Chapter 43

"I'm not dead yet. I'm awake. Please stop!" Alexander got up from a pile of firewood with a headache. There was no way. Gray had begun to try to drill wood for fire. He narrowed his eyes and looked at it. He was very skilled. He was expected to make a fire and cremate himself in a moment.

Seeing that he was real, Alexander dared not pretend any more. If he did, he would really be cremated.

"Thank the God of fire, thank the God of the sea, thank the God of the storm, you are still alive, my slave is still alive!" Gray was pleasantly surprised. His expression was so exaggerated that he almost shed moving tears.

After thinking about it, gray felt that the first slave he met after waking up almost died, and he was left alone again. Isn't it more touching to have a little tears at this time?

So he turned his head, painted some water under his eyes (his clothes were still wet), and made the action of wiping his tears, "sorry, I'm a little out of my temper. I'm really moved. It's great that you didn't die!"

That's enough. I can see you're pretending. It's fake!

Alexander wanted to roar, but he didn't dare. He smiled bitterly and said, "I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm not feeling well, so I'll go back first!"

"Really? Well, it's obvious that I can't live in the castle for the time being. How's my new home? Show me. " Gray nodded and said naturally.

"That's my home, sir!" Alexander's breath.

"Sorry, I don't think so now. Everything on this land is my private property, including you!" Gray smiled at him and played with a knife. "You don't want to break your oath, so I'll let you return to the embrace of the gods in advance."

"But I worked hard to build it. You can't just take it away. Even slaves have the right to survive!" Alexander said angrily, it's a big deal to build a boat and run away. Anyway, I won't be a slave. Go to his mother's God oath.

Gray wanted to tell him that he didn't, but considering that he was just a fake king and that the old man was in good spirits, he was old after all, so he left a face for him.

"But you use my trees, my land... Well, after all, I am a kind king. Give me the house, and I will restore your status as a free people without you being my slave!"

"This... I'll think about it!"

"Yes, it's necessary to think about it. According to reason, everything about you is mine. If it weren't for your old age, I would never give you the identity of a free man."

"Well, here's the house for you, but I'll take some things inside. They're my things for help. It's useless for you to take them. You barbarian don't know what technology is." Alexander gritted his teeth and finally didn't forget to despise gray for revenge.

"Well, the generous king can make concessions again, but you can't advance an inch!" Gray warned.

Alexander sighed. He didn't know why he came to this point. It was clear that whether this guy was really a king was still to be discussed. Why he became his slave for no reason. Finally, he built all the tree houses he worked hard to build.

Gray followed Alexander happily. It seems necessary to always pretend to be realistic. You see, it doesn't even have a home. You don't have to build it yourself!

Alexander felt dejected, his morale fell to the bottom, and every step was particularly heavy, as if there was an abyss swallowing his soul in front of him.

"Well, don't be unhappy. Before you rebuild your house, I allow you to live with me, and I will help you." Gray comforted. It's strange to see such a big man sulking.

"Thank you!" Alexander said subconsciously. After that, he became even more angry. It was clearly his own tree house. Now he has to rebuild it. Instead, he has to thank the aboriginal.

But this guy is also a good man. A king is willing to help me build a house. If he wins, he is willing to restore my identity as a free people. Bah, I am a citizen of the United States. Where can I get a small indigenous king.

Alexander's tree house was not far from there. Along the way, gray followed him and slowly dried his clothes with flame. It was a little too uncomfortable to wear wet clothes on his body.

Gray's eyes brightened when he saw the tree house from a distance. "Mr. Anderson, it's a beautiful house. I wanted to build a house on the tree before, but I haven't been able to do so."

"Yes, it's beautiful. Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with me." Alexander lowered his head, and his toes crushed a grass on the ground, as if he had some immortal hatred with it.

When they came to the tree house, gray found that the tree house was unlocked, but trapped the door with a rope.

"Please come in. You're welcome. It's like being at home!" Gray walked in front of Alexander, opened the door first and made a gesture of invitation.

"Thank you!" Alexander said dryly.

As a mature actor, gray then gave full play to the characteristics of an "indigenous king", was full of interest in all the novel things in the house, and was happy to be introduced by Alexander.

Finally, he wanted to report his identity directly, because it was too difficult to be a mature actor. When he met a new thing, he had to ask it again. Otherwise, he didn't conform to the human design of the "indigenous king". It was clear that he knew all those things.

"It seems that you have saved a lot of food. Then we don't have to worry about food. We can build you a good wooden house to give you a shelter. After all, it's not a problem for you to stay with me all the time, is it?" Gray lay on the chair, gnawing at a magic modified grape the size of a head.

"If you like, let's start right away. This deep sleep is really long. I feel my muscles are going to be stiff. I can't wait to move this rusty body."

"Of course!" Alexander nibbled at the food, pulled out some tools from his toolbox and took gray away from the tree house.

"I said first, you can cut as much wood as possible. I can help you transport, but the construction depends on you. I have no experience in this field!"

Gray felt he should have said it in advance. He didn't have so much time to build a tree house with Alexander. After all, there was a volcano erupting gold on the island.

Although he has enough gold, and there is a gold mine in his family that has not been developed, he obviously doesn't dislike that there are more glittering things. It's best to fill his backpack.

Madder, I can't wait. So much glittering gold is mine.

"You cut down the trees first. I have something else to do. I'll come back later to help you move the wood. It doesn't matter to cut more." Gray said, ran away like a gust of wind, grew wings directly behind Alexander and flew towards the active volcano.

"If the volcano doesn't erupt violently and the island doesn't sink, I really want to build a nation here!"

Gray picked up a fist sized piece of gold from the ground, wiped it carefully, put it into his backpack, and thought of it happily.

"Hum!" Gray raised his nose. He smelled the treasure.

Lying on the ground without image, gray slowly followed the smell. At a stone, gray stopped, "that's it!"

Taking the sword from the lake out of his backpack, gray began to dig.

More than ten minutes later, gray wiped the sweat on his head, "how deep is it? Why haven't you dug it yet?"

He clearly smelled that the treasure was here. The error would never exceed two meters. How could he not find it? Is it still below?

While wiping his sweat, gray looked up and suddenly found that it was almost dark.

"Forget it, remember the location and dig again tomorrow. Alexander must scold me behind my back." Putting away the sword in the lake, gray quickly flew towards the tree house, thinking that he should bring a shovel tomorrow.