At this time, the door was pushed open with a "squeak" and an old woman walked in. Seeing Ron who woke up and lying on the bed, he couldn't help but froze for a moment.
"you're awake?"
"You are-"
Ron looked at the slightly old face, he only felt very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
The old woman smiled faintly, approached slowly, and came to Ron's bed, "What's the matter, Ron, did you forget me so quickly?"
"I've seen her, I must have seen her, where is it?"
Ron, who had just woken up, was a little confused. At this moment, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he remembered.
The mysterious shop, this old woman is none other than the old woman from the mysterious shop, where he once bought a necklace.
"You are Mary!" Ron finally recognized the person and called out her name, saying in surprise.
"Hehe, you finally recognized it!" Mary said with a smile.
Ron looked around and his intact body, and asked suspiciously, "You saved me?"
"I don't have the ability to take people away in front of the dark dragon Laffield!" Mary laughed loudly, "My master saved you!"
"Your master? Who is it? Do I know him?" Ron was even more confused. He knew many people, but none of them were capable of saving him from Laffield.
"Could it be Lijia? Or Aunt Undine?" Ron felt a little bit in his heart, but this place doesn't look like the territory of the orcs, let alone the elves, and he also felt that Lijia was unlikely. .
"Don't guess, you can't know my master..." As if seeing through Ron's mind, Mary smiled calmly, "But the master has ordered you to see him as soon as you wake up. If you have If you have any questions, just ask him..."
"I don't know him? He saved me at the hands of Laffield?" Ron became more and more puzzled. Hearing that Mary's master wanted to see him, Ron nodded.
No matter who the other party is, it is still necessary to thank him face to face for saving his life.
Ron had been in a coma for several days, and just woke up, his appearance was rather indecent. After apologizing to Mary, he washed up in the room by himself.
The cool water splashed on Ron's face, which made him wake up instantly. He looked at the water as if it was flowing with bright red blood.
He remembered that dream!
This dream is so real, seems to indicate something in the dark
Dreams are illusory and real at the same time. The illusory dream is connected with the cruel reality. Ron almost believes that the Omros continent in the dream is the existence of real history.
The blazing flames in the dark city, countless corpses, and blood accumulated into a stream.
Recalling all the things in the dream, a strong hatred flashed in Ron's heart. Before he knew it, his state of mind had undergone a huge change.
After Ron finished washing, he pushed open the door. Mary was already waiting outside the door. Seeing him smile, "Come with me, please!"
This is a small courtyard, elegant yet noble, the weather is fine, and the sun shines warm on the body.
Going to meet a mysterious person who could rescue him from Laffield's hands, Ron couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, and became more curious about the identity of that person.
A certain God Realm powerhouse
Only this explanation, otherwise, no one has such ability.
Ron followed Mary through a huge garden to a small house.
"This is it! Ron, go in by yourself!" Mary led Ron to the small house, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.
Many aristocratic families are not allowed to enter without permission, and Ron also knows this rule.
Ron nodded, walked forward and opened the door.
It was a small attic. Walking into the hall, there was a long staircase at the foot. Ron walked up the wooden stairs step by step to the second floor.
The second floor is a long corridor, and at the end of the corridor is a small room. Ron stood in front of the door and was about to knock on the door, but found that the door was ajar. He hesitated, but decided to push the door go in.
As soon as he entered the door, Ron was stunned for a moment. He saw neat rows of bookshelves in the spacious room. The bookshelves were filled with a wide variety of books. The books were neatly folded, like soldiers waiting for inspection. .
On the ground, there was still a large pile of unorganized books scattered, piled up in a mess, as high as a hill.
His eyes scanned the entire room, but Ron didn't find a single figure.
"Where are people?" Ron wondered.
"You came!"
At this moment, Ron was startled by a voice, and a figure looked up from the pile of books.
It was a middle-aged man, sweating profusely, with disheveled hair and a very ordinary appearance. He was wearing a nightgown-like baggy dress and glasses.
With the spiritual knowledge of Ron's undead magister, he didn't even notice the existence of this person.
The mysterious middle-aged man said when he saw Ron, "I'm sorry, can you help me organize these books? I accidentally knocked down a bookshelf just now!"
The mysterious middle-aged man pointed to the bookshelf behind him and said.
"OK!"
Ron agreed and nodded. He usually would not refuse to help. Besides, the other party saved his life, so it was right to do something for him.
The two of them sorted out the piles of books on the ground, and Ron was responsible for folding those books neatly one by one and handing them over to the middle-aged man, who then put the books back on the shelf.
During the process, neither of them spoke, they were both doing their own things silently.
Half an hour later, the two of them finally put those messy books on the bookshelf. Looking at the neat bookshelf, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"I like reading books very much, and I especially like collecting all kinds of books. The books here are only a small part of my collection... Hehe, I am laughing at you!"
The mysterious middle-aged man chuckled. He turned his head and gave Ron a friendly smile, looking very approachable.
Ron couldn't imagine that this middle-aged man who was as kind as the uncle next door was the one who rescued Laffield from him.
"Thank you, Ron, I read correctly, you are indeed a warm-hearted person!" said the mysterious middle-aged man.
"You are-"
The mysterious middle-aged man called out his name, which surprised Ron. He confirmed that he had never seen this middle-aged man before.
"Hehe, I almost forgot to introduce myself!" The middle-aged man smiled and pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Hehe, Ron, let me meet you, my name is Noah!"
"Noah!"
Ron didn't feel much at first when he heard the name, but then, he suddenly remembered something, and his eyes opened wide.
Ron remembered the legend, the story of being a messenger of the gods in ancient times leading mankind to search for the New World. The protagonist of that story was Noah.
"Could it be that he is..." Ron stared blankly at Noah with an expression of disbelief in his eyes.
The middle-aged man named Noah just smiled slightly, not at all surprised by Ron's shock.
"You are..." Ron took a step forward excitedly, and blurted out a sentence, "You are the legendary messenger of the gods who saved mankind—Master Noah?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ron knew something was wrong. The legend has passed a hundred thousand years, how old is the human being in front of him
It is undeniable that some sanctuary or god domain powerhouses prolong their lives by enhancing their strength, but no one can live for a hundred thousand years, not even the god domain powerhouses.
Just when Ron was about to apologize for his ridiculous idea, Noah said, "Hehe, Ron, congratulations, you guessed it right!"
"what-"
Ron opened his mouth wide enough to stuff an egg in. He looked at Noah and stood there in a daze, his mind blank.
"He... he is Noah... the messenger Noah who saved countless human beings?"