble girls and used to stretch out the waist, but poor Charlie used it to corset his chest since he was 14 years old.

   While possessing the right to inherit the title of earl, she also lost her beautiful life as a girl.

   But for now, none of that matters.

   If she doesn't find enough means to save her life before the end of today, then when she hits the road tomorrow, it will be the countdown to her death.

  Jiang Mianmian didn't dare to bet on whether he would be lucky enough to 'wear' it again.

  Suppressing the panic spreading from the bottom of her heart, she put on the complicated and gorgeous aristocratic costume, and finally put on a sea blue long coat that was as long as her knees, similar to the tuxedo of her previous life.

   Dressing like this in midsummer is considered decent for a nobleman, but for Jiang Mianmian, he has no other ideas except to roll his eyes when he is so hot.

  Finally, I looked at the antique clock in the bedroom again, and saw that it was almost the time we agreed to meet.

  She walked out of the room in a panic.

  Even though he has the memory of his original body, Jiang Mianmian still feels an unreal sense of illusion about the gorgeous manor he lives in.

…

  She would rather be an ordinary commoner than such a new nobleman with a complicated background.

  The huge windows on the sunny side of the corridor cast strong and scorching light at noon in midsummer.

  Even in such weather, aristocratic men have to wear a three-piece suit when they go out, and for Charlie, he also needs to add a stuffy corset, which is nothing less than torture.

  After lunch, both the master and the servants are used to taking a nap. There are only a few servants on duty in the manor who dare not stand slack in their posts.

  When Charlie passed by these servants, they would all salute 'him' respectfully, and greet him respectfully, "My lord, good afternoon."

   Despite these words, Charlie himself can't feel much awe...

  She walked softly and quickly to the end of the corridor full of exhibits, and when she was about to go down the stairs with the handrail, she was stopped by a cold and distant female voice behind her.

"where are you going."

  The female voice was cold and indifferent, with a hint of impatience and boredom.

   It sounded like the head of the prison. If Jiang Mianmian hadn't repeatedly confirmed the memory of the original owner Charlie, she would not believe that the woman who made the voice was the original owner's biological mother.

  She turned around slowly, and sure enough, she saw a very plump and beautiful young lady who was over 30 years old, walking towards her with the support of the chief first-class personal maid.

   "I'm asking you, where are you going?"

   The widow of the beautiful old earl asked with a slight frown.

  This tone is really like a third-class maid who taught a wrong thing.

  The mother of the original body probably didn't realize it at all, did she?

  Her 'son', who was raised as the sole heir of the earl, has now become the new earl after the death of the old earl.

   That is, the legal owner of this manor mansion.

  Did not contradict the arrogant and rude 'birth mother', Jiang Mianmian took a deep breath to suppress the resentment and grievance of the original owner of the body.

  Because she didn't want to arouse unnecessary vigilance from the other party at this critical moment, which would bring a lot of trouble to her future plans.

   "It's nothing, I'm just going to the fiefdom, so I'll get together with my friends for the last time."

   "Friend?" The old earl's widow frowned slightly, obviously searching for who this so-called friend was in her memory.

  In the original body, Charlie hardly socialized because of the secrets hidden in his body. He was a gloomy and non-existent young aristocrat in the impression of others.

   "Where did you get your friends from?"

  Hehe, what a real mother.

  In order not to be seen as flawed, this lady really spared no effort to smear the original owner in social situations, making those high-class ladies restrain their children and isolate the original owner.

   This will keep that amazing secret.

  Charlie didn't want to entangle, "I have to leave beforehand."

  Probably because the hot weather in midsummer makes people feel a little angry for no reason. She didn't wait for the countess to reply, she turned around and ran downstairs quickly.

  I just heard a woman's dissatisfaction and complaints from behind, "It's getting worse and worse! Is it like this after becoming an earl?! An ungrateful white-eyed wolf!"

   It’s no wonder that the servants in this family lack awe of the original owner, the new earl. With such a ‘mother’ around, it’s really hard for them not to show contempt in front of me.

  Jiang Mianmian thought a little depressed.

  She ran all the way out of the suburban manor of the Earl's mansion, but she sweated a lot during the five-minute journey.

   Walk all the way south along the tree-lined avenue outside the manor, without turning, you can see another luxurious manor about ten minutes away.

