Reborn Ancient Western Europe

For a few seconds, Gray's mind was in a trance, he looked at the person blankly, and blinked meaninglessly.But soon, he broke free from that numb machinery, and exclaimed in disbelief: "Jon! How did you appear here?"

It was indeed a pleasant surprise meeting, and the answer wasn't really that important.For Gray, Jon's presence at this moment is more reassuring than anything else.Therefore, even though he could still feel the stickiness of the blood flowing through his fingertips, he could already show a relaxed look on his face.

Jon seemed to have just finished a long and dusty trip. He lost a lot of weight. He was tired from the journey, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes.But his expression is still gentle and inclusive, but there is a trace of unnoticed worry hidden between his brows.

"I'm worried about you, Master Gray."

Jon gently brushed the hair on Gray's forehead with his fingers, and said with a smile: "So, as soon as the business in the imperial capital is over, I will come here as soon as possible."

"Glad to see you are safe and sound."

He murmured in a low voice, lowered his head and kissed Gray's forehead.But soon he frowned, holding Gray's shoulder and looking him up and down uneasily.

"What happened, are you hurt?"

Gray pursed his lips uncomfortably. The bloody smell on his body was so strong that Jon could smell it as long as he got a little closer to him.Can't hide from anyone.

"It was an accident." Gray tried to describe the matter as lightly as possible.

"The target is not me, and the murderer has already been caught. I am not injured, but only stained with the blood of the wounded."

This reason did not reassure Jon, he still looked at Ge Rui anxiously, and quickly made up his mind.

"Gary, listen to me, go and change now, we'll set off right away, get out of here."

He said, with a serious expression.

Gray was a little confused, so he looked at Jon and was about to ask, but was interrupted by a mocking voice with a smile.

"Hey, I said Jon, don't say such heartless things for the sake of beautiful girls in Yermore."

As soon as the words fell, the man poked his head out from behind Jon, and greeted Gray with an unserious tone.

"Gerry, what happened at the ball is my responsibility, I hope you are not frightened."

Alright, Ge Rui twitched the corners of his mouth dumbly, unable to speak for a moment.

The person standing there was indeed the Lord Yemole from the outside, including the scar on his face, which was what Gray had seen before.But Gray never thought before that the same face could show such a completely different aura.The previous one was a bit dull and tense, and Summerster, who seemed to be completely introverted, seemed to transform under the silver moonlight, showing a completely opposite self-confidence and publicity from his previous performance.Even, there is such a hint of evil.

Summerster crossed his arms, looked at Gray from behind Jon, glanced at his neckline, and quickly moved away.He smiled, patted Jon on the shoulder, and said, "Don't be so nervous, relax. Yemoore is my city, and you can rest assured in everything here."

"You're so nervous, I'll think you can't trust me." He retracted his arm and said jokingly.

Jon shook his head and said in a low voice: "I don't mean to offend, it's just Summerster, the group of Holy Batriders, I can't believe them."

Summerster nodded understandingly, and said, "Since that's the case, you'd better move quickly. Leave before the soldiers guarding the city change their guard in the second half of the night. Things will be easier and less trouble will be avoided."

Jon nodded, pushed Gray slightly, and urged: "Hurry up and change your clothes, and I will explain the rest to you on the way."

Gray stared at him for a while, then moved his gaze to Summerster.He looked at him for a while, then nodded in agreement.

Jon smiled relaxedly, exited the room thoughtfully, and closed the door for Gray.

"Please hurry up, I have prepared the carriage, and I don't need to bring too many things." Before exiting the door, Jon warned.

Summerster watched him close the door, raised his eyebrows, and said half seriously and half jokingly: "To be honest, Jon, you young master, you really have a pretty face."

"Summerster!" Jon frowned and reprimanded in a low voice.

Summerster shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and continued: "Don't be like this, I'm just narrating the facts. Such obvious traces, no one can hide it."

He paused, and then said: "If it wasn't for worrying that things would get more troublesome, Jon, I wouldn't have let you leave in such a hurry. We haven't seen each other for a long time since you went to the imperial capital. Right?"

Jon was silent, looked up at him, and shook his head.

"Jon, you are thinking about those boring things again." Summerster rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "I know, you are now a member of half of the Tislandi family, and you have nothing to do with it." Relationships will indeed cause me a little trouble, but Jon, do you think I won't be able to handle that?"

He looked at Jon and asked seriously.

Jon looked at him as well, with a little smile on his lips.

"Summerster, you really haven't changed at all, you are still so lawless." Jon said with a smile: "I promise, next time we meet again, it will definitely not be in such a hurry."

