Chapter 3 Chapter two

After an unknown period of time, she suddenly felt someone beside her.Turning her head, she was stunned by the reflected sunlight on the metal surface, unconsciously sat down on the ground, and then stretched out her hand to cover her forehead. Standing in front of her was a man who appeared to be wearing armor. He stood motionless, staring at Gray with angry eyes.She raised her head and looked at each other with her mouth gaping.This person was surprisingly handsome, wearing a stage costume she had never seen before—the collar was ruffled, and from the neck down to the waist was covered by a piece of armor.

God!The armor looked like it was made of silver, with a gold pattern etched on the chest, and from the waist down, he wore knee-length bloomers.On the two muscular calves, there is a pair of stockings that seem to be woven with fine silk.Those shoes were of a strange shape, and there were a few scratches on the surface. "The witch." His voice was low and majestic. "You summoned me with a spell, what exactly do you want me to do?" "Sorceress?" she said, blowing her nose. He took a handkerchief out of his knickerbockers, handed it to her, and blew his nose in it, honestly.

"Are my enemies hiring you? Are they trying to kill me again? Don't I have enough brains? Stand up! Answer me well!" "Sir, I don't know what you're talking about?" Gray stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I—" Before she could finish her sentence, the man had already drawn out a yard-long sharp sword at her throat. "Demon girl, lift your spell, I want to go back!" Gray has had enough.First Robb and his lying daughter, now this mad Hamlet.She shed tears on the spot again, leaning against the cold stone wall. "Damn it!" the man said angrily, then picked up Gray and put her on the bench next to her.

Gray couldn't stop tears like broken pearls. "This is the worst day of my life," she said, crying, while the man just stood aside, looking at her with big, bulging eyes. "I'm really sorry." She forced herself to say in a calm tone, "Usually I'm not a person who loves to cry, but I was abandoned by the one I love, and then someone put a sharp sword in my throat. This happened in the same day. Two things, I really can't bear it." She looked down at the handkerchief, which was quite large, and there was a delicate pattern embroidered with silk thread on one corner. "It's beautiful!" Gray said softly.

"Never mind the little things, my soul is in crisis—and so is yours. I repeat, break your spell." Gradually regained consciousness. "I really don't know what you're talking about? I was crying so badly just now, and you came here uninvited in a weird costume, yelling at me, and you even carried a gun like that Weird famous sword, is this kind of behavior legal in the UK? I'm thinking about whether I should call the police!" "Legal?" said the man, staring at Gray's wrist. "Is that thing in your hand a clock? What kind of tricks are you wearing?"

"This is a watch, not a clock. My clothes are conservative and steady. They are specially worn for traveling to England. They belong to the upper class travel attire." He frowned and stared at her intently. "I can't understand a word of what you said. Are you a demon girl of that sect?" Gray spread his hands helplessly, then stood up.The man was much taller than her, with curly black hair reaching shoulder length, and a neatly trimmed mustache on his lips. "I'm neither a witch nor a member of medieval English drama. Now, I'm leaving. If you try to scare me with a sword again, don't let me scream until the windows are smashed. Return the handkerchief to you." , I'm sorry to get it wet, but I appreciate your generosity. Goodbye, and I hope your performance will be appreciated by the critics," she turned and walked out of the church. "At least, I have tasted everything I should experience, and nothing can scare me anymore!" She muttered to herself as she walked.

Coming to the telephone booth at the corner outside the door, Gray grabbed the receiver.At the moment, it is early morning in Maine, USA.The eldest sister, Lisa, answered the phone with a sleepy voice.The last thing Gray wants to face is this almost perfect Dajie. "Grey, is that you?" Lisa asked. "Are you okay? Maybe you're getting into trouble again?" She gritted her teeth. "Of course it's good, is Dad there?" Lisa yawned and said, "They're not here, they've gone up the mountain, I'll stay and watch the house, and catch up with a report by the way."

