Reborn Ancient Western Europe

Philo is a smart horse. Although he is young, he has a natural sensitivity in discerning the way and has never made a mistake.

A quarter of an hour later, they reached the camp where the guards were stationed.

Wrapped in a blanket and holding a bowl of hot soup, Gray sat in front of the campfire in a daze.Philo stood guard behind him, chewing some grass in a bored way.

Gray had only seen the guards of the Tislandi family a few times, so he was not familiar with them.Most of the time, they are responsible for the security of the family's main house and rarely leave the imperial capital.

The captain of the guard, Wilson, was ordinary-looking, in his 40s, and extremely expressionless.He is not married, but he has a son, five years older than Gray, who just came of age this year.Contrary to his father's taciturnity, he was a very lively boy, smart and sweet, and had a good relationship with everyone in the main house.

Perhaps because there were not many children in the main house, he was even more enthusiastic about Grey.Gray didn't dislike that childish boy either.

Gray looked up at Wilson and found that he and his son did not look alike.His appearance tends to be stern, and the lines of his facial features seem to be carved with a knife and an axe. Every line is resolute and courageous.But his son has a pretty face, with a little childish softness, and he looks good when he smiles.Many maids in the main house like to tease the child who blushes easily.

Wilson poked the fire, and with the light on, he took out his pocket watch to check the time.Around him, members of the guards were quickly packing up their things and preparing to set off again.

Gray took a sip of the hot soup, letting the warmth comfort his stomach.But his body still felt cold, the cold air seemed to have healed in his bones, occupying all his senses.The bonfire was burning fiercely, reflecting a sickly blush on his cheeks.

He looked at the fire and blinked, feeling dizzy.The fatigue caused by what happened that night swept over again during the short rest, a bit beyond the limit that this body can admit.

He thought he might be sick.

"I'm sorry, Master Gray, I'm afraid we have to set off again." Wilson stood up and said calmly.

Gray was startled, looked up at him, and Wilson looked at him in the same way.

"Butler Jon and Mrs. Carotti have explained before that we will set off immediately after you come back and return to the imperial capital as soon as possible." Wilson still narrated without emotion.

Gray pursed his lips, did not speak, just nodded obediently, and stood up.

Almost in an instant, he felt that the things in front of him were spinning rapidly, and the colors began to flow irregularly and crazily, causing a chaotic chaos on the retina.

At the last moment of losing consciousness, he saw the panic on Wilson's always serious face.

He finally felt a little warmer.

Devil's Gate.

The ominous place in Eudora's mouth.

Gray looked up at the dark blue sky, Orion has risen to the sky, and Polaris is still shining.In the distance, the slender Milky Way is dotted with brilliance.

Asa smiled at him, still wearing the black robe, with long silver hair hanging down to his feet.

"Long time no see." He looked at him with a smile and asked, "I hope you are well, Lianxi."

The name Lianxi was pronounced out again, which was unexpected and made him feel strange.He stiffened for a moment before hesitatingly said: "I'm fine."

Asa turned his body slightly, and his fingers lightly passed between his forehead, but Gray couldn't help but feel a bone-chilling cold.

"Have you met Eudora?" he asked with a smile.

Gray nodded silently.

"Is she alright?" Asa said, "The last time I saw her, she was a little girl. In a blink of an eye, it's been so long."

He suddenly became a little nostalgic, then looked at Gray, and sighed softly.

"Eudora is right, you really can't stay here for a long time. Even she can feel the call of the Devil's Gate to you. But Gray, I can only see you here."

"Our time is running out, I can't wait, Lianxi." He said, frowning, and said slowly in a sad tone, "I really want to see you, not here, but in the real world " Asa's smile showed a bit of helplessness, and he said: "I have no way to find you, and you don't seem to be enthusiastic about coming to see me."

Gray still didn't speak, but he didn't really want to see Asa.Only half of this person lives in the same world as him, while the other half doesn't know where he is floating.He didn't want to touch him, it was purely instinctive.Even if the man might know the truth about his coming here, so what?

He wanted to go back, but he was not a fool.He can't trust a stranger without knowing anything.

"I'm sorry, so, Lianxi, I'm sorry." Asa said, the perfect smile mask finally disappeared from his face.He looked at Gray, his pale fingers grasping Gray's wrist.

He didn't use much strength, and Gray felt that he could break free with just a little force.However, for some reason, he had no intention of breaking free at the moment.

"Just stand like this, don't resist, don't move, he won't hurt you." A voice softly whispered in his ear, repeating hypnotically.

Gray stared blankly at Asa, and finally closed his eyes.

Asa looked at the slender wrist in his hand, and a very faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"I won't hurt you, so come and see me quickly." As he said, his fingernails cut through the skin of Gray's wrist, and pink blood flowed out, staining Asa's pale skin.

"You must hurry up."

He repeated in a low voice until the black-haired and black-eyed young man disappeared, leaving only a void in front of him.

"teacher?"

The little child ran over, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and asked anxiously.

He smiled, bent down to touch the child's hair, and smiled again.

"Don't worry, Gray, Gray. I promise, I will help you get your body back."

He said, taking the child into his arms.Little Gray blinked in his arms and bit his lower lip.He is still the same as he was in the garden of the imperial capital, immature like a soft petal.

Grey opened his eyes, saw the curtain with the pattern of Xiacao on his head, and couldn't help but froze.

This is his bed, the bed in the imperial capital.

So, he has already returned to the imperial capital?

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and looked at his wrist. The light red lines snaked all the way on it, like some kind of vines, covering the blue blood vessels.

It is flowing and growing, as if it is really alive.

Asa's last words seemed to be still echoing in the air.

"Come and meet me before I take your soul!"