   That is the manor of the Marquis family.

  The mansions and mansions in this area are all owned by prominent families with aristocratic status in the empire.

   And right here, Jiang Mianmian found a big and sturdy tree.

  She went around to the side of the big tree facing away from the boulevard, and leaned against the thick trunk.

  The thick trunk covered her figure, and the shade also blocked the hot sun.

  While she took out her pocket watch from the inner pocket of her coat to watch the slow movement of the minute hand, she poked her head out from time to time to look at the pedestrians on the boulevard from behind the tree.

   When the appointed time came, a tall eighteen-year-old young nobleman ran out from the luxurious manor of the Marquis's family.

  The young nobleman jogged along the boulevard, looking around from time to time, as if he was also looking for someone.

  His blond hair is slightly curly, and a silk headband inlaid with gemstones is tied behind his head. The whole person looks sunny and luxurious.

  Charlie and Charlie, who covers his beautiful eyes with strands of hair and looks a bit feminine, are two extremes.

  A little prince who looks like a shiny and eye-catching little prince, and an ugly duckling who looks like he can't turn into a swan.

   I don't know why these two people became friends.

  Charlie leaned out and waved to 'his' only friend, Frye.

   "Here, Fry."

   Frye strode toward Charlie.

  Frye is tall and tall, only eighteen years old, perhaps because he has already entered the court on the road of knights, so his figure is extraordinarily burly and tall.

  The original body, as a girl, is already tall, but if you look at the average height of men in the empire, which is 1.81 meters, she is really 9 centimeters shorter than the average height.

  In memory, the original owner seemed to be often bullied because of his height and gloomy temperament, which were shorter than men of the same age.

  Frye, who ran up to Charlie's 'hiding' tree, stretched out half of his body, his tall figure blocking the dappled sunlight cast by the branches and leaves of the tree crown.

   "Why are you hiding here? Let me take you to my family's stable. Father bought a new dragon horse, the kind that is rumored to have dragon blood! I'll take you to see it!"

   After saying that, Frye took his friend Charlie's white and slender wrist, pulled it out from behind the big tree, and dragged it to his manor.

  Charlie wasn't in the mood to look at any horses, he ran out to find Fry J. Dow Jones for real!

   "Fry, I ask you to..."

  Fry lowered his voice, "Let's talk at the stables."

   After finishing speaking, he dragged the 'newly-canonized young earl' with his head down and flushed cheeks all the way to his stable.

  Frye sent away the servants of the Marquis Mansion in the stable, and took Charlie to the stable of the dragon stallion.

  This dragon horse is black in body, more than twice as tall as ordinary horses, and there is no trace of horse hair except for the mane, because his body is covered with black scales.

   And the fangs sticking out of the horse's mouth also shows its extraordinary.

  Seeing the magical creations of this world with his own eyes for the first time, Charlie's emerald green eyes covered under the hair were all rounded.

   Frye carefully took out a piece of **** raw meat from one side, and threw it into the stable.

   And while the dragon stallion was lowering its head and biting the raw meat with its fangs, he quickly got into the stable, rummaged through the pile of straw, and took out a small cloth bag.

  He ran out quickly and spread the little cloth bag in front of his friend Charlie.

   "These are the best things you can get for the money you gave me."

   As he spoke, he showed the items in the bag one by one.

   "This is a poison dagger. I suggest you not store it next to your body, otherwise you will be in big trouble if you cut yourself."

   As he spoke, Fry handed Charlie a silver dagger with a dark green glow.

   "This is a bottle of hypnotic powder prepared by a potion master. According to the master himself, even a giant dragon can't last three breaths after eating it. You can mix it with wine or blow it on your palm."

   As he spoke, Frye made a motion of blowing into the palm of his hand.

   "I haven't tried the dosage. You can ask someone to try it. The master said that such a bottle of medicine is enough to turn an army of ten thousand people, but I doubt it."

   "Also, the last one..."

  He carefully took out a sealed magic bottle.

  Magicians use such magic bottles to seal magic, and people of other professions can buy such sealed magic bottles, throw them and smash them when fighting, which is equivalent to releasing a magic on the spot by the magician.

  Fry took out the magic bottle more and more carefully than before, as if he was holding a nuclear warhead that would explode at any time.

   "This... must, must be used with care."

