12 Tulip Road, Little Whinging, Surrey County.

"Whew, whew. ”

Gawain exhaled softly, carefully removed the orange enamel pot in front of him from the oven, and carefully opened the lid. Rao was wearing thick kitchen gloves, and he could also feel the blazing heat coming from the pot made of cast iron.

"For God's sake, it's Miss Julia's recipe. Although the French are unreliable, at least this dish didn't cost me half a day's toss. ”

He muttered to himself, as if he was lamenting the results of his efforts.

And he does have reason to be satisfied, too.

- Inside the pot are beef, simmered for hours, with a mouth-watering aroma of red wine, beef stock, tomatoes and lots of fresh herbs. Even the carrots that serve as a side dish are ripe and soaked in the aroma of gravy.

The joy of the food, and the pleasure of cooking with his own hands, even partially offset the frustration of Gawain when he woke up in the morning.

Boeuf Bourguignon, one of the most classic and strenuous French dishes, couldn't have been better as a gift for his 11th birthday.

"Thanks to Colin for his selfless patronage, but he should have liked this dish too, after all, Irasu and Romani Conti are still well hidden. ”

Gawain took a spoonful of the soup and sighed after tasting it. Although he is not a Michelin-starred chef and the ingredients he uses come from the market near his home, he has no advantage other than freshness, but he dares to say that the pot of beef is worth at least 500 pounds.

Thinking of this, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the wine bottles that lay beside the stove with less than half of them left.

Watson Romani Grand Cru at Henry Jay Winery, 1986, from the dark compartment on the back of Gawain's father Colin's wine cabinet. There, there are several other bottles of equally famous red wine, all of which Colin bought with his hard-earned "private money" but was reluctant to drink.

To celebrate Gawain's success in getting an offer from Eton College, Colin generously granted Gawain's wish to choose a random red wine from the wine cabinet to use as an ingredient for this red wine beef stew.

But what Colin definitely didn't expect was that Gawain had already discovered the secret compartment on the back of his wine cabinet, and was ready to make full use of his promise as a "revenge" for the other party's last joke.

"It's a pleasure to make good food, and it's a pleasure to take revenge on Colin, but why don't I feel happy enough when you add up?

Gawain poured the beef from the pot into the already prepared container along with the soup and began to prepare the shallots and mushrooms as a side dish.

He recalled that damn bizarre dream this morning. It was walking in a long passageway, which was so dark that not even a glimmer of light could be seen.

The floor was paved with smooth masonry, and he could clearly feel the fine lines on it when he was barefoot.

There was no movement in my ears except for my own breathing and heartbeat. But he just had a feeling that there was a figure in front of him.

A smiling figure.

And he was approaching him.

Gawain didn't know how long he had been gone, but just as he felt he was getting closer, the passage suddenly became as bright as day, and the man smiled at him, opened his mouth, and said something.

Then Gawain suddenly woke up.

Woke up with tears streaming down his face.

But he didn't know why, he didn't even remember the face of the figure and what he said, obviously the picture existed in his mind.

"Whatever that person wants to say, it must be a very sad thing. ”

Gawain muttered to himself, scratched his head again, and poured his energy into the mushroom in front of him. It was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and Colin White and Elsa White, his mother, could come back at any moment.

Today is Gawain's birthday, and it's also the party time he and the two workaholics have already made an appointment. My mother was a resident doctor at the hospital, and my father worked in what seemed to be a high-end job in finance for one square mile.

Gawain has long been accustomed to taking care of himself, and by the way, he has to take care of the lives of two adults.

He had nothing to complain about, for his parents, though inexperienced, had taken the greatest possible care of him, and had educated themselves to the best of their ability.

"Except for some of Colin's 'hobbies'. ”

Gawain pursed his lips and slid the pan with a small piece of butter, then put the smallly cut mushrooms into the pan, allowing the remaining gravy in the pan to dye the mushrooms a slightly sticky burnt yellow.

By the early hours of the morning, he was 11 years old.

Perhaps because he inherited the excellent genes of his father and mother, Gawain considered himself "handsome".

His short pale blonde hair, fair skin, at least a healthy physique, and the name of the hero earned him the nickname "White Knight" among some of the school's little girls.

Although he himself always felt a subtle rejection of the nickname, his exemplary performance in school eventually earned him recognition from Eton College, one of the best secondary schools in the UK.

Unlike most of his peers, Gawain always had a clear plan for his future. His goal was to go to a well-known university, and after having a foundation of academic qualifications, he was admitted to Gerry College and become a barrister.

It's not easy.

But Gawain is confident that he will continue on this path of excellence.

"Click", the sound of the key inserting into the gate and spinning interrupted Gawain's thoughts, and he turned the stove to a small fire, stepped down from the small table, and took off his gloves to welcome Elsa back.

"So, what did that man say?"

A smile unconsciously hung on the corner of Gawain's mouth, and he thought of that somewhat weird nightmare for the first time.

But this time it was different, he suddenly remembered the shape of the man's mouth.

“Khronos.. ？”

Gawain read it out subconsciously.

Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong.

The world seemed to stand still, whether it was melodious music on the gramophone or white steam rising from the pot, it was as if it were doing slow motion. He felt a rush of heat rush out of his heart, quickly passing through his limbs.

The heart was beating violently, the blood was flowing rapidly, and the breathing was getting hot.

"What's going on?"

Gawain stretched out his right hand and reached for the water cup on the table, but he didn't expect that the water cup flew directly into his hand.

"Bang", the glass shattered, shattering his palm, and a slight pain came. A deep tiredness welled up in Gawain's mind, and an irrepressible darkness descended suddenly.

In the moment before falling asleep, he seemed to see a completely incomprehensible vision.

- It was a gray tiger striped shorthair.

It... It seems like...

Turned into a human?

PS: Please note that this is not a traverser perspective... It's really not... The noun and part of the evidence process are posted in the paragraph, and there are surprises when you click on it.