The man carrying firewood moved quickly, and in no ti had covered more than half of the fifty-ter distance.
As the person approached, Xu Yun gradually made out his features:
This was a young man in his late twenties, sporting a full beard.
Blond hair, deep-set eyes, and a prominent nose.
How should I put it...
There’s a vague resemblance of about sixty percent to Christopher Lee in his younger days, the actor who played Saruman in "The Lord of the Rings".
Xu Yun tried hard to recall the appearance of JJ Thomson but could only rember the black-and-white photos of him in his fifties.
But if I’m not mistaken.
In his middle age, JJ Thomson should have had a pencil mustache, which is quite different from a full beard...
Of course.
No one can be sure whether JJ Thomson ever changed his style of mustache, so such judgnts can only serve as a rough reference.
A mont later.
The young man nad Thomson finally arrived beside the two.
He set down the firewood, straightened his body, and seed to stand protectively in front of Will.
First, with a suspicious look, he scrutinized Xu Yun, then bluntly asked:
"You’re not dead?"
Not using any honorifics like ’sir’ suggests this person had so wariness towards Xu Yun.
Xu Yun didn’t mind much about this.
The firearms by the carriage suggest that travel in this era might carry certain risks, so caution is warranted.
He then voluntarily placed the sword from his bundle on the ground, saying:
"This gentleman, I’m grateful you’re willing to have rcy on this ’dead man’, allowing a resting place after death."
"But thank God, I just fainted temporarily, my life is unhard."
Thomson glanced at the sword on the ground and asked:
"Why did you faint here? Did you encounter a bandit attack?"
Xu Yun originally planned to say yes, but as the words reached his lips, he rembered his bundle.
So he shook his head and changed his tune:
"If it were a bandit attack, my luggage would have been long gone, at the very least it wouldn’t be intact like this, right?"
"Actually, I’m a traveler who got lost, probably due to exhaustion, and fainted while walking..."
Thomson listened silently to these words, his expression slightly softened, but his eyes still carried a trace of suspicion.
Previously, when preparing to bury Xu Yun, he had checked his body and was certain about one thing:
At that ti, Xu Yun had no breath or heartbeat.
Facing a dead man, Thomson naturally couldn’t bear to see him left exposed in the wild.
So he and Will dug a pit together, intending to create a simple grave for Xu Yun, at least leaving him with an intact corpse.
But now Xu Yun had suddenly ’revived’—this can be considered a slight oversight in his examination, given that he wasn’t a professional dical student and the era’s understanding of the human body was relatively limited, such a misjudgnt was sowhat acceptable.
But with this scenario.
So situations beca quite delicate.
As the saying goes, "What goes up must co down," and "All good things must co to an end."
Since the union in 1707.
The relationship between Scotland and England had descended to a certain low point over the century and could blow up at any ti.
And Thompson’s mission on this journey was very special.
Involving a crucial heritage from the University of Cambridge that had been interrupted for a century, not to ntion passing through the border areas between Scotland and England.
If he made his intentions public, it’s possible soone might exploit regional tensions to attack him, causing disruptions.
Because of this.
The University of Cambridge arranged for him to travel lightly, without fanfare.
In this background.
Xu Yun’s ’resurrection’ inevitably aroused a sense of vigilance in Thomson’s heart.
Though the fact that Xu Yun didn’t attack Will during his absence suggested he was likely not an enemy of the University of Cambridge.
Thomson still didn’t want to get entangled with him.
After all, with such a mission, it’s not about the duration or distance of the journey; the fear is the ergence of variables—regardless of whether or not those variables are directly related to him.
To put it harshly.
Who knows if Xu Yun might have stolen goods from so manor, only to collapse halfway from exhaustion?
If the owner pursued and Xu Yun found himself cornered, taking Will hostage, or getting captured and causing their examination, it could all be troubleso.
He opened his mouth, about to say sothing.
But before he could speak.
He saw Xu Yun opposite wince, clutching his left arm, sucking in cold air like speaking Parseltongue.
Seeing this, Will hurriedly asked:
"Mr. Luo Feng, what’s the matter with you?"
Xu Yun furrowed his brow and took off his coat, revealing a palm-sized wound at the top of his left arm.
Though the wound wasn’t deep to the bone, it was now a bloody ss with constant throbbing pain.
It appeared as if a layer of skin had been scraped off.
Xu Yun: "..."
No wonder it felt a bit painful lying in the pit, turned out he was injured?
Looking back over Xu Yun’s two lifetis, only two instances of bone fractures during his teens and thirties had been more painful than this.
While holding his injured arm in pain, Xu Yun couldn’t help but feel bewildered:
What on earth is going on?
It’s one thing for the dungeon tiline to change.
But what exactly is up with this body of mine?
It’s worth noting.
In the previous two dungeons, although my appearances were peculiar, the bodies had always appeared out of thin air.
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