Nine times out of ten, martial arts masters don't have much concept of the passage of time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWhen the man woke up leisurely again, it was already dusk.

The only window is east-facing, so the setting sun doesn't add anything special to the room. Still, the room was bright, with four strangely shaped wind lamps hanging in the four empty corners of the wall, and every object in the room was illuminated by them. With the exception of the color of light—a deep and imperceptible blue interspersed with a blazing white light—all the lighting properties of this wind lamp resemble those of modern lamps on earth.

Of course, there are several more people in the room, or rather, "foreigners".

Perhaps because of the aura, the one who attracted the most attention was a middle-aged man who stood more partially. It was a typical white handsome old guy, with chestnut hair, a big back, and a thick beard of the same color under the chin, very neatly groomed. He is quite tall and richly dressed. With his hands behind his back and his mouth pursed, a graceful bearing of a superior person came to his face.

To the left of the middle-aged man is a younger version of him. Although the clothing, hairstyle, beard and many other aspects are very different, outsiders can still know at a glance that the two are definitely father and son. Their similarity is not only in facial features, but also in the high degree of overlap in demeanor and demeanor. Of course, the young man is young after all, and even if he tries his best to imitate it, he still fails to have a bearing similar to his father after all. Eventually, however, there was a well-educated gentlemanly demeanor that spilled out of his gentle smile.

Closer, closer to the bed, there are old and young. They all wore a white coat with a special pattern, and the overall image was like that of a doctor or a scientific researcher on Earth. And they were indeed doing research, each carrying some strange instruments in their hands, fiddling around, as if they were measuring something. Seeing that the man on the bed of the subject of the test suddenly woke up, the two of them invariably showed a sneer, hurriedly put away many instruments, and then retreated some distance.

These two awkward fellows are Frank and his teacher Osma.

The man on the bed calmly watched their movements, without saying anything. In fact, he recognized Frank immediately, naturally because he was particularly impressed by the fact that he was the first human he had seen since he came to this world. At the same time, for the same reason, he immediately judged the relationship between Frank and the two men before him: father and son, and brother.

Compared with his father and brother, this one is particularly detached and simple. His gaze never left the body of the man on the bed, and the sense of curiosity and desire to explore inside was so strong and ****, without any concealment at all.

As for the other half-centenarian with a goatee, he was smiling kindly with his beard at the moment, but the man on the bed was keenly aware that behind the warm smile, there was a unique reserve and pride.

The man has a lot to say about this, and he has received similar feelings many times—whenever he meets some big person. In short, this is a temperament that belongs only to grandmasters, and it is rooted in the superb skills or great achievements achieved by oneself, and a supreme self-confidence is naturally generated, and there is an idiom in Chinese, Yuanyu Yuezhi, which describes this feeling.

The man observed repeatedly, but after all, he couldn't see where the old man was so powerful, out of caution and confidence in his own vision, he didn't dare to underestimate this smiling and groaning at all, and after taking off the white coat on the outside, his temperament was more like an aristocratic old man than an old man who was a research-oriented scholar.

Finally, there is the lady who is the farthest away, standing in the far corner.

Judging from her appearance, she must also be the direct family member of the father and son. To be honest, this face is not suitable for a woman, and the overly tough facial contours make it difficult to associate it with classic beauties, and can only be described as "good-looking", "handsome", "individual", etc.

Her personality is probably inseparable from a small range constructed by words such as cheerful, lively, fierce, pungent and irritable, in other words, in other words, this girl is likely to be a man's wife.

This can be seen from her healthy complexion as brilliant as wheat, the obvious ups and downs that can only be seen after years of training, the very close-fitting knight's casual clothes that are easy to move on her body, and the sharp sword hanging from her waist.

Of course, the most conspicuous thing is the demeanor.

At this time, the chestnut-haired girl who was standing obliquely with a pair of long legs stretched out against the wall with her hands on her chest, don't turn her head and look at the man on the bed with a straight face, but it is full of vigilance, disdain, suspicion and other negative elements, and even, there is a little provocation in it, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the eyes that a soft girl should have.

The man on the bed glanced around calmly, and after recognizing everyone's faces, he continued to sit calmly in place, silent—he really didn't know what to say now.

For a while, the two parties fell into an embarrassing situation of staring at each other.

In the end, the old man was more open, and Archmage Osma coughed lightly, taking the lead in breaking the indescribable awkward atmosphere in the living room.

"Good night, dear sir, I am glad to see you!"

A very standard greeting for the first time, accompanied by an old face with a particularly bright smile. Such a strict set of etiquette will seep a trace of comical feeling for no reason, seeing this scene, Frank can't help but look away and chuckle, this action immediately attracted his brother's laughter and scolding. And the middle-aged man and the girl next to him couldn't help but smile.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly comes alive.

