deceased

It was daylight, but Van Riel was still in a deep sleep.

Mundra sat up suddenly, staring at the surrounding environment with wide eyes.Strange windows, strange walls, strange bedside posts... He jumped out of bed, bent down to look under the bed, and after confirming that this was just a strange and harmless room, and there was no second person there, he Sitting not far from the window, he began to take out his tools one by one from the space bag.

The light gray carpet was soon filled with all kinds of strange things.There are bottles filled with antiseptic potion, glass jars containing eyes, teeth and other organs that he thinks are beautiful, there are bones that have been washed but don't know what to use, and there are brushes...

He fumbled desperately in the space bag.But the brush that should have appeared never appeared.

Mundra frowned.

It is impossible for others to open the interspatial bag while the owner is still alive.He did not give up and searched twice, but there was still no result.

There are a row of brushes on the ground, big and small, single row and double row, but there is no one that he likes the most and is the most convenient.

Mundella hesitated for a while, then silently picked up the rag, and carefully wiped the utensils as usual.As a necromancer, cleaning is very important.

He wiped it very carefully, until the sun was completely exposed from the complex, and then he wiped everything and put it back one by one.

There were footsteps in the corridor.

The other party seemed to deliberately remind him that every step was slow and heavy.

Mundra turned a deaf ear, still fiddling quietly.

Tuk Tuk.

Gregory knocked lightly on the door.

Mundra put the last glazed jar into the interspatial bag before getting up to open the door.

"Good morning." Gregory smiled, "I hope I didn't disturb your sleep."

Mundra said, "No."

Gregory twitched his nose and said, "Did you smell... a strange smell?"

Mundella glanced at him and said, "The perfume on your body smells terrible."

Gregory said awkwardly: "I will pay attention next time. If you don't mind, I would like to take you to the restaurant for dinner."

Mundra said, "Wait for me."

Gregory looked down at him still wearing the long blue dress from yesterday, and said, "I put the clothes you changed in the closet. The bathroom is on the left."

"Thank you." Mundra closed the door, turned and went to the bathroom.In fact, he is far less concerned about personal hygiene than the hygiene of tools. When he was in Xigemo, it was very common to wear a piece of clothing for a month, but now he has to go in to take a shower and change clothes.Because the perfume smell on Gregory's body was really bad.

He came out of the shower quickly and opened the closet.

The peach tutu that Hayden had given him hung prominently on the far left.He took a look and chose a dark blue dress that was not easy to get dirty.But after putting it on, he regretted it a little, because the skirt exposed half of his back, which made him feel a little cold.

Should I change it or wear it out?

Mundra hesitated before standing in front of the wardrobe, and then decisively chose the latter.

Changing clothes is too much trouble.

When Mundra opened the door, Gregory was still standing at the door, but the clothes on his body were no longer the same as before, and the pungent perfume smell was much weaker.

"Please." Gregory bent his arms.

Mond stretched his arm and walked towards the restaurant together.

There are two breakfasts in the dining room.

Gregory waited for Mundra to take his seat before walking to his seat, "I don't know what you like to eat, so I asked them to prepare a little of everything."

Mundra grabbed the sandwich and ate it.

Gregory just grabbed the knife and fork, but just as he lowered the knife, Mundra stood up and said, "It's finished."

"..." Gregory put down the knife and fork calmly, "I'll take you out for a walk."

Mundra said, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Gregory picked up the napkin and wiped his lips that hadn't had time to touch breakfast, stood up and said, "I'm not hungry."

The two went out together like this, and walked around in the garden.

The gardener, who was pruning leaves in the garden, saw them coming out, and immediately climbed down from the ladder to say hello.

Gregory said: "Sorry. I don't remember your name, would you mind telling me again?"

The gardener said, "I'm Martin, Master Gregory."

Gregory said, "Hi Martin."

The gardener said: "It's great that you are back. The master will be very happy. Ever since Master Odis fell ill, the master has been frowning."

Gregory asked in surprise, "Sick?"

The gardener said: "Don't you know? Master Otis has been ill for a long time, and I haven't seen him for more than a month."

Gregory said: "Sorry, I lost my memory, so many things are... Who is Otis?"

