Reborn Ancient Western Europe

Gray fell ill again.

Different from the completely unconscious coma before, this time, although he couldn't control his body, he felt the pain clearly.The tearing pain didn't come from the body, but seemed to come from the depths of the soul.The flames are generally burning, which is unbearable.

Sometimes, he even thought he was going to die.

But whenever he felt that he had reached the limit and wanted to give up struggling, the bracelet on his wrist would become icy cold, temporarily expelling the pain and allowing him to relax for a while.

Gray began to have all kinds of strange and absurd dreams.

Some of these dreams are things that Gray experienced in his previous life, some are the original memories of this body, and more are nightmares without a clue.

These dreams appear alternately, making it difficult for Gray to sleep even in the dreams.Every time I woke up, I felt like I had escaped a catastrophe, breaking out in a cold sweat.

When he woke up, he would unconsciously look at the lines on his wrist.Since wearing the bracelet, the color of the pattern has not continued to deepen, but the ominous premonition has become more and more obvious, pressing on Gray's heart like a substance, making him unable to relax.

Mrs Cliff had restricted his going out, so there was nothing he could do now.In fact, given Ge Rui's current physical condition, he could do nothing but lie on the bed and rest.

During this time, he received a reply from Deimos City.

Because of Beth's affairs, she sent a letter to Dimos City, and the recipient was Molly, the maid who stayed in Dimos City.

How much Beth has done for Deimos, the people in Deimos City are clear about it.And now, it's time for the city to protect their mistress.

The reply was concise and cautious, in the usual style of Deimos.At the end of the letter, Molly casually said that Dylan has been complaining that his wrists are sore and swollen from the sea breeze.

Gray smiled and put the letter away carefully.

That's enough.

Even he himself was surprised that his trust in the people in the city of Deimos had reached such a level.He believed immediately, almost unconditionally, that they would be able to save Beth from the palace.

Gray was thinking, but heard a soft knock on the door.

Since Grey's illness, Mrs. Cliffe had forbidden herself to be disturbed casually.Needless to say, the maids, even Werther, were not allowed to stay in his room for too long every day.

Werther had already run out of his time this morning, so he must not be the one who came now.

"Come in."

Gray raised his voice slightly.

A person wrapped in a cloak pushed open the door and walked in. His steps were as light as if he was stepping on the air, and his green eyes were fixed on Gray.

Eudora.

Her arrival somewhat surprised Gray, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Youdo pulled up the collar of the cloak, and Gray noticed the moisture in her hair, and asked involuntarily, "Is it raining?"

Eudora shook her head, she looked at Gray and said softly, "It's Snow."

In the imperial capital, it has not snowed for a long time.Grey opened the curtains and looked out, there were indeed snowflakes in the air, very small, but incredibly beautiful.

Looking at the pure white debris, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his lips.

Yudora looked at him, and suddenly sighed slightly.

"You look bad, worse than I imagined." She whispered, "Asa has started to go crazy, he will only kill you."

Although she said such words that seemed to express concern, her tone was still cold, with a kind of indifference that had nothing to do with her.

Gray didn't know how to answer this sentence, so he had to change the subject clumsily: "Thank you for visiting me, Eudora, thank you very much."

Youdora sneered slightly, she looked out the window for a while, and then whispered: "Your father asked me to come, he is very worried about you."

She turned her body slightly, turned her head and said, "Anyway, I'll leave it to you, Lord Sacrifice."

Only then did Gray realize that there was another person entering the room behind her.Logically, Gray shouldn't ignore the existence of such an adult, but for some reason, that person's sense of existence is extremely indifferent, like a faint shadow.

If Eudora hadn't spoken, Gray would have hardly noticed him at all.

He was also wrapped in a cloak, a long pure black cloak that tightly wrapped his whole body from neck to ankle.He has soft, thick, light-colored hair, hazel eyes, and thin, red lips.

This is, the sacrifice of the temple?

To be honest, this image is different from what Gray imagined. He always felt that as a priest, he should always be an older person.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Gray became uncertain.He found he couldn't roughly guess the man's age range.His face and his temperament seem to be separated, making it difficult to draw conclusions for a while.

He unbuttoned his cloak and smiled at Gray.This smile was a bit like Asa's imagination, and it made Gray start to feel uncomfortable.

"I'll try my best."

He said to Eudora, who nodded and took a step back so that he and Gray could look directly at each other.

Gray blinked and looked at him naturally.However, when Gray met those hazel eyes, he suddenly felt dazed and sleepy like drunk.

He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip hard to keep himself awake.But those light brown eyes kept looking at him, making his will quickly loose.

"You need rest."

Udora spoke, and almost as soon as she finished speaking, Gray finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell asleep.

"His soul is very unstable, which is very dangerous." The priest looked at Gray who was finally able to sleep peacefully, and whispered to Yudora: "It doesn't seem to be all due to the spell."

Eudora also looked at Gray, and whispered: "This has nothing to do with you, don't do anything unnecessary."

The priest seemed to smile wryly. He seemed to want to refute something, but finally gave up.He coughed lightly and reminded: "He won't last long in this state, the power of that lord is not something I can stop."

Eudora glanced at him and asked, "Is it all right for a month?"

He thought about it for a while, then nodded uncertainly.

"That's enough." Eudora said: "There are only a dozen days left before Gray's 14th birthday, and the time left is enough."

She looked at Gray's sleeping profile and turned her head.

"Let him sleep for a while."

After saying this, she turned and left the room, leaving only the light-haired priest in the room.He gently covered Gray with the quilt, and when he saw the lines on Gray's wrist, he paused for a moment, and then sighed softly.

But, that's all.