I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 1 Magical Castle Model

The streets are brightly lit, snowflakes are rustling, and there are huge crowds of people.

Xia Qingdai held up a transparent umbrella, got off the bus, pulled up her white scarf, covering the lower half of her face, held the umbrella in one hand, put the other in her pocket, and walked gracefully into the snow, like a rich and light ink painting. .

Today is the first snow day in this city and it is also her birthday.

This kind of heavy snow is rare in this city, and this year is an exception.

I heard that the snow in the north is thick enough to build a snowman, but in the south of the Yangtze River, the snow will melt before it accumulates on the ground.

Walking through the noisy streets, through the tree-lined small parks, through the dim alleys, we came to an old building with a mottled exterior wall.

Xia Qingdai took out the key and opened the door to the corridor. The sensor light was probably broken again and did not light up.

Her family lives on the fifth floor in a small house of only 42 square meters, which is where she and her brother live in this city.

Opening the door and entering the house, there was only a faint light reflected from the window.

Although she expected it, Xia Qingdai was still disappointed.

Turning on the light with a snap, Xia Qingdai's attention was instantly caught by the two boxes placed on the coffee table in the living room, one of which was obviously a cake box.

"Brother has come back." The corners of Xia Qingdai's mouth suddenly raised.

Her brother Xia Shanglu had to work overtime because of his work, and he lived in the dormitory of his work unit most of the time.

There is no other way. One is a senior high school student and the other is a grassroots policeman. They are both the busiest people in this society.

Xia Qingdai closed the door, walked to the study room converted from the balcony, put down her schoolbag, closed the curtains, returned to the living room, and picked up the card on the cake box.

Above is a message from my brother: Sister, I am eighteen years old, happy birthday!

Xia Qingdai smiled knowingly, carefully put the card into the desk drawer, and then opened the two boxes on the coffee table.

The cake box contained a white fondant bow cake, about four inches in size, mini and exquisite.

In another box, there is a model of an ancient castle surrounded by glass, about half a meter high. Near it, there are several low-rise small houses, like a small village where people live together.

The entire set of models, plus the glass frame, takes up almost the entire coffee table.

This castle seems to have been lifted out of a fairy tale. It is built among the mountains with extremely exquisite details, including windows, doors, and subtle interior decorations.

What's even more fitting is that the season in the castle is also winter, and the yard and roof are covered with a thick layer of snow, just like the sky outside the window at this moment.

The small house next to the castle is much shabbier, but the details are also very detailed, and the gap between the rich and the poor is obvious.

"Brother would actually buy me a gift like this. It takes up space, but it's also very interesting."

Xia Qingdai is a day student. She studies by herself until 9:30 every night, and then takes the five-stop bus home, arriving home at almost 9:50.

In the past, the first thing I did when I got home was to take the time to clean up and wash up. I would also study some more before going to bed.

But today is her eighteenth birthday! And tomorrow is another rare Saturday when we don’t have to make up classes!

She didn't want to do anything but sit down, light a candle, make a wish, and eat a piece of cake!
  Before lighting the candle, Xia Qingdai took out her mobile phone from the desk drawer and took a photo. This mobile phone is an old mobile phone that Xia Shanglu has eliminated. It has a very slow response speed and is only used for taking photos. It is now used by Xia Qingdai - because the school does not allow mobile phones to be brought and her daily study life is too busy. She actually doesn't use it that much either.

After taking the photo, I searched for a happy birthday song to play on my phone.

Then she lit the candles with the matches given in the cake accessories. Xia Qingdai closed her eyes and made a wish: "First, I hope my family will be healthy, second, I hope my family will be rich, and third, I hope I will be in high school! I hope the wind will go well, and I will win 100 million in the lottery!"

After making a wish, blowing out the candles and cutting the cake, Xia Qingdai looked carefully at the castle model while eating.

As he watched, a small puppet riding a horse suddenly emerged from behind the green pines covered with thick white snow outside the castle.

Xia Qingdai was startled by the appearance of this man and horse. The model sent by her brother was so advanced, and it also had an automatic villain? !

Moreover, this villain appeared suddenly, and Xia Qingdai didn't even notice where he had placed it before!

It’s really not that realistic!
  The size of the villain is probably about the size of Xia Qingdai's thumb at most, and the horse is not too big either, so it is very suitable for the villain to ride.

They were just like the castle model, as if they had been scaled down.

Such a model would cost a lot of money. What happened to Xia Shanglu that he was willing to spend so much money to buy himself a gift?

Xia Qingdai moved closer to take a closer look at the little doll, and found that he was a young man, about the same age as herself, with almost white blond hair, a skin color that was most respected by European aristocrats, and a very delicate facial features. , the skin is very delicate.

Walking to the closed door of the castle, the blond boy dismounted, held the horse's reins with one hand, and knocked on the door with his fingers curled up.

"Hello, is there anyone there?" This little blond man could actually speak, and he still spoke in English.

Xia Qingdai's English listening skills are not very good, but this sentence is so simple, of course she can understand it.

Not long after, the gate of the castle opened with a creak from the inside.

You can see that the person who opened the door is also a little thumb-sized person. He is wearing a very obvious maid uniform. His face is not as white as the blond boy. He looks a little sallow. His hair is also very dull. He looks like he is in his thirties. It's malnutrition.

"Dear gentleman, who are you looking for?" the maid will also speak.

Xia Qingdai was really shocked. How much did Xia Shanglu spend on such a realistic model of Lilliput!

Did he make great achievements and get a big prize? He doesn't have any money to get a wife?
  At this time, the blond man spoke.

"Hello, is this Fukuoka Villa? My name is Isaac Owen." He said, taking out a piece of paper from his pocket and giving it a look to the maid.

"Oh! Oh! God! You are Mr. Owen!" the maid screamed loudly, the expression on her face so vivid that she didn't look like a dummy at all.

"Please come in! Please come in quickly! It's too cold outside! This damn weather is freezing people to death every day!"

The maid opened the door completely, then stretched her head and shouted loudly: "Paul! Paul! Where are you hiding and lazing around again! The new owner of Fortress, Mr. Owen, is here! Get the owner's horse to the stable quickly." Get in!"

Then Xia Qingdai heard a sound of running. After a while, a young man with freckles on his face ran out in messy clothes. He bowed to the blond boy with some restraint, greeted him with messy grammar, and held his hand. The horses were gone.

The blond boy followed the maid into the castle. He could only see the scene inside through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the castle, but he could not hear the sounds clearly.

(End of this chapter)