MTL - He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts-Chapter 50 Old days afterimage (1)

The next day, Countess Hohenems visited again at the appointed time. This time, besides the maid, she also brought a male bodyguard.

Mr. Thales invited her into a special "treatment room" - this room was cleaned up overnight last night, and it was originally a storage room. Mr. Thales instructed his two apprentices to move out the sundries and move in a single bed, then placed a bunch of candles in the corner of the wall in a mysterious way, and drew a few useless magic circles. So the storage room was transformed into a special treatment room for psychics.

"Please lie on this bed, ma'am." Mr. Telles pointed to the single bed.

"Can my servants stay with me?" the countess was a little uneasy.

"Of course, ma'am. You will be more relaxed and my spells will be easier to cast with someone close to you."

The maid hurriedly patted the pillow and helped the countess to lie down. The male bodyguard stood nervously on the other side of the bed. He pressed his waist from beginning to end, and Duan Feizhuo guessed that he might be carrying a gun. Once everyone present tried to harm the countess, he would shoot everyone at once.

Mr Telles closed the door. He stood on the left side of the countess, and asked Duan Feizhuo to stand on the right side.

"Now I'm going to hypnotize you, ma'am. You don't think about anything, you don't do anything, you will feel more and more sleepy..."

Mr. Thales took out a crystal pendulum and dangled it on top of the Countess's head, as if trying to hypnotize her.

But Duan Feizhuo knew that this was all for others to see. To hypnotize a man, Mr. Thales needs only to snap his fingers. The reason why he spent so much effort on pendulum hypnosis is to cater to ordinary people's impression of him as a "psychic medium". If the psychic does not do this, people will doubt his reliability.

Soon the countess fell into a drowsiness. Her breathing gradually stabilized, her body slowly relaxed, and she fell asleep.

Mr. Thales put away his pendulum, and winked at Duan Feizhuo. It's your turn.

Yesterday, Mr. Thales taught Duan Feizhuo the secret art of spying on other people's dreams.

This secret technique is not difficult to say, but it is not simple to say simple. You only need to synchronize your spirit with the subject, and you can enter the other party's spiritual world. But the difficulty is that the subject will always have resistance to the secret art of spying on the spirit, so it is generally hypnotized during the operation to reduce the resistance.

The countess had fallen into a deep sleep now, and it was almost impossible to resist the occult. Duan Feizhuo moved to the head of the bed, looked down at the Countess's sleeping face, then pressed her temples with both hands, closed her eyes, and activated the secret technique.

This feeling is very similar to activating the ability of spiritual vision, except that what the spiritual vision ability observes is the "outer world", while the spying spirit observes the "inner world". Duan Feizhuo is already very good at spiritual vision, so spying on spirits is no problem for him.

He dived into the depths of the countess' will. Soon he fell to the ground.

This should be the Countess' dream. There is a green grassy field at the foot, and a beautiful mansion stands in the distance. A young girl is sitting sideways on the saddle, riding the horse galloping, her long hair fluttering behind her, she is as happy as a little fairy in the countryside.

Duan Feizhuo walked towards the girl. She should be the Countess in her youth, right? This is her memory, of course they cannot see Duan Feizhuo, so he can observe the surrounding scene freely.

A middle-aged couple stood in the distance and watched her silently. The horse galloped to a fence and was about to collide with it. The middle-aged couple covered their mouths in unison.

At this time, the girl picked up the reins, and the horse leaped high and leaped over the fence lightly.

The girl laughed loudly and looked at the middle-aged couple, "Mom and Dad, how do you see me doing?"

Her mother scolded, "It's too dangerous! You are not allowed to do this kind of thing in the future!"

"But I succeeded!" the girl said coquettishly.

"Come down quickly! Your luggage hasn't been packed yet! Tomorrow we're going to Vienna, have you forgotten?"

"My sister went on a blind date, why should I go too, it's so boring." The girl pouted.

"That's your cousin too! Why don't you go and see him?"

Then, the scene changed. The verdant fields turned into a magnificent palace, the girl was dressed in splendid attire and a luxurious crown, and a handsome young man was holding her hand. The rings on their ring fingers sparkled.

