Chapter 2: A Crossing of the Dogs
Chapter 2: Dog’s Journey
The cold wind swirled in the dark night sky, it was already late at night, but the master bedroom inside the Lord’s Castle in Lake Town was still lit up.
Bedroom bed, lying a chubby black-haired boy, the age of the teenage about, at the moment is unconscious, not far from the bed, the castle housekeeper Philip worried, a moment to look at the young man lying on the bed, a moment to look at the bedside of the priest who is busy.
Finally, the priest stopped moving, the butler couldn’t hold back his inner anxiety, and immediately opened his mouth to ask: “Father Anderson, how is the young master?”
The priest turned around and said with an apologetic face, “Butler Philip, unfortunately, the herbs that were applied before and the holy water that was just fed to him didn’t seem to work on young master Paul’s illness, now I only have one trick left, I wonder if you agree to give it a try?”
“May I ask what trick is it?”
“Bloodletting therapy, this is something I learned from a traveling healer, according to him, this therapy has been popularized in most parts of the Gabella Empire and Rohrmann Kingdom, and it has miraculous effects on some special diseases.”
“Bloodletting?” Butler Philip felt his eyes darken when he heard this word.
After pondering for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and said, “Alright, Father Anderson, let’s do as you say.”
“Good, may the Lord of Light bless Young Master Paul.”
The priest raised his hands in front of him and prayed to his god, then he instructed Phillip to get a copper basin and place it under the bed, and then he took out a sharp knife from the case he had with him, and pulled the boy’s arm out from under the covers, and was about to move the knife.
Just after the priest had placed the knife against the skin of the boy’s arm with his right hand, his left hand, which was holding the boy’s arm, suddenly felt the boy’s pulse throb for a moment, and then it began to beat strongly in succession. Noticing something strange, Father Anderson put down the knife and continued to observe.
The boy’s pulse gradually stabilized, and then his eyelids slowly opened.
“Blessed be the Lord of Light!” Father Anderson and Steward Philip shouted out in surprise at the same time.
“My day, what smells so bad.” The boy opened his eyes and opened his mouth to say something that was unintelligible to the two people in front of him.
After his vision was fully restored, the boy sat up and then his entire body was in a state of confusion.
Zhao Kai, an ordinary programmer in heaven, likes to read some messy online novels in his spare time, what makes him quite unhappy is that the novels he chases are always very niche, and the authors with insufficient motivation tend to change from daily to monthly after less than 100 chapters, and monthly to yearly, or simply eunuchs, but instead, those “white articles” in his eyes are flooding the market. The other side of the coin is those “small white text” in his eyes.
Of course, there are some both popular and his taste for masterpieces, but the number is too small, the second content is always such and such a regret.
Finally, one day, he decided to write his own novel, and made up his mind that even if no one would read it, he would insist on writing it, in order to make up for his past regrets. As for the subject matter of the novel, as a loyal believer of the industrial party of the heavenly kingdom, naturally he wanted to write about the crushing of the magical side of the otherworldly dregs with the scientific side of the musket and cannon.
The golden finger and do not want to open too obvious, had to let the protagonist start from scratch to climb the science and technology tree, so he used a lot of energy to collect those who are known as the crossing of the necessary books and information, what to buy people’s hearts of the “Barefoot Doctors Handbook” ah, the foot of the granary of the “agricultural water conservancy practices” ah, the world’s “Militia Training Tutorials” ah, in short, a lot of the best.
After scrutinizing the book for half a month, I’m finally going to write it.
But unexpectedly, after many years of work, his writing ability has deteriorated out of shape, alone to write a beginning let him scratch his head on a small half-day.
“Lost I still despise people write is a small white text it! At least people can write it.”
Zhao Kai was very sweaty, and he decided to stay up all night to finish the first chapter. After barely putting together the first chapter in one sentence, he couldn’t stand the drowsiness anymore and fell asleep in front of the computer. In a daze, a pungent odor hit him, pulling his consciousness back from sleep, only that he didn’t expect the whole world to change when he opened his eyes.
Zhao Kai, or the current Paul Gleeman, was currently surveying the surroundings with a head full of question marks.
Luxurious carpet, a look at the furniture made of expensive wood, full of artistic wall decorations, as well as the soft mattress under his buttocks, this is not the protagonist’s bedroom described in the first chapter of his novel? What the hell is wrong with himself, he twisted the flesh of his face, quite painful, not like dreaming.
“Young master, you finally woke up, please rest assured, this is by no means in your dream world.” Butler Philip hurriedly came up.
Only then did Paul notice that there were two other people in the room. The person who just came over had slightly gray hair, was tall and thin, looked to be 40 or so years old, and wore a black tuxedo, a kind of butler dress often played in movies.
The strange thing was that the other person was clearly speaking an unfamiliar language, but he could still understand it. The other looked to be around 30 years old, wearing a wide robe and big sleeves, seemed to be some kind of clergyman.
“Where am I? Why is my body sticky?” He then realized that he was actually speaking the same unfamiliar language that he had just spoken.
“Young master, this is in your bedroom. You have Father Anderson’s ointment on your body, so don’t move violently.”
“Young master? Who are you?”
Seeing that the young master did not recognize him, Philip was a bit at a loss for words, and he had to look at the priest, hoping to get an explanation from him.
“Mr. Butler, don’t worry, it’s not uncommon to see instances of temporary memory loss after a coma. As long as you rest and recuperate your body, you will be able to slowly recover with more guidance from the side.”
“Whew – scared me to death, yeah, it’s a godsend to wake up.”
Anderson continued to check Gleeman, “Physically there shouldn’t be any more major problems, let’s let Young Master Paul have a good rest today. The ointment should be kept on and cleaned up until tomorrow.”
“Well, thank you so much for your trouble today.”
“You’re welcome, this is what I should do. I’ll take my leave for today, I’ll come back tomorrow to check on Young Master Paul.”
“Okay, please come this way.”
……
Paul woke up a bit at this time, recognizing the reality that he had crossed over. How did it happen, it was only a sleep, how did he cross over, what kind of great god was playing a joke with himself?
He once again lay down and forced himself to calm down, what should be prioritized now is how to survive in this new world.
Look at the situation just now, the identity of this body is not low, the future of food and clothing should not be a problem, and although the memory of the past is completely gone, but the good thing is that you can still speak the language of this world, using the “memory loss” as an excuse should be able to muddle through, thinking of this, he was a little bit more at ease.
A while later, the butler came back, and arranged the quilt for him, “Young master, you can rest well tonight, if there is anything you need to do, just pull the bell rope by the bed, I will be in the room next to you.” After saying that he put a hand on his chest, slightly bowed and saluted before leaving.
Paul nestled under the covers and began to carefully consider his future life ……
(End of chapter)