"Are you going to trade it for a Nobel Prize?" Lisa paused. "Okay! Gray, what happened? Could it be that you were dumped by that surgeon?" Gray smiled slightly. "Lisa, you really know how to joke. Robb, Geli, and I had a great time. We also watched a medieval play this morning. The performance is so good." Lisa pondered again for a while before speaking. "You liar, Five can hear it in your voice. What happened? Do you need money?" Gray just couldn't say the word "yes", "No! I don't need money!" She After much difficulty, I forced myself to say: "I just called to say hello, I hope your report is progressing smoothly, and I will contact you when you are free."

"Grey—" Lisa opened her mouth to speak. But Gray had already hung up the phone. She leaned against the phone booth, and tears rolled down her cheeks again. As a member of the Meng family, she had a natural pride, but she didn't have any assets or achievements that she could be proud of. , the three sisters in the family are all strong women: the eldest sister Lisa specializes in chemical research, the second sister Kailin is a professor of physics, the third sister Anne is a lawyer, and the youngest daughter in the family is a Meng family member. laughing stock. With tears in her eyes, she saw the man in the samurai costume coming out of the church and walking up the path leading to the gate of the courtyard. At this time, an English bus was speeding at fifty miles per hour.Gray stood up straight and knew intuitively that the man would definitely walk in front of the bus, so she ran towards the man, and the pastor of the church happened to come out from the backyard. Seeing this situation, he hastened his pace quickly.

Gray was the first to run to the "samurai," throwing her baseball-sliding skills at him, and the pair rolled toward the gravel path as the bus passed inches from them. . "Are you alright?" the pastor who caught up with him asked, and stretched out his hand to support Grey. "It should... be fine." Gray stood up and patted the dust off her body with her hands, "Are you okay?" She asked the man who fell to the ground. "Is that the door's chariot?" he asked. "There was no cart horse, and I didn't even hear it coming." Gray and the priest exchanged glances.