Standing in front of them is a bishop. He raised his hand and said solemnly, "I declare that you are officially married."

The girl and the man looked at each other and smiled. The crowd watching the ceremony in the palace burst into earth-shattering cheers.

Duan Feizhuo was also standing in the crowd. He is like a ghost, and people keep passing through his body. Fortunately, he felt nothing.

This should be the Countess's wedding, right? It's just that it seems a bit unusual for an earl's wedding to be so grand.

The scene changed again, and this time the countess was lying on the bed, her long hair covered the pillow, her face was pale, as if she was seriously ill.

A maid came in with a small swaddle, and the Countess immediately smiled and held out her hand to her.

The maid handed the swaddling clothes to the countess. A pink and tender little hand was exposed from the swaddle. The countess squeezed the little hand and kissed the baby's face.

Compared with the previous scene, the countess at this time is older, perhaps because she became a mother, the childishness of a girl in her has faded, and she has a more maternal brilliance.

really weird. Duan Feizhuo thought to himself. This was indeed the Countess's dream, but hadn't she been haunted by nightmares? However, what he saw did not match the nightmare at all.

Carefree Girls' Generation, a grand and luxurious wedding, a happy baby... how do you think they are all happy moments in life?

The scene changed again. This time Duan Feizhuo appeared in another palace. At this time the Countess was no longer a young woman, but a dignified woman. She knelt on the cushion, bowing her head reverently. Her husband holds a crown and places it on the Countess's head.

Duan Feizhuo immediately thought of a world famous painting - "The Coronation of Napoleon". Although titled "The Coronation of Napoleon," the painting actually depicts Napoleon crowning his empress Joseph. Napoleon in the painting holds a crown, and Josephine kneels in front of him, waiting for him to put the crown on her head.

The countess was certainly not Joseph, and her husband could not be Napoleon, after all, those two had long since passed away. But it's impossible for an ordinary earl to crown his wife, is it?

Duan Feizhuo looked at the countess, and in an instant, he understood who she was.

...No way, it's her?

He thought that in this era, meeting a historical figure like William Yeats would be unparalleled luck, but he didn't expect to meet...her?

The earth suddenly trembled.

Duan Feizhuo couldn't stand steadily and almost fell to the ground. He thought there was an earthquake, but the "Countess" remained motionless, and the crowd watching the ceremony did not show any abnormalities.

So, it's not their problem, it's his problem.

The secret technique of spiritual prying requires the caster to remain calm. Could it be that he just realized the true identity of the "Countess" and became excited for a moment, causing the secret technique to fail?

If this continues, the spirits of both of them may fall into a chaotic vortex. Duan Feizhuo hastily stopped performing the technique and got out.

He returned to the real world and returned to Mr. Taylor's home.

The countess was still lying in bed, unconscious. And he stood at the head of the bed, lightly tapping the countess' temples with both hands.

Seeing him open his eyes, Mr. Thales asked impatiently, "What did you find?"

Duan Feizhuo withdrew his hands. Following his movement, the countess' eyelids trembled. Her maid and bodyguard hurriedly pushed Mr. Telles away, bent down respectfully and asked, "Are you okay?"

The countess propped herself up and touched her cheek, "I fell asleep? It's strange, I lost consciousness as soon as I touched the pillow. Did I dream just now?"

She cast a questioning look at everyone present.

Everyone cast the same look at Duan Feizhuo again.

"Cough." Duan Feizhuo cleared his throat and expressed his opinion, "As for the strange symptom that you often fall asleep, Countess, I have already made a rough guess, but I can't guarantee that it is completely correct..."

"Don't be so secretive, tell me quickly," urged the countess.

"You are not troubled by nightmares, ma'am." Duan Feizhuo said, "On the contrary, your dreams are all very happy dreams. Because you have encountered many blows in real life, you will sink into your dreams. To heal the wounds of the soul. Because the dream is too beautiful, so I don't want to wake up."

The Countess' eyes darkened, and she remained silent. Duan Feizhuo knew he was right.

The maid and the bodyguard looked at each other, both showing shock and confusion.

"But why does Madam cry every time she dreams?"

