In my previous life, I had traveled abroad to Milan.

I also visited some of the ancient buildings that were preserved in the Western Middle Ages.

The huge stove, the bellows next to it, and the iron scattered on the ground all rushed to convey to him that it was a blacksmith's shop.

Judging by the boy's dress, he should be a little blacksmith.

As can be seen from the calendar, it is now 1506, and the general environment is probably the Middle Ages, when technology was not developed, based on the construction of houses and the process of striking iron, as well as the time of the project.

After brewing for a long time, licking his chapped lips, Morgan deliberately vaguely said weakly: "Water...... Water ......"

Morgan only said one word, and he knew that if he said too much, he would lose it, and even if he rehearsed it in his mind several times, it was still different from the pronunciation of others in his memory.

When the boy heard the voice, he hurriedly put down the bowl full of fish soup, took a cup of cold water, lifted his head and fed him to drink.

People in this world may not be accustomed to being cold and white; Water, it's cold.

"You're awake!"

The boy's face was full of joy, and he could feel his full sense of accomplishment, and he felt happy to save a life, and this sense of accomplishment was stronger than raising a flower, putting together a puzzle of 3,000 pieces, or getting praise from a teacher.

Morgan opened his drooping eyelids a slit, cracked the corners of his mouth and smiled weakly:

"Thank you, good boy, for saving my life."

"I guess your accent isn't local, but I'm glad you met me;

You don't know how cold it is out there, and if I hadn't gone fishing, you'd have died in the ocean!

At that time, you were half exposed to the sea, clinging to a reef with your hair scattered, and I thought it was a mermaid. ”

After being reminded by the teenager, Morgan remembered to get a glimpse of his face.

Through the glass mirror at the head of the bed, he saw a pale and sickly iceberg face.

Perhaps due to malnutrition or excessive blood loss, his face was extremely thin and angular.

As cold and perfect as a marble statue carved by a carver, his long flowing and shining golden hair makes him look like a handsome god in Western mythology.

If his face were to be compared to a work of art, it would be the work of Michelangelo, the most illustrious of all.

Morgan was not surprised, this face was compared with his young self in his previous life, and he was more inclined to the relatively soft lines of the Dongfeng aesthetic in his previous life.

He is not a person who pays attention to appearance, and his life has always been based on strength rather than appearance.

Morgan thanked the boy again, and the other party did not have much depth, and it could even be said that it was simple.

Putting aside all the rhetoric he had just thought of, he said:

"When I was drifting on the sea, I was hit on the head by a reef, and now my memory is confused, I can't remember many things, I can't even speak clearly, and I don't know where this place is."

"Speaking of which, you are really fatal, not only was there such a long scar on your chest, but your head was actually hit!

You've been in a coma with me for three days, and I thought you were dead. The boy said.

"You are such a valiant and kind and zealous and intelligent man, please tell me your name, benefactor!"

The young man's face turned red, he seemed to be rarely praised so bluntly, and scratched his head embarrassedly: "Oh, yes;

Here is Mount Gorpo, with the sea in front of it, and on the back of the mountain is a huge garbage dump, and we are on the mountainside; My name is Gawain. ”

"Lancelot.· Gawain. ”

"Gorbo mountains, sea, giant garbage dump, three days in a coma."

A place you have never heard of at all, not a world you know! Morgan quickly analyzes useful information in his head.

"Also, there are so many different worlds in this universe, and even the Avengers, which has been on fire recently, have countless parallel worlds, not to mention others.

Places that haven't been heard of couldn't be more normal. ”

Morgan looked confused and continued, "Is there a doctor here?" My wound hurt terribly. ”

The suitable temperature in the room caused the huge wound on the chest to decay extremely quickly, and many places had suppurated, emitting bursts of foul odor unscrupulously.

If he didn't clean up and disinfect in time, he might have to leave again before he could see the world.

Gawain scratched his hard black hair and thought for a moment, "There are doctors, but they won't come!"