"I'm going to get a glass of water," said the pastor. "Wait a minute!" the man called. "What year is this?" "1988 A.D.," replied the pastor. Upon hearing this, the man fell to the ground like a deflated balloon. The pastor glanced at Lisa, "I'm going to pour water." After finishing speaking, he left. Gray held out his hand to the man, but he didn't appreciate it, and stood up on his own. "I think you should sit down first." Gray pointed to a bench by the low wall, and then took the lead and walked over to sit down. The man followed her every movement. "Sit here and don't run around, I'll go to the doctor." Gray got up and was about to walk away, but stopped because of the man's words. "I guess I'm probably dead." She looked back at him and thought: If this person is going to commit suicide, I can't leave him here alone. "Come with me." She said softly, "Let's find someone to help together." He didn't move. "What was that thing that almost hit me just now?" She sat back beside him.If this guy is really world-weary, maybe what he needs is someone to talk to. "Your accent sounds British, but it has a strange accent. Where are you from?" "I'm British. What the hell was that thing?" "Okay!" Gray sighed.Depending on the situation, she had no choice but to continue acting with him. "In English, that thing is called a car. Sir, I really have to go. Let's go in first and ask the priest to find a doctor for you, or we can call your mother." "My mother?" The man smiled slightly. "I'm afraid she is no longer in this world." "I'm sorry, did she pass away recently?" He looked up at the sky. "Dead for four hundred years." Gray was about to stand up. "I'm going to get someone to help me." The man grabbed his hand. "I was just now... sitting at my desk at home writing a letter to my mother, but I kept hearing a woman crying. Then, the room darkened, and I just felt that the world was spinning. In a blink of an eye, I found myself Standing in front of a woman—that's you." He stared at her intently. "Perhaps you've passed out suddenly and don't remember coming to church in this suit. Where do you live? I'll walk you back, shall I?" "When I wrote the letter before the first case, it was 1564 AD." Gray really can't do anything. "Come with me!" she said softly, as if coaxing a child who was standing on the edge of a cliff and wanted to jump off. "We can definitely find someone who can help you." Gray really can't do anything. "Come with me!" she said softly, as if coaxing a child who was standing on the edge of a cliff and wanted to jump off. "We can definitely find someone who can help you." The man stood up hesitantly, his azure blue eyes flickered sullenly, and Gray could not help but take a few steps back. "Miss, I'm not crazy. Although I don't know why and how I came here, I do know who I am and where I came from?" Suddenly, Gray couldn't help laughing. "You're from the sixteenth century, you belong to the time of Queen Elizabeth, don't you?" She stood up. "Your joke really worked, man, thanks! I'm going to call my sister now and ask her to send ten pounds as soon as possible, and then I'm going to take a car to the hotel where Robb is staying. go home." She turned around, but the man came and stood in front of her.He took out a leather pouch from his knickerbockers, looked into it, and then took out a few coins and stuffed them into Gray's hands. "Woman, take the ten pounds and go. It would be a good exchange for my ears to be quiet. I will pray to God to undo the spell you put on me." Gray really wanted to throw a coin in his face; but she didn't want to call her sister for help again. "That's right! I'm the evil witch Mengley. I have a broom. Why should I think about the train? I'll send the money to the priest and ask him to pass it on to you. Goodbye—in fact, I hope We'll never see each other again." After Gray finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the front yard of the church, just in time to catch a glimpse of the pastor walking towards the man with a glass of water.She thought to herself, let others deal with this weird guy!He!There may be boxes of costumes, and one day dressing up as an Elizabethan warrior may be America's Lincoln the next. Gray had no trouble finding the town's train station, and she came to the ticket window. "The fare is three pounds six," said the conductor behind the window. Gray had never understood British currency, and always felt that many different coins had the same face value.So she stuffed all the copper coins that the man gave her just now into the small window. "Is it enough?" The conductor looked at the three coins she handed in one by one, with a very cautious expression on his face. Then, he apologized and turned to enter the inner office. Seeing this scene, Gray couldn't help wondering, could it be counterfeit coins? A few minutes later, another person who appeared to be a supervisor came to the window. "Miss, we can't take this money, you'd better take it to see Muover, his shop is just around the corner on your right." "Will he give me these coppers in fare money?" "Probably will!" "Thank you!" Gray sighed, and after turning right, he came to a small shop with a sign saying: "Muover, Coin Dealer." A short, bald man was sitting behind the counter. Seeing