Duan Feizhuo said in a straightforward tone as much as possible, "I guess it's because the dream is too beautiful."

The maid covered her chest, "Then I brought my wife to see a psychic, wouldn't it be superfluous?"

The bodyguard looked relieved, "As long as Madam is in good health!"

The countess made a repelling gesture to her two servants, "Stand back, I want to have a private talk with this young gentleman."

"But ma'am, we absolutely cannot let you be alone!" The maid said nervously, "What a noble status you are, in case something goes wrong..."

"I am sure this gentleman will do no harm to me," said the countess firmly.

"But ma'am, if you are alone in a room with a young man, it will not be good for your reputation if it gets out!"

The countess looked troubled.

"It seems that you want to have a chat with my little apprentice from the bottom of your heart." Mr. Thales said with a smile, "I have a good idea, I don't know if it suits your heart. My house has a garden, which is quite quiet, you Talk to my apprentice there. Your servant can watch you from afar, neither hear your voice, but guarantee your safety and reputation."

"It's a very good idea." The countess beamed.

She held out her hand to the maid. The maid respectfully helped her out of bed.

Mr. Thales opened the door of the treatment room, led the way ahead, and led the group to the small garden.

As Mr. Thales said, many roses and olive trees were planted in the garden, creating a leisurely and quiet atmosphere.

The countess left the maid and bodyguards at the door, while she lifted her skirt and walked into the small garden.

Duan Feizhuo followed her step by step.

However, someone in the garden has already arrived first.

Z sat sullenly in front of the rose bushes, hugging his knees, like a forgotten statue. Several butterflies fluttered around him, and one of them boldly landed on his head, flapping its wings.

"Cough." Duan Feizhuo cleared his throat, drawing Z's attention, "I have something to talk to the countess, can you avoid it?"

Boss Z stood up unwillingly, "Okay. I'll go."

He passed by Duan Feizhuo and deliberately bumped Duan Feizhuo's shoulder. Duan Feizhuo rubbed the spot he hit. Z usually looks cold and indifferent, but sometimes his mind is very easy to guess.

The countess looked at him with interest.

"Ma'am? This way please." Duan Feizhuo said.

The two came to a corner of the garden, where they could see the bodyguards and maids, but they didn't have to worry about their conversation being overheard.

"Sir, do you already know who I am?" asked the countess.

Duan Feizhuo nodded, then realized that he should be more respectful to her, so he bowed politely.

"You are Princess Sissi." He said.

The countess smiled, "It's been a long, long time since no one has called me that. Hearing this name, I seem to have returned to my girlhood."

Duan Feizhuo was a little embarrassed, "Then should I call you Your Majesty the Queen?"

The Countess—or rather, Her Majesty the Empress of the Austro-Hungarian Empire—smiled and shook her head, "In this foreign country, I am just the Countess of Hohenems. You can continue to call me the Countess."

"Very well, ma'am. I have explained the reason why you are always dreaming. What else do you want to know?"

The countess stared at a blooming rose bush and said softly, "I heard that people like you have the ability to know life and death. I want to ask, is there really someone in the world who has been entangled by death since birth? "

Duan Feizhuo raised his eyebrows, "Are you referring to yourself?"

"If there is anyone in the world who is favored by the **** of death, it is probably someone like me. The **** of death took away the people around me one by one. My child died before me. The white-haired person sends the black-haired person's pain, you like this Young people probably don't understand. In contrast, I would rather let death take me."

Duan Feizhuo didn't know what to say. In history, Queen Elizabeth did bid farewell to her relatives several times, and later generations changed her experience into a musical, adding a "death" character to it. Because Death fell in love with Queen Elizabeth, he took everyone around her away one by one, and finally took Elizabeth herself.

An unfortunate life entwined by death...

Seeing that he didn't answer, the countess laughed "Puchi" and said, "I seem to have asked an unsolvable question, which made it difficult for you. I don't believe in 'fate'. I can't help but want to talk to someone. Because my servants are worried about me, they have consulted many doctors and psychics, but no one can see clearly like you."

"I'm just telling the truth about what I've seen." Duan Feizhuo said.

