Chapter 2 The Bloody Crossing Section
The biting cold wind was swirling in the dark night sky. It was already late at night, but the master bedroom in the Lord's Castle in Lake Center Town was still brightly lit.
On the big bed in the bedroom, there was a chubby black-haired boy, who was around ten years old. He was unconscious at the moment. Not far from the big bed, Philip, the butler of the castle, was worried. For a while Look at the boy lying on the bed, and then look at the priest who is busy beside the bed.
Finally, the priest stopped moving. The butler couldn't control the anxiety in his heart and immediately asked: "Father Anderson, how is the young master?"
The priest turned around with a look on his face. He said apologetically: "Butler Philip, unfortunately, the herbs I applied before and the holy water I just fed don't seem to have any effect on Master Paul's illness. Now I only have one trick left. I wonder if you agree to give it a try?" ”
"What is the method?"
"Bloodletting, I learned this from a traveling doctor. According to him, this therapy is used in most parts of the Gabela Empire and the Roman Kingdom. It has become popular and has miraculous effects on some special diseases.”
“Bloodletting?” Butler Philip’s eyes darkened when he heard the word.
He thought for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, Father Anderson, I will do as you say."
"Okay, may the Lord of Light bless Master Paul. ”
The priest raised his hands forward and prayed to his god. Then he asked Philip to find a copper basin and put it under the bed. He also took out a sharp knife from the box he brought with him, and took out the boy's arm from the quilt. It's time to go under the knife.
Just after the priest put the knife on the skin of the boy's arm with his right hand, his left hand holding the boy's arm suddenly felt the boy's pulse beat, and then began to beat continuously and strongly. Father Anderson, who noticed something strange, put down the knife and continued to observe.
The boy's pulse gradually stabilized, and then his eyelids slowly opened.
"Bless the Lord of Light!" Father Anderson and Butler Philip shouted out in surprise at the same time.
"My God, why does it smell so bad?" The boy opened his eyes and said something that the two people in front of him couldn't understand.
After his vision was completely restored, the boy sat up and was in a state of confusion.
Zhao Kai, an ordinary Chinese programmer, likes to read some messy online novels. What makes him very unhappy is that the novels he pursues are always very niche, and authors who lack motivation often read more. Less than 100 chapters later, the day changes to the month, the month changes to the year, or even the eunuch becomes a eunuch. Instead, what he considers "little white writing" is overflowing.
Although there are some masterpieces that are popular with the public and suit their taste, firstly, the number is too small, and secondly, there are always regrets in terms of content.
Finally one day, he decided to write a novel by himself, and made up his mind to keep writing it even if no one read it, to make up for all the regrets in the past. As for the subject of the novel, as a loyal believer of the Chinese Industrial Party, I naturally want to write about using the science side's muskets and cannons to crush the magic side's dregs of the other world.
Goldfinger didn’t want to make it too obvious, so he had to let the protagonist climb the technology tree from scratch, so he spent a lot of energy collecting those sacred books and information that are called necessary for time travel, what can win people’s hearts? "The Barefoot Doctor's Handbook", Ashokura's "Farmland Water Conservancy Practice", Pingtianxia's "Militia Training Tutorial", in short, the more the merrier.
After studying it carefully for more than half a month, I finally decided to write it.
But what was unexpected was that after working for many years, his writing ability had deteriorated drastically. Just writing the beginning made him scratch his head and head for a long time.
"It's a shame that I despise the fact that people write simple articles! At least they can write it."
Zhao Kai was so ashamed that he decided to stay up late to finish the first chapter. After reluctantly piecing together the first chapter, he could no longer bear the sleepiness and fell asleep in front of the computer. In a daze, a pungent smell hit him, pulling his consciousness back from his sleep. However, he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes, the whole world changed.
Zhao Kai, or now Paul Graiman, was looking around with questions in his head.
Luxurious carpets, furniture made of precious wood at first glance, artistic wall decorations, and a soft mattress under your buttocks. Isn't this the protagonist's bedroom he described in the first chapter of the novel? What happened to him? He twisted the flesh on his face. It hurt. It didn't look like he was dreaming.
"Master, you finally woke up. Please don't worry, this is definitely not in your dream." The butler Phillip hurriedly stepped forward.
Paul then noticed that there were two other people in the room. The person who just came over has slightly gray hair, is tall and thin, looks to be in his 40s, is wearing a black tuxedo, and looks like a butler often played in movies.
The strange thing is that the other party is obviously speaking an unfamiliar language, but I can still understand it. The other one looked to be around 30 years old, wearing a broad robe and long sleeves, and seemed to be some kind of clergyman.
"Where am I? Why am I so sticky?" He then realized that he was speaking the same unfamiliar language just now.
"Master, this is in your bedroom. You are covered with Father Anderson's ointment, so don't move violently."
"Master? Who are you?"
Seeing that the young master did not recognize him, Philip was a little at a loss. He had to look at the priest, hoping to get an explanation from him.
"Don't worry, Mr. Butler, temporary amnesia after coma is not uncommon. As long as you get more rest and take good care of your body, you can slowly recover with more guidance by your side."
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"Phew - it scared me to death. It's a great thing to be able to wake up."
Anderson continued to check Grayman, "There should be nothing serious about your body. I will be here today." Let Master Paul take a good rest first. The ointment will continue to be applied until tomorrow."
"Well, thank you very much for your trouble today."
"You're welcome. This is what I should do. I'll take my leave today and come back to check on Master Paul tomorrow."
"Okay, please come here."
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Paul came to his senses at this time and realized the reality that he had traveled through time. What happened? It was just a matter of taking a nap. Why did he travel through time? What kind of joke was this made by a great god on him?
He lay down again and forced himself to calm down. The priority now should be how to survive in this new world.
Looking at the posture just now, this body's status is not low. There should be no problem with food and clothing in the future. And although there is no memory of the past, fortunately, it can still speak the language of this world. " The excuse of "amnesia" should be able to be used as a cover. Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved.
After a while, the housekeeper came back and tidied the quilt for him, "Master, you should have a good rest tonight. If you need anything, just pull the bell rope next to the bed. I will be in the next room." After that. He put his hand on his chest, bowed slightly and bowed before leaving.
Paul nestled under the quilt and began to carefully consider his future life...
(End of this chapter)