Gray enter the door, he said, "What's your business, miss?" "The man at the train station asked me to come to you, and he said that I might be able to exchange this with you for the fare." The man took the coins and carefully looked at them one by one with a magnifying glass.After a while, he chuckled softly. "Train ticket! What a train ticket!" He raised his head. "Miss, I'll pay you five hundred pounds for each of these two coins; the other one is worth about five thousand pounds. However, I don't have that much cash on hand, so I have to call someone in London .Can you wait a few days?" Gray was speechless. "Five thousand pounds?" "Very well! Six thousand, not a shilling more." "me……" "Do you want to sell it or not? It's not from a wrong path, is it?" "Oh! No! At least I don't think so." Gray said softly, "But, before I sell them, I have to talk to someone about the money...is it real?" "Generally speaking, coins from the Middle Ages are not worth much, but these few are quite rare and in good condition, so I am willing to pay a high price for them. Do you still have them?" "Probably some more." "If you have one of those fifteen shilling pieces with the Queen on board, please do let me know. I can't afford them, but I can find a buyer for you." Gray nodded blankly, walked out of the small shop in a trance, and came back to the church, only to see the man kneeling in front of the stone tomb, bowing his head, clasping his hands, praying quietly. The pastor walked up to her and said, "He's been like this since you left. I can't persuade him to stand up. He has serious concerns. Are you friends?" "No, I just met him this morning, isn't he a local?" The pastor smiled. "The church members here rarely go out in armor." He glanced at his watch, "I have to go, please accompany him, okay? I really don't want to see him alone." Gray agreed, and after the pastor left, she quietly walked up to the man in front of Shimu and put her hand on his shoulder. "Who are you?" she asked softly. He did not open his eyes, nor did he open his hands. "I am Deniche, Earl of Shavik." It took Grey a few seconds to recall hearing the name there, and she glanced at Shi Mu, who clearly read: Denikel, Lord Shavik. She took a deep breath. "You probably don't have any ID?" He raised his head and stared at her with open eyes. "You doubt my words? Just rely on you, a witch? If I wasn't worried that I would be misunderstood as being related to a witch, I would definitely expose the fact that you are a witch, and I would see you burned to death with my own eyes." After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again and began to pray. Gray stood aside, feeling that all this made her speechless. After an unknown amount of time, Dai Nikai stood up slowly, staring intently at the woman in front of him.Her clothes and behavior were so weird that Nikai couldn't concentrate at all.She looked like a typical witch; at least, she was more beautiful than any woman Nikay had ever seen.Her long, unrestrained hair hung over her shoulders, and the skirt was ridiculously short, as if she wanted to use this to fascinate the gods in the sky and all living beings in the world. Nikai still didn't quite believe what happened before him. He was obviously writing a letter to his mother, begging her to come forward and make known her "new discovery" to the world in order to save the Dai family. The crying of a woman came to his ears endlessly, forcing him to put down the pen in his hand.Nikai got up and was about to call his servants to deal with it, but suddenly he felt that the world was splitting before his eyes, and he was in nothingness for an instant. One minute he didn't know where he was, and the next minute he was standing in a sunny church, even the clothes on his body were quite different. Nikai had always worn this exquisite armor only on a few important formal occasions. wear it. What he saw in front of his eyes was a woman crying sadly in front of the stone tomb. Because her face was hidden by her long hair, Nikai couldn't tell whether she was a girl or a woman. What surprised Nikai the most was the statue on the stone tomb. It was... himself. Nikai couldn't help but stop in amazement, staring at the name and date on the stone tomb in disbelief. The wicked witch!Why call him in at the most stressful time of his life?Nikai tried to explain to her that he had to go back, but she turned a deaf ear.This witch was eccentric and articulate; after she left, Nika was relieved, but he was almost hit by a strange chariot, which really caught him off guard, and he was unconsciously caught by this Could it be his fate to bring a demon girl back to the church?Doomed to die alone in a strange place... a strange era? Nikai managed to find out that the witch was going to beg for money from him. Her appetite was really big, and she offered ten pounds as soon as she asked. After the witch left with the money, he returned to the stone tomb and knelt down. He must go back! If-he died on September 6, 1564, it means that he never proved his innocence.Nikai prayed with all his heart, hoping to move God with his sincerity, so that he could return to his own time in time to save the Dai family. Yet as he prayed, certain sentences kept coming to his mind: The