"Since my sleeping 'strangeness' isn't a big deal, I'm relieved. Good memories help overcome sad, dark realities, don't they? I've been traveling the world in recent years, hoping to accumulate some good memories Memories. Maybe one day, I'll stop dwelling on the past."

She stretched out her hand to Duan Feizhuo, motioning for him to help her. Duan Feizhuo politely raised his arm for her to help.

"It would be great if you cheered up." Duan Feizhuo said.

"After all, life is still very long, how can we live without smiling?" the countess narrowed her eyes.

Looking at her smiling face, Duan Feizhuo felt only a bit of bitterness. Doomed death? That kind of thing does exist. A few years later, Queen Elizabeth will be assassinated in Geneva, Switzerland, ending her illustrious life.

This is doomed history.

But can history be changed? In this world with mystical philosophy and ether crystals, will even the trajectory of history change?

Duan Feizhuo said hesitantly, "Ma'am, do you like Switzerland very much?"

"The scenery in that country is very pleasant, and the air is fresh, which is very good for people's health." The countess showed a look of nostalgia, "Especially in winter, when the mountains are covered with snow and the lake is frozen, look around It's all pure white, like I'm the only one in the world... I often go there on vacation. What's wrong?"

"You'd better not go."

The Countess stopped and stared at him in surprise, "Do you know something? You can...see the future?"

"I've said all I can say."

If the Countess had stayed away from Switzerland, could she have avoided her death?

Maybe she'll be assassinated somewhere else, maybe she'll die a different way, maybe she'll escape...

The countess looked away and looked at the sea in the distance.

"I see what you mean. I'll be in danger in that country, won't I?" The corners of her lips curled up. "If that's my fate, I'll meet it."

Duan Feizhuo looked at the woman in surprise. She is far stronger than he imagined.

His impression of this woman basically came from the old movie "Sissi". The brave, kind and beautiful princess met the handsome emperor, and lived a happy life ever since. It was like a fairy tale ending.

But in reality, how can there be any fairy tale ending?

Her ending was even more tragic than many.

But she clearly heard the warning, but she was still willing to face that ending.

They return to the door of the house. The Countess said to the maid, "You can pay the rest of the money to Mr. Psychic. They have helped me a lot."

"Of order." The maid took out her wallet, took out a check and handed it to Mr. Telles.

Seeing the numbers on the check, Mr. Thales burst into tears. He pushed Duan Feizhuo, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and send that lady off!"

Duan Feizhuo could only helplessly squeeze out a courteous smile, and sent the Countess and her party out, sending them all the way to the corner of the street.

"That's enough. There's no need to send it off, sir," said the countess.

"This is what I should do." Duan Feizhuo was polite.

The Countess nodded at him and walked across the road, escorted by her maids and bodyguards. She stood across the road for a while, then suddenly turned around and put it back on.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Duan Feizhuo was surprised.

"Speaking of which, I would like to inquire about something. Is that silver-haired gentleman in the garden also an apprentice of the psychic master?"

Duan Feizhuo was taken aback. The countess and Z are strangers, why do you want to inquire about Z?

Could it be that she fell in love with Z?

Queen Elizabeth has a lively temperament, and she has been very close to many men. There have been many scandals, but they have never been confirmed. The scandals only stay at the stage of court gossip.

But Z's looks... Duan Feizhuo wouldn't be surprised if a woman fell in love with him.

It happened to be this noble queen...

It seemed that someone had dug a fountain in Duan Feizhuo's chest and was spraying acid water out.

"He is...my friend." Duan Feizhuo said carefully, "Let's visit Mr. Taylor together."

The Countess was thoughtful, "Is that gentleman blind?"

Duan Feizhuo was even more surprised. Although Z is blind in both eyes, he can listen to the wind and distinguish positions, and his daily life is hardly affected. It is difficult for others to perceive the difference between him and a healthy person.

"How did you see that?"

The Countess chuckled, "It's an intuition. If you see a lot of people, you will naturally have an intuition."

It sounds so mysterious.

"Perhaps I am meddling in my own business," said the countess. "I know a mechanic who makes prosthetic eyes that can restore sight. One of my husband's men once lost his sight in the war, and it was the Master helped to cure it. I wonder if that silver-haired gentleman needs it?"