  Charlie put away the first two things, and because of his friend's attitude, he also became cautious about this magic bottle, "What is this?"

   "Fairy Magic."

  Charlie was stunned for a moment, and then began to search for the broken memory of the original owner.

   Fairies, one of the many magical races in this fantasy world.

   According to the rumors, the villain is no more than the size of a finger, with wings of light, the darling of nature, a natural caster, full of incomparable enthusiasm for the study of strange magic.

  They often invent weird and weird magic, and then seal it and sell it.

  These magic bottles are like 'Scare Boxes', and God knows what magic will come out when opened.

   Someone opened it on the battlefield. As a result, the two armies at war watched a grand fireworks together, with 0 kills.

   There is also a case where a magic bottle produced by a goblin was opened at a celebration, and a 'mushroom cloud' exploded...

  In short, the goblin's magic bottle is a 'little bottle' that makes the intelligent race change its face.

   "Unless it is absolutely necessary...don't use it." In this regard, Frye once again solemnly warned.

   After putting away these few items, Charlie nodded solemnly, words cannot express her gratitude at this time.

  There is no lack of icing on the cake in the world, but there is little help in the snow. She looked at her friend in front of her and said seriously, "I will remember today's kindness, and I will repay it in the future!"

  Frye didn't care about it.

  He is already a novice knight who has entered the family. An 18-year-old novice knight is also rare among nobles. His future is bright.

  At this moment, he didn't believe that his good friend had the ability to repay him.

  At present, his good friend can be said to be unable to protect himself, so how can he repay him?

  Frye waved his hand. He was lazily leaning against the stable with his arms folded around his chest. The sunlight from outside the stable fell on his shoulders, making him look like a bright paladin in an oil painting.

   "When will you set off for the fiefdom?"

   "Tomorrow." Charlie put away the three life-saving precious items, and finally felt a certain sense of security in his heart.

   "Is there really no way? Your mother, that lady is really too much, it is unbelievable that there is such a mother!"

  Frye has been quite critical of this, and at the same time he is a little annoyed at his friend's cowardice.

  Obviously the head of the family, but still being controlled by his mother like a marionette!

  It was too late to say anything, Jiang Mianmian lamented inwardly.

  However, there are also advantages to going to the desolate fief in the extreme north.

  There she can gain more freedom, and in her own fief, she can use her fists more.

  Looking at the time, he felt that it was almost time. After that, Charlie still had a lot of things to prepare, so he said goodbye.

  Frye sent Charlie to the boulevard where they met, and it was inevitable that there would be another exhortation on the way.

   "Be careful. Also, I will help you find a reliable mercenary team to **** you. If this matter is left to your mother, heh... I am really afraid that you will not be able to survive the northern territory."

  Charlie can only express his heartfelt gratitude in words again.

  …

   Finally, the next day.

  Charlie, who was neatly dressed, put away the three life-saving items he brought yesterday, and went downstairs with a "relieved" step.

  The mercenaries arrived early.

  The butler whispered to Charlie who came downstairs: "I have already done the camp test, and I am a legal supporter of the order-neutral camp, Earl."

  Charlie nodded.

  The widow of the old earl, the mother of the body did not come out to see her off, no one was surprised by this.

  Even Charlie doesn't care anymore.

   During this trip, she will take away a first-class male servant and a first-class maid, and bring them to the fief castle to take care of her daily life.

  She doesn't dislike her poor servants. The 'slaves' who came from this mansion are all devoted to the old earl's widow.

  If possible, she would rather not bring any servants like this.

  Who would be willing to keep two pairs of eyes around him to monitor his every move?

   Charlie doesn't think much of it, though.

  She is no longer the original owner, and she is no longer the gloomy and introverted Charlie who can be squeezed and rounded by others.

   When she arrived in the fief, she had plenty of time to take care of the two servants.

  The steward ordered the groom to come and mount a horse. A pure white horse was also an 18th birthday gift from the old earl to his 'son'.

  The poor Charlie in the original body fell off his horse and died when he was upset and riding a horse after he was appointed.

   This gave Jiang Mianmian a chance for a new life.

  Jiang Mianmian looked at the handsome mount whose horse head was taller than his own, and was silent for five seconds, then turned his head to look at the housekeeper and asked, "Can you bring a stool?"

   I have been silently observing the mercenaries here: "..."

  Old butler: "..."

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