key is this woman, you have to figure it out. Opening his eyes, Nika found that she came back again, complaining frequently about the three coins Nika gave her just now. "Who are you?" Gray asked with a frown, "Also, where did you get the money? Did you steal it?" "No ma'am, that's my money!" "I can't have these coins," she said. "Great value!" "Isn't that enough to pay for what you need?" Seeing that the other party had no intention of taking back the three coins, Gray placed them beside the stone tomb. "I appreciate your kindness, thank you, I will find another way." Gray turned to leave. "Ma'am, wait a minute!" Grey clenched her hands into fists, her emotions messed up by this guy, she turned sharply to face him. "My lord, I know you have troubles, I mean, maybe you've bumped your head, so you don't remember who you are? But ┴ it's not a problem, frankly, I have enough troubles, I have no money, no money Hungry, with no one in the country, not sure where to stay because I can't afford a hotel." "Me too!" said the man. Gray sighed. "After getting out of this church, turn right—be careful of the cars coming on both sides—pass two streets, and then turn left to the train station. Three streets away from the train station, there is a small shop dealing in ancient coins. Give these coins to the owner, and he will give you a lot of money. You might as well buy some clothes, live in a luxurious and comfortable hotel, and take a nice hot bath. I dare to see that your memory will be restored soon. " Nikki stared at her blankly.I thought: Does this woman speak English?What is "a street"?What is "ancient coin trading"? Seeing his bewildered expression, she sighed helplessly again. "Okay! Come with me, I'll tell you how to get there?" Nikai obediently stood behind her without saying a word.Then, just as he walked out of the church gate, he was petrified by the sight in front of him. Gray took a few steps forward before realizing that the man hadn't followed.She looked back to see him gaping at a young woman across the street.The young lady's outfit is quite fashionable: black high heels, black stockings, black mini leather skirt, and a loose black sweater, and the short hair is sprayed with red and purple colors. Gray smiled slightly. Even ordinary people would be amazed by this kind of outfit, let alone a person who thought he came from the sixteenth century. "Let's go!" she said in a calm and gentle tone. "It's not bad. You should go and see those people at the rock concert." When she came to the phone booth, Gray explained to him again how to get to the ancient coin dealer, but what frustrates her is that he has no intention of leaving at all. "Please go away, please?" Gray said in a begging tone, but the other party didn't move. "If it's a game of encounters that the British play, I'm not interested because I already have a boyfriend. In fact, I'm about to call him and he'll pick me up right away." The man said nothing, just watched Gray dial the phone with wide-eyed, rather curious eyes.Gray asked the operator to make a collect call for Robb at the hotel; a few moments later the operator told her that Robb and his daughter had checked out an hour earlier. She leaned helplessly on the phone. "What is this thing?" the man asked, "You talk to it?" "Please don't bother me, can you?" Gray almost growled, venting all the grievances in his stomach on him.Then, she grabbed the phone and looked up the phone number of the hotel where Robb would be staying at the next stop on the itinerary.However, after the call was made, the hotel switchboard told her that Mr. Wellough called to cancel the reservation a few minutes ago. Gray was like a defeated rooster, with tears welling up in his eyes. "Where is my golden warrior?" she choked out. "Bad news?" the man asked. She straightened up. "Looking at the situation, I seem to have been abandoned." She whispered, but fixed her eyes on him. "I also seemed to have lost everything," he said. "Someone around here must recognize you. Maybe, you should go to the post office to try your luck." "post office?" She really didn't know what to do with him? "Come on! I'll take you to the ancient coin trading shop to exchange money." The two walked side by side, and the British on the road didn't even look at them at all.It is a pity that a bus full of Japanese tourists stopped at the side of the road at this time, and in a blink of an eye, the sound of "clicking" from the camera was heard one after another. Nikai drew out his long sword and took a big step forward. The tourists screamed and avoided or huddled together, but the sound of pressing the shutter was still heard endlessly. She had no choice but to rush forward to block the woman, and the tip of the sword cut through her shirt sleeve.Grey's arm was oozing blood, and she was so frightened by the sudden pain that she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Nanzi, who was holding a sword, picked her up and walked quickly to the sidewalk next to her. Nikai gently put down the woman in his arms, but he had thousands of questions in his mind. Could it be that nobles are allowed to be insulted wantonly in this era?What is that weird black box?Who are those short devils? Nikai didn't ask those questions, though; because, he