Without hesitation, Duan Feizhuo said, "Of course there is!"

The countess gave some instructions to the maid, and the maid immediately walked into a shop on the street, and after a while, she came back with a piece of paper and a pen.

"The master is very low-key, and will never accept customers unless they are introduced by acquaintances. Let me write a letter of introduction for you."

The countess looked around for a place to put a pen and paper. The bodyguard immediately squatted down with his back to her, "Please write on my back, ma'am."

The countess had a funny face, but she still pressed the paper on the bodyguard's back and began to write in a hurry.

When she finished writing the letter, the maid asked for ink pads for her. She stamped the end of the letter with her signet ring.

When receiving the letter, Duan Feizhuo's hands were trembling.

The letter was in German, which he could not read, but the Countess had written the address in English on the other side of the paper.

The master lived in Geneva, Switzerland.

They had passed through Geneva on their way to Greece, and probably followed the same route on their way back. Just in the way!

"I, I don't know how to thank you, madam." Duan Feizhuo stammered.

His cheeks felt hot. He was jealous of the countess before, he was really narrow-minded. This is probably called judging the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, right?

The countess smiled "I hope everyone can live happily."

She waved goodbye to Duan Feizhuo, crossed the road with two servants, and disappeared around the corner.

A short chance encounter in the world ended in such a hurry.

But no one knows how the fate will change in the future.

Holding the letter in hand, Duan Feizhuo quickly ran back to Mr. Taylor's house.

Mr. Thales sat in the living room with Xenophon and Z. After getting a large reward, the old man was in a good mood, making vanilla tea while humming a song, and the house was full of fragrance.

"Why have you been there for so long?" Z asked displeasedly.

Xenophon lay on the back of the sofa, smiling, "What are you holding in your hand? A letter? That lady left you a letter?"

"What letter?" Z was alert.

"Which of you can understand German?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

Xenophon raised his hand high, "To be honest, I went to a high grammar school!"

Duan Feizhuo handed the letter to him. He read with relish. Mr. Thales ran over curiously with a tea tray, his eyes full of gossip.

Xenophon let out a "hehehe" laugh while reading.

"Oh, I have to say that although the lady is getting older, she still has a charm. I heard that women of that age like young men, so envious..."

Z's expression looks like he wants to kill someone. Duan Feizhuo seemed to be able to hear him grinding his teeth.

After reading the whole letter, Xenophon raised his eyes and asked Z, "I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Z said coldly, "Bad news."

"The bad news is that that lady is really the best person in the world. She is beautiful, kind, and rich. You will never be able to compare with her in your life."

"You...!" Z clenched his fists.

"The good news is," Xenophon dragged his voice, "that lady introduced you to a mechanic who makes prosthetic eyes, which is said to restore people's eyesight."

Z was ready to curse, but Xenophon silenced him with a single word.

"Prosthetic eye mechanic...?" he repeated in a daze.

"He even wrote a letter of introduction kindly." Xenophon waved the letter paper, and the paper rattled, "So let me tell you, a hard-hearted guy like you will never be able to compare with others in your life. I really don't know who will fall in love with it." You. Probably the only one who is as blind as you."

Z turned around, folded his arms, and stopped talking.

Duan Feizhuo felt his cheeks getting hotter.

He is not blind...

"Isn't this a great happy event!" Mr. Thales beamed, "I didn't expect that the mechanical technology is so advanced now! I've been retired for too long, and I can't keep up with the times!"

"I think we'll pass through Geneva on our way back, so that's fine..." Duan Feizhuo glanced at Z, who still didn't say a word.

"You can go back early." Mr. Telles said, "In fact, it doesn't matter even if you leave tomorrow."

Xenophon, "Z and I are going to Geneva, and this kid stays? I'm afraid not, mentor, according to the regulations, one of us must stay by this kid's side to monitor him and prevent him from defecting. Then it can only be me. But Boss Z is inconvenient to travel alone..."

"I won't defect." Duan Feizhuo was unhappy.

"That's what defectors say." Xenophon said flatly.

Mr. Thales "I mean, you take him back with you."