A group of natives of the original plane waited expectantly for the reaction of the absolute foreigner.

The man on the bed was still calm, but no longer maddening. He pointed to his ears, then spread his hands and shrugged.

Although the two sides do not belong to the same world, the meaning of some simple actions is still the same, and the "natives" immediately guessed the meaning of this series of actions of the "foreigner".

Language barrier!

"****! I even ignored such an important point!" Osma looked frustrated, "but it doesn't matter!"

He raised his hand, spun around in place, signaled that he had no ill intentions, and walked towards the man on the bed. The latter remained very calm, waiting peacefully for Osma to come to his side, and as instructed by the other, he stretched out one of his palms.

Osma kept smiling, and didn't see any big movements, just reached out and waved at will, and a necklace with a large orange spar appeared in the man's palm.

The man followed Osma's instructions and held the orange spar tightly in his palm.

"Hello, how are you?......" Osma said tentatively, "how's that?

His words fell, and the meaning of these words came to the man's mind.

Oh, the translator, it's amazing!

The man looked at the necklace in his hand with some surprise, but he didn't expect that such a gadget could unconditionally allow two strangers belonging to different planes to communicate smoothly. Although it has to wait until the end of a sentence to deliver the meaning to the receiver, the actual use of the efficiency is a little low, but after all, this is a qualitative change from inability to ability!

Terrible~!

The man sighed again in his heart, then nodded to Osma and gave an affirmative feedback.

"Hey~hey~!" Osma smugly brushed her goatee, and the rest of the people all showed varying degrees of excitement, except for the girl standing in the corner.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock in the room.

After three rings, another man on the bed walked in, no doubt the chief of the guard, Vokar.

Vokal glanced at the man on the bed with some surprise, and without saying a word, he walked up to the graceful middle-aged man and whispered in his ear.

This private report is very short, only three or five sentences, but the shock contained in it must not be low, the middle-aged man's face immediately changed after listening to it, and a rare smile was replaced by solemnity almost in an instant. He hastily confessed to his guests, instructed his two sons to be well entertained, and then frowned and hurried away with the captain of the guard, Volkar.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the living room inevitably re-stagnated.

Seeing that everyone else had suspicious and blank expressions, the man felt the need to say something. He got out of bed, walked to the table, took his clothes, turned around, pointed to the beads of sweat on his body that had not yet dried, and smiled gently: "I think what I need most now is a bucket of water." ”

"Oh, oh! this is our faux pas," replied Frank's brother apologetically, "please, the bathroom is not far away." The servants have everything ready!"

Bathing is a breezy enough thing for a normal man without any quirks, although soaking in the more luxurious bath in the center of this luxurious bathroom is undoubtedly an extremely comfortable and supreme pleasure, and the man is not willing to delay it too much. It didn't take long for him to clean himself up, get out of the luxurious bath, dry himself, and put on his clothes again.

The owner of this room had actually prepared a number of outfits for him, but he was not willing to try them anyway, because the somewhat unique, somewhat bizarre, and somewhat pompous style of dress of the medieval European aristocracy was not easily acceptable to a modern person in the past.

Barely combed a bun, and then fixed it with a wooden hairpin, the movement that had always been quite coherent came to an abrupt end.

The man stared straight at the mirror, his eyes filled with sadness.

"How long has it been since I've combed my own hair?"

"Ah Xuan......"

The man walked out of the bathroom.

Now he is like the image of a swordsman in a brocade robe, but the clothes on his body are too shabby. His garments, which were just ordinary fabrics, had been torn after a fierce battle with the ancient stone worms, and although the owner had arranged for skilled tailors to do their best to mend them, no amount of skill could restore the torn garments to their original brilliance.

There were only two people waiting outside the bathroom, Frank and his brother, Archmage Osma, who had made their way back to their quarters, where the waiting meeting would take place, and the girl who had been putting on a foul face had already left.

The two brothers' faces were a little gloomy, and they had already learned through the servants what kind of trouble their father was facing, and judging by their expressions, it must have taken a lot of effort to solve.

Seeing the man coming, the two people, who had been well educated since childhood, immediately gathered the gloom on their faces, showed a personable gentlemanly smile, and greeted them.

"Sir, are you satisfied?"

"Impeccably clean. The man struggled to squeeze out an imperceptible smile, paused, and added, "Flattered." ”

"Your satisfaction is our pleasure. Frank smiled and raised his hand to make a leading gesture, "Please come with me, my teacher is waiting for you in his study." ”