The gardener covered his mouth in surprise, "My God! How long will the god of misfortune linger in Danya's house? Why does bad luck always happen to the young masters one after another."

Gregory patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

The gardener's eyes widened.

Gregory said, "What's the matter, Martin?"

The gardener said, "You never patted anyone on the shoulder before."

Gregory shrugged: "Maybe I'm adapting to a brand new me."

"I like Master Gregory very much." The gardener smiled shyly.

Gregory noticed Mundra's boredom, and said, "Grandpa is almost finishing his breakfast, don't you mind going to see him with me, Monica?"

Removing the word "Miss" made the relationship between the two people closer in the eyes of outsiders.

Sure enough, the gardener immediately showed an expression of enlightenment.

Mundra's interest in other things was severely dampened by Hyde's absence from the ball and his inability to remove his armband to use undead magic.So he had no choice but to agree to Gregory's invitation.

The two walked through the garden and through a small forest before arriving at Murdoch's residence.

Someone had already informed Murdoch when they walked out of the forest, so when they entered the house, the butler led them directly to the study.

Murdoch sits behind a wide desk.

No matter how much power he holds in his hands and how far-reaching influence he can have on the empire, from the outside, he is just an ordinary thin old man.

"Hello, Monica." Murdoch looked at Mundo as if he was looking at a junior who was very close to him, not at all like meeting him for the first time, "I'm so glad you came as a guest."

Mundra said, "Thank you."

Murdoch pointed to the two chairs in front of him and said, "Sit down."

Mundra sat down politely, but Gregory hesitated for a while before pulling out the chair and sitting down.

Murdoch lowered his eyes, his eyes flickered, and then he smiled and said, "Are you used to living here?"

Mundella said, "I'm not used to it."

Murdoch said: "Oh? What are you not used to? You tell me, and I can adjust it for you immediately."

Mundra said, "Not my room."

Murdoch laughs: "You're such a direct kid. Tell Gerry what your room looks like and I think he'll try to make you feel at home."

Gregory hurriedly said, "Yes."

Murdoch said: "How is Mrs. Demi recently? The last time I saw her was five or six years ago."

Mundella said: "I think she should be fine."

Murdoch said: "Yes. She is the most enjoyable woman in the world."

Gregory watched coldly.Murdoch's questions were all the simplest and most basic questions. Even if Mundra had never met Monica, or even did not know Monica's life experience at all, the history of the Gulaba family would not give wrong answers.I didn't use any of the problems that I imagined that needed a circle.He became suspicious.He knew his grandfather very well, and he was definitely not a person who would waste time on such meaningless questions.So what is his purpose?

It was a question he hadn't figured out until the end of the conversation, when he and Mundra went out together.

After the sound of their footsteps completely disappeared from the other side of the corridor, Murdoch slowly stood up and came to the window.Not long after, the butler escorted the two of them out from the gate.

Gregory glanced back, meeting his gaze.

Murdoch smiled and waved at him, without the embarrassment of being discovered by peeping.

On the contrary, Gregory was a little uncomfortable, and even the movement of waving his hands was a little stiff.

After they completely disappeared into the grove, the butler appeared in the study, "Master."

Murdoch said, "Do you think he lost his memory?"

The housekeeper said: "I'm not sure. But many of his habits are indeed different from before."

"Yeah." Murdoch said, "He never sat down in front of me except for meals."

The housekeeper asked, "Could it be that Master Gerry really lost his memory?"

Murdoch shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, he hesitated before sitting down. If it wasn't because of his previous habits, why did he hesitate? He should have sat down frankly like Monica."

The butler said, "He didn't lose his memory? Then why..."

Murdoch waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter why."

The butler shut his mouth wisely.

Murdoch said: "About Monica..."

The housekeeper hurriedly said: "I have collected all the information about her. There is very little information, even the age is very vague. His uncle protects her very well, as if... like a private property that no one can peep at."

Murdoch said: "A long time ago, I heard a rumor about her."

The butler raised his head curiously.

"It is rumored that she is indeed her uncle's property." Murdoch said slowly.

The butler didn't understand at first, then opened his eyes wide and said in a voiceless voice: "You mean..."

Murdoch nodded.