Duan Feizhuo didn't understand, so he said, "I still want to follow you to learn mystical philosophy!"

"I don't have anything to teach you anymore." Mr. Thales shrugged, "I should have taught you how to control your own abilities, but you can already control them very well. If you stay here, you are just learning from me Just some general esoteric knowledge. The same knowledge can be taught by Xenophon and Ms. Q. If you are not in a hurry, I can certainly teach you step by step, but aren’t you going to find that mechanical master?”

Xenophon pushed Z, "What do you say? You are the boss, we will listen to you."

Z turned his head, unwilling to face Z, and also unwilling to face Duan Feizhuo.

"I can't delay official business because of personal affairs."

Xenophon raised his hand, "Boss said we're going to Geneva!"

Z "Hello!"

They argued through the night and eventually defeated Z 3-1. They will leave tomorrow for Geneva before returning to London.

Z is very opposed to changing the itinerary for him, but Duan Feizhuo can see that Z is actually looking forward to this trip. He rarely shows his emotions, but his occasional duplicity is simply too obvious.

Before leaving, Mr. Thales gave Duan Feizhuo a brass ring as a gift. The ring can not only store energy, but it is also engraved with runes inside, which can resist a secret attack for him if necessary.

In this way, the group embarked on a journey to Geneva.

The return journey was similar to the arrival time. Although this airship was not as luxurious as the Sappho, the facilities were still top-notch.

The airship landed at Geneva International Airport at dawn. In early summer in Switzerland, the mountains are lush with greenery, and only the tops of the mountains are covered with a thin layer of white snow. The sun shines on this city surrounded by mountains and rivers, like a song to wake up the city.

Geneva and London have very different vibes. Everything in London is so noisy, so crowded, full of people's voices, sirens, and the atmosphere of the industrial age is everywhere. Geneva, on the other hand, is as quiet as a mountain village, where people live a slow-paced life, with a somewhat lazy mood, but also a step-by-step stability.

If it's a trip, Duan Feizhuo must take a good look around the city and visit Lake Geneva. But today they have no leisure. They're here to do business.

French and German are spoken in Switzerland. There are not many people who can speak English, and even if there are, the accent is very difficult to describe. Xenophon knew German, and he mainly relied on him to communicate with the locals. This made it difficult for them to move an inch, because Xenophon couldn't speak human language well, let alone speak human language in a foreign language.

Fortunately, they eventually found a hotel with plastic German and body language. After packing up the luggage, he went straight to the workshop of the mechanic master.

The studio is located on a shopping street. Half of the shops on both sides of the street are watch shops, and the other half are various machinery shops. It is worthy of being a country famous all over the world for its watch and machinery manufacturing.

Xenophon looked down at the address on the countess' letter of introduction, searched for a long time among the vast sea of ​​signboards, and finally pointed to one of the shops. "that's it."

The store is called "Merlon Studio". Judging from the products displayed in the window, it is a store specializing in small mechanical toys. All kinds of wind-up dolls sit in the window, some of them are cute, and some of them will make people have the uncanny valley effect.

Xenophon pushed the door open and entered. The bell on the door jingled.

The toys in the store are even more dazzling. Exquisite music boxes, moving mechanical puppet soldiers, brass parrots in cages, steam train models flying around the table... A small model of an airship hangs on the ceiling, driven by clockwork. A rope tethered it, and it whizzed in circles.

Sitting behind the counter was a teenager, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Wearing a blue overalls and a monocle-style magnifying glass, he is intently repairing a wind-up teddy bear.

He heard the sound of a guest entering the door, but he didn't look up. "This store specializes in wind-up dolls, which are handmade by first-class craftsmen and maintained for life. Please feel free to watch them."

This set of advertising slogans for greeting customers is dry and emotionless. It seems that the wind-up bear is more important than the guests.

Xenophon stared at the rows of dolls with an intoxicated expression on his face, as if he had forgotten their purpose of coming here. He is very sharp, but he is always easily distracted by strange things, like a child who hasn't grown up.

The heavy responsibility of communication had to be handed over to Z.

"Is Mr. Mellon there?" Z asked in English.

