I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

"godfather."

While Hart took Frena and Gray to chat with the others.

A mafioso wearing a black suit walked over, holding a gift box that was seventy to eighty centimeters long and more than twenty centimeters wide. The outside of the box was also wrapped in gift paper.

He came to Hart's side and said to him.

"Mr. Xia just now asked me to give this to you, saying it is a wedding gift for the two newlyweds."

Hart came back to his senses and looked at where Char had just been, but he was no longer there, leaving only Arthur standing there.

He frowned, "Where are the people?"

"I'm sorry, Godfather." The man lowered his head and said, "We have been watching him, but he disappeared almost in the blink of an eye, as if he moved instantly."

Hart was silent and speechless. In fact, he should have followed Chara just now. As the host, he naturally had to be more enthusiastic to receive the distinguished guests.

But he had to explain something to the child, so he didn't bother him too much.

Originally, he planned to entertain them again, but they were obviously not used to this kind of occasion, so he left early.

His brows relaxed slightly, this was the character of that being, and this was to be expected.

He shifted his attention to the gift box again, "What is this?"

"I don't know, that gentleman didn't say anything," he said.

Frena on one side also looked at the gift box curiously, "Open it and take a look."

Hart also nodded.

He looked at the man in black and said, "Open it carefully so as not to damage the contents inside."

"Yes."

The man in black carefully placed the gift on the ground.

Then, he took out a small knife from his body and very carefully cut along the lines. Soon, he removed the outer wrapping paper and finally cut open the box.

When the box was opened, the contents inside made Frena and Gray frown slightly.

What is in the box is a hand, or rather, a right hand made of metal. The workmanship is very exquisite. It cannot be made by the industrial methods of this era. The muscle lines are very smooth. If it is sprayed with some flesh-colored simulated paint, it will not be able to be made at all. No one will notice that this is a fake hand.

For the industrial technology of this era, this is definitely a work of art.

However, in Frena's view, this obviously meant something else. The corners of her mouth turned down, showing a slight displeasure.

"Uncle, what does this mean?"

Giving a metal arm-shaped handicraft to a person with a broken arm is like giving a pair of running shoes to a paralyzed person, with a sense of irony.

"Don't think about it." Hart said calmly, "You don't know who the person who gave this thing is. He wouldn't do such a boring thing."

Hart frowned and thought, but then, he seemed to have thought of something and looked at Arthur, who was still here.

"Dan, bring the kid over here."

"Yes."

The man in black, named Dan, bowed and bowed, then walked towards Arthur and called him over.

"Child." Hart asked in a low voice, "What does the arm Mr. Xia gave me mean?"

Arthur seemed to be still a little out of his emotions and was still in a daze, but soon he came to his senses and looked at the arm in the box in his hand.

"This is a prosthetic leg," Arthur said.

The technology of the dwarves in the Fairy Land.

"Prosthetic limb?" Hart seemed to have thought of something. He looked around, "Come on, let's go in and talk."

With that said, he motioned for Dan to take the box, Gray and Frena into a reception room in the mansion, and also called Arthur in.

He looked at Gray and said, "Child, take off your clothes and expose your shoulders."

Although he was a little confused, Gray still obeyed Hart's instructions and took off his upper body suit, exposing his upper body.

There are many bullet marks and scars on the hardcover body, and his right arm used to be empty. You can imagine what kind of dangers he has experienced in the past.

Hart looked at the arm, and then asked Arthur, "How should I install this prosthetic limb?"

Arthur reached out, picked up the metal right arm, walked to Gray's side, and put his right arm on his shoulder.

Under the wide-open eyes of the people around, many tiny threads stretched out from the connection between the metal right arm and the shoulder. These threads were difficult to see individually, but due to the huge number, people could see some.

These threads penetrated into Gray's shoulder, and blood flowed from the shoulder. Gray felt an unspeakable sharp pain piercing through his shoulder.

"uh-huh."

Gray gritted his teeth and groaned, but even so, he suppressed himself from screaming.

He was half-kneeling on the ground, clutching his shoulders. The veins in his neck popped out and his eyes were red. Even the people next to him could see that he was in great pain.

"Gray!" Frena stepped forward distressedly, "How are you?"

"fine."

It seemed that the pain was gradually fading away, and Gray's voice returned in a low voice, but now he was covered in sweat.

He stood up slowly, seeming to notice a long-lost feeling, and looked at his right arm in surprise.

At this moment, the metal arm has been completely integrated with his shoulder, and there is no gap at all.

Under the horrified gazes of the people around, the metal arm actually began to show movements like a real arm, bending the arms and making fists, which was extremely flexible.

Gray raised the metal arm, looked at it carefully through the light, and controlled it carefully. It was a feeling he thought he would lose forever.

"I feel like my arm has never disappeared." Gray muttered absently.

There was silence in the reception room, and people looked at the arm in a daze.

Even in the 21st century, this kind of prosthetic arm that is almost like a real human arm is an incredible thing, let alone in this era?

In this era, a mutilated limb means that the person is permanently disabled. How can there be a chance to regain an arm?

So at this moment, the shock in everyone's hearts is almost unspeakable.

Their worldview was shaken.

This was even more true for Gray, who even thought he was dreaming and had an unspeakable sense of unreality.

It took him three years to accept the fact that he had become a disabled person, but now, someone came to tell him that he had lost his arm again?

It wasn't until the tearful Frena threw herself into his arms and cried bitterly that Gray reacted. His eyes immediately turned red, but his dignity as a man made him hold back his tears.

"I have hands, I have hands again."

Frena stood up from Gray's arms and looked at Hart, "Uncle, who gave this gift?"

Hart had a smile on his face, "Didn't he just help you get married?"

Frena opened her eyes slightly, seeming to remember that person.

She actually met him three years ago, but it was just a casual encounter at that time, and she was reluctant to recall what happened that day.

But she was very impressed by the female companion who came with him at the time.

"I already said that."

Hart's eyes flashed and he murmured softly.

"That's the most noble person in the room."