It's an outlawless place, and a doctor in high society wouldn't set foot here. “

"It's a country with obvious classes, and I hate classes." Morgan cursed to himself.

"Are you a blacksmith? Can you give me a sharp knife, preferably with a high-temperature charcoal fire? ”

In a few moments, Morgan held a delicate, sharp dagger, which had just been calcined red by the heat, and had cooled by this time.

Morgan was born in special warfare in his previous life, and climbed to that position in his previous life step by step with countless exploits.

In addition to absolute combat effectiveness, it is also necessary to have a strong physique, strong perseverance and long-lasting endurance.

Emergency medical care and self-rescue skills are also the basics they learn.

Propping up his weak body, Morgan leaned against the head of the bed.

The knife cut off pieces of rotten and smelly flesh buds, and milky white pus flowed down the groin.

Many times he almost fainted in pain, but finally he survived again and again without a single wail.

After clearing the last bruises, bright red blood oozed from the flesh, and Morgan asked for a bottle of high white wine to pour on the wound, and the painful teeth and flowers were completely exposed.

It was simply torture, and the young Gawain couldn't close his mouth as he watched from the side.

He's lived so long, but he'd never seen a battle.

"Whew!"

Morgan sighed and asked Gawain to bandage himself with white gauze, but luckily the hut was gauze.

Gao Wen, who often strikes iron, sometimes inevitably suffers bruises, and sometimes hot coal and iron splash on his body and need to be bandaged in time, and the house is always prepared.

Gawain carefully wrapped the gauze around it, and when he saw Morgan's back, he stretched out his big hand and touched it curiously.

"What's wrong?"

"Your tattoo is very strange and exquisite!" Gawain rubbed his back and said curiously.

According to the marks made by the opponent's hand, it should be a tattoo that occupies a third of the back.

There was a slight pain in the head, and a huge amount of information came to my head.

With "tattoo" as the keyword, it seems to have once again opened the memory fragments of the original owner's subconscious.

On the sunny shore, a handsome teenager is sunbathing with a dog's tail grass.

He feels that life is comfortable and beautiful, and although he is sometimes hungry, everyone likes him and will always pick out some food for him in his tight daily life.

In this way, he ate a hundred family meals until he was ten years old.

But the peaceful life of the town is interrupted by a big ship!

War! Grab! Adultery! Slaughter!

Those who dared to resist did not survive, and the already not rich village was looted!

This is the pirates! It makes people hate pirates.

The men who go out to fish every day before the sun rises above the sea, the kind women who give him half of it even if they can't eat enough, all end up in life and death because of the presence of these people!

At the age of ten, Barcelon Romuel Morgan was soon targeted by thieves, and he was taken captive and sold as slaves by underage girls!

It can be said that the pirates changed the rest of Morgan's life.

If the previous plunder was a nightmare, the hellish life that follows has just begun!

At the auction house, he was bought by a high-ranking nobleman known as the "Celestial Dragon", and then the slave exclusive mark of "Tianxiang Dragon's Hoof" was printed on his back!

The rest of life is endless abuse in all its forms!

From the most basic whips, candles, and chains!

Later, he fed him all kinds of strange things in a frenzy, just to see his funny reaction after eating.

They were tethered like animals and taken for others to see, sometimes even stripped of their clothes to cover their bodies.

They were madly jealous of Morgan's beauty, obviously they were the purest blood Draconian, why was he born as ugly as a pig, why did Morgan, a lowly slave, have such a face?

They are greedy and capricious.

Privately, they regarded possession of a handsome slave like Morgan as a bragging rights.

There are many more pictures that cannot be detailed, and Qi Mouwei has experienced them in his mind.

Memory fragments end up in endless abuse.

Even the professionalism in the special operations unit over the years in his previous life made his hairs stand on end, and he shuddered! The body involuntarily trembled with fear.

The world is simply full of darkness and madness, and it is simply a sin for ordinary people to live.

Blood oozed from the wound under the bandage on his chest, and he didn't know it.

His hands were clenched so tightly that he felt like he couldn't breathe.