"There are two Mr. Melun here, one old and one young, which one are you looking for?" The boy replied in fluent English, still bowing his head to repair the doll.

What a technical house.

Z said, "Mr. Mellon who can make mechanical prosthetic eyes."

The boy stopped what he was doing, raised his head, raised his glasses, revealing a pair of light blue eyes. His facial features are exquisite, a bit too delicate for a boy of his age.

"That Mr. Melun is my grandfather. He has passed away." The boy said, "The other Mr. Melun can't make mechanical prosthetic eyes."

Z was stunned. Xenophon looked away from the toy. Duan Feizhuo's heart tightened.

They have come all the way to Switzerland, is it in vain?

Duan Feizhuo was fine. Taking a trip to a foreign country is considered a trip. But Z...

He peeked at Z out of the corner of his eye. Although the latter has no expression on his face, the disappointment in his eyes cannot be concealed, even though he is already blind.

As much hope, so much disappointment.

Xenophon carelessly stuffed the letter under the boy's nose.

"A lady introduced us here."

The boy took the letter paper, glanced at it quickly, and stayed on the seal at the end for a few more seconds.

"So it's that lady. Those three are distinguished guests." A smile appeared on the young face.

Xenophon raised his chin towards Z, "My friend is blind. We heard that Master Melun can restore sight, so we came all the way to visit. I didn't expect him to pass away. There are other people who can make prosthetic eyes here." A mechanic?"

"Yes." The boy was a little absent-minded, "Me."

Xenophon raised his eyebrows, "But you said that Mr. Melon can't make mechanical prosthetic eyes."

The boy looked at him with strange eyes, "I'm not Mr. Mellon."

"But you said old Mr. Mellon was your grandfather."

"Yes." The boy nodded.

Xenophon "...what's your last name?"

Junior "Mellen."

The four people in the shop fell silent at the same time.

At this time, the doorbell jingled. Someone came again.

Duan Feizhuo turned his head and saw a man who was almost exactly like the boy walking in. He carried a basket full of vegetables in one hand, and a baguette wrapped in newspaper in the other.

"Margaret, why don't you greet the guests?" the boy who had just returned from grocery shopping asked.

"Aren't I greeting you?" The boy behind the counter replied.

...Margaret?

Duan Feizhuo was the first to react.

He looked at the young man behind the counter with trepidation, "Are you Miss Mellon?"

The boy... no, the girl smiled slightly, "Yes."

"My name is Fabian Melun." Mr. Melun, who can't make prosthetic eyes, invited them to the second floor and served coffee and snacks to the guests. "That's my sister Margaret. We run the store together Generally, I am responsible for receiving customers, and my sister is better at making machinery. I just went shopping today, and she is the only one left in the store. If she offends all customers, I apologize for her."

The guests hastened to express Miss Margaret's intelligence and beauty, and did not offend them in any way.

Fabian looked at his sister walking around in men's clothing, and smiled wryly.

It's better if you can't see Z, Xenophon looked at her as if he saw an alien.

No wonder. In this era, gender prejudice is still deeply rooted, and it is even considered indecent for women to wear men's clothing. However, Duan Feizhuo thought that Xenophon's shocking expression for a whole year was not due to gender prejudice, but a kind of curiosity.

"Which one is going to heal the eyes?" Fabian looked at the three guests.

Z stands up. "it's me."

Fabian winked at his sister "Check him out."

Margaret went straight to Z, dragged him to the window, pushed him on a chair, and let him face the sun.

Z was surprised, while Duan Feizhuo and Xenophon were almost dumbfounded. There are very few people in the world who dare to treat him so roughly, half of them will die under his sword within one minute, and the other half are more stubborn and will die under his sword within three minutes.

Margaret puts on a magnifying glass and holds Z's eyelids apart with her forefinger and thumb.

"The pupil is unresponsive," she said, "but the structure of the eyeball is still intact. Are you completely blind?"

"I can't see it," said Z.

"How blind? I don't see any trauma. Is it a disease?"

"…neither."

Margaret made a confused voice "Natural?"

"No."

Duan Feizhuo knew it was caused by secret techniques. But the specific secret technique, I am afraid only Mr. Z and Thales know. However, they also