Reborn Ancient Western Europe

After all, Jon still didn't stay in the room honestly. When Gray came back at noon, Molly told him anxiously that Jon went to the Dimos Chamber of Commerce to negotiate the material procurement plan after he went out, and he didn't wait until night. Will be back.

This is really Jon's style of acting.Gray sighed, and ordered Molly to prepare another bowl of grass soup.

Molly hesitated for a while, then said, "When you and Jon the housekeeper were gone, the administrator of the Deimos library came to visit."

Gray was stunned for a moment before realizing that he should be talking about Dylan.He is indeed the only manager of the Deimos library, but most of the time he will only be in charge of guarding, so Gray didn't think of it for a while.

"What's the matter with him?" Gray asked.

Molly's expression became even weirder. She paused for a moment, and then said, "He came to ask for his lamp, which is the one that the young master brought back at noon yesterday."

Gray suddenly understood, and couldn't help but shook his head with a smile. During the time he arrived in Dimos City, he went to the library to read every morning, and he never stopped except for being sick and bedridden.Although Dylan treasured the lamp his daughter had given him, he wasn't quite so crazy.He was probably worried that Gray was sick again, so he used this as an excuse to come over to have a look.

Gray smiled and decided that the next time he went to the library, he would bring him a bunch of pink roses from the garden, which his daughter had always loved.

He came to the basement again with the dinner plate, and this was the last time.It is basically impossible for Gray to hide such a dangerous matter from Jon's nose.

The light in the basement was dim, and the young man was sitting cross-legged on the bed, turning a small dagger between his fingers, and looked up at him when he heard the sound.

"Where did that come from?" Gray couldn't help asking.As early as when the young man was in a coma, he had already searched his whole body, and he buried everything except the clothes on the young man in the garden.The basement can only be opened through the mechanism through the bedroom mirror, and it is impossible for the young man to come to the outside world without Gray's knowledge.

The young man raised his eyebrows, stopped the movement of his hands, and said with a bit of persuasion: "If I were you, I would burn the clothes on my body as well."

Gray frowned, and said lightly: "I checked carefully, there is no interlayer on it."

"Who said that things can only be hidden in the mezzanine?" The young man held the dagger and moved a few times with both hands. The dagger was quickly disassembled into several metal parts of different sizes.

"Is this dagger assembled?" Gray became interested. He put down the dinner plate, sat on the edge of the bed, approached the young man and asked, "Where do you hide these parts?"

The young man smiled and said triumphantly, "I didn't hide it, so I just left it there openly."

Gray thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized: "Is it the decoration on your clothes?"

He played with the parts with his fingertips, trying to figure out where they belonged.Part of it and the metal pattern on the chest of the jacket together form a bat-like pattern, part of the connecting parts are buttons and small rings hidden in the hollow buttons, and part of them are cuff decorations.

He reassembled them while identifying them. The parts of this dagger were not complicated. He had worked as a workshop assembler for a while during the summer vacation, so he was very handy with it.In just the blink of an eye, the original appearance of the dagger was reassembled.

This dagger is extremely delicate, about as long as one and a half of Grey's palm, and because there are some assembly interfaces inside, it looks a little thicker.But the blade part was polished very sharp, and it shone with a cold light.On the surface of the dagger, probably in order to better disguise it as a harmless decoration, many patterns were carved.

Gray took them apart again and tried to redecorate them on the youth's clothes.This is a little more difficult, because it involves the adjustment and coordination of some metal threads to reconstitute the vivid silver bat on the young man's chest.But even so, after thinking about it for half a minute, Gray still quickly settled it.

The young man looked at him in surprise, and said in disbelief: "My God, how did you do it?"

"How did you do it?" Gray asked without raising his head. He was making minor adjustments to the decoration on his chest to make it look more natural.

"Do you know how long it took me to train to your speed?" The young man grabbed Gray's wrist and asked seriously.

"Does this need to be specially practiced?" Gray wanted to ask directly, but considering that some people may not be good at doing this kind of manual work, he hesitated and replied: "Well, half a day?"

He actually thinks that half an hour is more than enough. His seven-year-old nephew once assembled a set of Transformers in 10 minutes.That is much more complicated than this dagger.

The young man groaned in frustration, he stretched out his hand and compared two fingers.

"Two days?" Gray asked tentatively, but the expression on the young man's face told him that things might not be that optimistic.