could sense, the woman didn't like him asking them. "Ma'am, you're hurt!" "It's just a little flesh wound, it doesn't matter." Gray imitated the tone of the western cowboy on TV, but the other party not only didn't smile, but showed an embarrassing expression. "It's okay!" Gray glanced at the wound on his arm, then took out a tissue from his skirt pocket and pressed it on the wound, "The ancient coin trading shop is right in front." When Gray stepped into the small shop, the bald shopkeeper greeted her warmly with a smile, "I was hoping to see you again, I—" Seeing Niki behind her, the bald man was speechless Also, he stepped forward, carefully studied Nikai's clothing with a magnifying glass, and kept exclaiming "um-um".The jewels inlaid on the hilt of Nikijan’s sword, the dagger on the belt, the embroidery on the socks on the knees, the delicate weaving of the stockings, and the pair of hand-crafted soft ties are all imprinted in the shopkeeper’s mind. deep impression. Finally, the shopkeeper straightened up and took a few steps back. "Brilliant! I've never seen so many treasures in my life. I'll have to ask the jeweler next door to come over and have a look." "You're not allowed to do that!" Nikai said angrily. "You expect me to wait here all day, and then be looked at by you like a pig at an exhibition? If I don't care about this deal, I will find another Gao Ming!" "Yes! Yes! Sir." The bald shopkeeper said submissively, and hurried to the back of the counter. Only then did Gray realize that she shrank and hid aside.When the man in armor gave orders, he exuded an inexplicable majesty, enough to make anyone obey him.He dropped the bag of coins and walked to the window.Gray came to the bald shop and asked in a low voice, "What do you see in him?" The bald shopkeeper glanced at Nikai's back. His armor was made of sterling silver with golden patterns inlaid on it. The emeralds on the hilt were priceless, and the rubies and diamond rings on his fingers were also quite valuable.He looked at Grey. "That costume did cost a fortune, ouch! My God!" he exclaimed, picking up a coin. "This is it!" "A coin with the Queen sitting on a boat?" "Exactly!" He held the coin with an almost pious attitude, "The buyer can definitely find it, but I'm afraid it will take a few days to inspect it." Gray took the coin back and put it into the drawer along with the others, leaving only a copper plate on the counter. "You said it was worth five hundred pounds." "What about the others?" "I want... let's think about it." The shopkeeper went inside and handed Gray five hundred pounds when he came out. "If you change your mind, please come to me anytime, I am very happy to help you two." When Gray and Nikai stepped out of the store, the bald storekeeper said loudly behind them. Coming to the street, Gray stopped and handed a bag of coins and a stack of banknotes to Nidai. "I sold a copper coin for five hundred pounds, and the rest of the copper coins are also very valuable. In fact, every piece of clothing you wear is worth enough to pay a king's ransom." "I'm just an earl, not a king," said Nikai, staring at the banknotes in his hand with interest. Gray squinted closer to his armor. "Is this really made of sterling silver? Are those golden patterns really gold?" "Ma'am, I am not destitute." "It doesn't look like it either." Gray stepped back. "I've got to go." Her mind was full of what to do next, she was broke, and Robb and Gerry were gone. "Would you help me choose?" said the man. "Sorry, I didn't hear what you said." The man's expression seemed a little embarrassed, as if it was difficult to say what he wanted to say.He swallowed hard once. "Please help me shop for clothes and find a hotel where I can stay, okay? I will pay you." Gray misses a few seconds before he catches on. "Are you trying to give me a job?" "good!" "I don't need a job, what I need is..." She couldn't continue, she turned her face away quickly, but hot tears flowed down my cheeks. "money?" She turned around startled. "No! Yes! Maybe it's money that I need. Besides, I've got to find Robb and explain it all to him." "If you are willing to help me, I can pay you." Gray looked up at each other, feeling extremely conflicted.There was a deep sense of loss in that person's eyes, which made Grey feel distressed. If he is really a person who has lost his memory, should she leave it alone?What's more, what other choice does Grey have? "Okay!" she said suddenly. "Anyway, it's not bad for this day. I'm only responsible for helping you buy clothes and find a place to live. I charge fifty yuan." This money should be enough for her to pay for tonight's accommodation and tomorrow's breakfast. After that, She believed she should be able to muster up the courage to call Lisa for help. Nikai swallowed his anger and nodded stiffly at her.Of course he could understand what the woman was saying; but until he figured out how to return to his own time, he had to find a way to keep her with him.As soon as he could go back, Nika was happy to leave the demon girl behind. "Clothes," she said; "we'll go buy your clothes first, and then we'll find a shop and sit down for a cup of tea." "Tea? What is tea?" Gray stopped in surprise. This guy is British, but he doesn't know what tea is?