"I hope so," Somerset murmured, then suddenly became serious.He glanced at the closed door and said in a low voice: "Jon, listen to me. I know you have always been sincere about the Randy family, but you are not a real member of that family after all. In this situation, you'd better find a way to leave yourself a way out."

Jon smiled, glanced at him, and said nothing.

Summerster stared at his profile for a while, and couldn't help sighing.

"Jon..." He called his name in a low voice, with deep helplessness in his voice.

"I know, Summerster, you just don't want anything to happen to me." Jon looked at him, still with a gentle smile: "But, as you know, I made a choice a long time ago gone."

A long time ago, that was before Summerster had contact with Jon.As early as that time, everything was a foregone conclusion, and no one could change it.

Summerster looked at Jon for a while, swallowed the words of advice he was about to blurt out, and turned to look at the closed door with his eyes.

In the room, Gray closed his eyes numbly, and groped for the cold little thing on the earlobe with his fingers until it became hot.Angus did some tricks on it, the metal nail behind the earlobe was bent into the shape of a barb, and there was no way to take it off smoothly.

The corner of Gray's lips curled into an arc of unknown meaning, he sneered, put his fingers together, and pulled hard!

"I'm right, what that child can teach Angus is definitely beyond the imagination of any of us." Chris smiled, looked at Ton and said, but the movements of his hands were not gentle.She tore off the cloth on Angus' back neatly, looked at the wound on his back, and whistled.

"Good job. If this is the first time the kid has done it badly, then he is quite talented."

Ton looked at the silent Angus, lit his pipe, and took a deep breath.

The ivory fan bone was pulled out by Angus himself, and the wound was severely torn.But Chris didn't take it seriously. After cleaning the wound, she tore off a new roll of bandage, sprinkled the hemostatic powder, and began to bandage the wound.Her movements were definitely not gentle, but Angus just frowned, as if he didn't feel the pain.

"Angus, you are to blame for this." Ton said in a warning voice.

"Indeed." Chris nodded in agreement, tied the bandage with one hand, and then cut off the excess. "Even a kitten that is obediently allowed to be petted has four sharp claws. If you are not careful, you will be bitten severely."

She pressed hard on the wound on Angus's back, and said mockingly, "Now, have you tasted the pain?"

Angus groaned, then shook his head with a wry smile.

"It was indeed my fault." He admitted, "It was me who was careless and went too far."

Chris glanced at him sympathetically, and jokingly said, "The age gap is indeed a problem, Angus, you have to learn to be patient."

Angus frowned and wanted to say something, but soon gave up and sighed.

"You're right, I should learn to be patient. Tonight, I probably really scared him."

Chris glanced helplessly, then turned back to Ton, looked up at him with a smile while holding his arm.

Ton returned her the same smile, then looked at Angus and said, "You'd better apologize earlier, although it's not very useful, it's better than doing nothing."

Angus sighed and nodded, looking a little listless.Chris knew that it was definitely not due to excessive blood loss, at least, not entirely.

A young man who fell in love for the first time.

Chris and Ton looked at each other and smiled tacitly at each other.

"Okay, well, cheer up, young man, you didn't come to us in the middle of the night to talk about your relationship problems." Chris clapped his hands, waking Angus up from his depressed mood.

"Ton?" He frowned, looked at Ton, and asked.

"There is one thing about Yermore that has always concerned me." Ton pondered for a while, then frowned and asked Angus, "You must have seen the Lord of Yermore, right?"

Angus nodded, also frowned, and said, "It feels like a person who is completely different from his appearance."

He didn't say much, even though he was extremely sensitive to people's emotions, he was never willing to let his subjective feelings affect his judgment without definite evidence.

Ton glanced at him and continued: "After I left the Holy Batriders, I have never asked about the empire or the temple, and no one has ever come to me except you."

He paused for a while, lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette, and then continued: "Then, about a month before your arrival, someone came to me and brought an order from the temple."

Chris took out a small box from the drawer, which was full of various small buttons and small ornaments on clothes.She picked a slightly larger turquoise button from inside and twisted it open to reveal its contents.

Angus couldn't help holding his breath.

It was a small round obsidian, polished very smooth, except for the nine rays radiating from the center of the stone to the surroundings, there was no extra decoration.It is about half the size of a palm, and its whole body is extremely deep black, almost like the kind of black that can only appear after absorbing all the light.

"He asked me to find a way to secretly send this to Yemool City Lord's Mansion after you leave." Ton looked at Angus and asked in a low voice, "Angus, do you know what this is?"

Angus nodded, was silent for a while, and said in a low voice:

"This is what destroyed the Sea Eagle."