"Then, two weeks?" Gray felt that this was already the limit he could accept. In his opinion, this was really an extremely simple matter.He even felt that frying a poached egg completely was more difficult than this.

The young man seemed to be completely desperate. He covered his face and said weakly: "I practiced for two full months, and this is already the best result among us."

He looked at Gray and sighed: "You may really be a genius in this area."

Gray was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that perhaps it wasn't that young people were not good at this aspect of handwork.But in this world, there aren't many such fine parts.Perhaps for them, disassembling a mobile phone battery and replacing a memory card is a difficult task.

Gray is different from them. He has long been used to accepting all kinds of new things that modern society constantly introduces.He is used to change and knows how to deal with it.Even though he now has the appearance of a 13-year-old boy, his essence is still an adult.

"What are you thinking, so engrossed?" The young man stretched out his hand and poked Gray's cheek. He originally wanted to recall Gray's emotions, but he was stunned by the soft and delicate touch of his fingertips. Pinch a few times.

This child already felt that his skin was very good when he looked at it, but he didn't expect that the touch was more attractive than any woman he had ever touched.

The young man felt that his fingertips became numb when they touched Gray, and this numbness spread all the way to his heart, itching like a small and soft insect with gorgeous wings crawling gently over his heart.

Gray knocked off the young man's hand, and couldn't help but move back. The expression on the young man's face made him feel weird, and there was a kind of uneasiness that he couldn't describe.

The young man withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, picked up a glass of milk on the plate, and swallowed it into his stomach in two mouthfuls.

Gray couldn't help but glared at the young man and protested, "That's my milk!"

The young man shrugged indifferently, put down his cup and started attacking the fried meat on the plate.His fingers are beautiful, and he looks so good holding a knife and fork.

"You got milk on your mouth." Gray couldn't help reminding.

The young man frowned, licked the corner of his mouth, and complained, "That's why I don't understand what's so good about this thing."

Maybe it's because the young man will leave Dimos soon, and it's very likely that this is the last time he will get along with him.Gray's attitude relaxed a lot unconsciously. He picked up the towel on the dinner plate and leaned over to help the young man wipe away the traces of milk from the corner of his mouth.

The young man stared at him intently, then suddenly stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Gray's wrist, and said, "Angus."

Gray looked at him suspiciously and asked, "What did you say?"

"Angus, Angus Gale, my name." He tugged on Gray's wrist, causing Gray to fall on top of him involuntarily.Gray struggled to remember, but Angus pressed his back with the other hand.His strength is astonishing, it's just one hand, but Gray's whole body is suppressed by him and can't move.

"Call my name, and I'll let you get up." Angus approached Gray and ordered.

Gray didn't know what was wrong with him, but he did as he said: "Angus?"

Angus didn't let him go, he looked at Gray's face and asked, "Where's yours? What's your name?"

Gray raised his head and looked at Angus. When he met his gaze, he suddenly understood the seriousness and urgency of the young man at this time.He hesitated and hesitated, but those two words had already turned back and forth on the tip of his tongue, eager to try.

"I only ask your first name, not your last name." Angus repeated, looking at his face.

Gray looked at him, his vocal cords trembled and vibrated, the two words could no longer be suppressed, they rolled to the tip of his tongue, and then jumped into the air.

It was an unfamiliar word with a light and soft pronunciation. Angus listened attentively and tried to repeat it again.

"Lance?" he asked uncertainly.The young man in his arms, whose figure was so thin that it would almost shatter when touched, had an extremely illusory smile on his face.He quickly repeated the syllable again, then stretched out his arms and hugged Angus' neck.He chuckled, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Gerry, you can call me Grey."

He buried his head on Angus's shoulder and neck, and held his arm tightly with his fingers, repeating over and over again: "Gerry, Grey, Grey, Grey..."

I'm Lianxi, but you can only call me Gray.

He sighed these words in his heart, then pushed Angus away and straightened up.

"It's time, you should leave." He said, then picked up the dinner plate, and took a last look at the young man's black hair, letting the hot eyes cool down again.

"Goodbye, and, I hope we never see each other again."

He is Grey, and he can only be Grey. Apart from this stolen identity, he has nothing in this strange world.So even if he died, he would leave with this identity.

Angus looked at Gray's leaving back and felt that his shoulders and neck were burning like a scald. It was the first time he knew that tears had such power.And Gray's last words were still floating in the air in the basement, with a firm determination to cut everything.

He looked around the basement where he had stayed for half a month, with a smile on his lips, but there was a bottomless darkness in his eyes.