Chapter 341 Poison

Seeing that Gray was still so innocent and full of energy, Qiao Anjiu's heart was half relieved.

It's a pity that neither Gray nor Jamie can speak, and they can't explain to him why the old house was destroyed and who built the new house.

Accompanied by Jamie and Gray, Joan walked to the door of the new house, knocked on the door tentatively, and asked loudly, "Excuse me—is anyone home?"

The room was silent, no one answered.

Joan was still hesitating whether to push the door, but Gray stretched out his long arms and pushed open the door majestically, and strode in.

Joan shook his head helplessly, and had no choice but to follow it into the door.

The lobby on the first floor is very spacious, with daily furniture such as tables and chairs, all of which look brand new.

There are two rooms on each side of the hall, and the kitchen on the left.

Gray pointed to the room on the right side of the hall, trying to explain something to Joan.

Joan didn't understand half of what he heard, so he went in and took a look, and found a thick bearskin blanket on the floor, and there was a kennel next to it, and immediately realized that this was Gray and Jamie's room.

"Grey, did you build this house?"

Gray shook his head, gestured and tried to tell something.

Joan nodded as if realizing something, and walked up the escalator to the second floor.

The landing on the stairs opened onto a small living room with only a coffee table and two armchairs.

The three rooms adjacent to the living room are the master bedroom, guest bedroom and study.

The bed in the bedroom is fully furnished. The only thing that makes Joan feel that there is a fly in the ointment is that although there are two rows of bookshelves placed against the wall in the study room, it is a pity that the bookshelves are empty, not even a book.

Joan looked upstairs and downstairs, recalling Gray's actions just now, and vaguely guessed that the owner of this new house was probably himself.

But he still didn't understand who destroyed his old house, and who built him this more magnificent new house near the ruins of the old house.

During the six months of studying abroad, some changes seemed to have taken place at home.

The more Joan thought about it, the more confused he became, so he told Jamie and Gray to stay as housekeepers, left the new house in a hurry, went to the back mountain to visit his grandfather, and inquired about the changes at home.

Joan ran all the way, and it took less than ten minutes to approach Grandpa's cabin.

This old house kept the appearance he remembered, but it looked more dilapidated than when he left home, and it could be blown apart by a gust of wind.

Joan knocked on the door and waited for a long time for no one to answer. His heartstrings couldn't help but he raised his voice and shouted: "Grandpa, I'm back!"

The room was still quiet, and just when Joan couldn't help but rushed in, the weak voice of old man Tire finally came.

"Come in... my child."

This short sentence was interrupted twice by rapid panting.

Joan had known from Kanti's letter that his grandfather was in poor health recently, but it wasn't until he walked into his grandfather's bedroom and saw the old man's haggard appearance that he was so weak that he could hardly recognize him, that he really felt that his health had changed. Deteriorated to the point of near death.

Guillaume Tell, when he was young, was also a tall, strong, and handsome man. Now he is in his dying years, coupled with the ravages of illness, he can no longer see his former demeanor at all, and his whole person seems to have shrunk a circle , lying on the bed with a hunched body.

When the old man saw his grandson approaching, a blush appeared on his haggard face due to excitement, and he looked less pale.

"Joan, you have grown taller, and you look very energetic..."

The old man smiled gratifiedly, and tried to touch his grandson's cheek, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his arm.

Seeing grandpa's weak appearance, Qiao An couldn't help but burst into tears.

With the last glimmer of hope, he silently performed the "advanced internal vision technique" to check on his grandfather's health, hoping to get some comfort.

However, the result of looking inside gave him a slash in the heart, and tears poured out of his eyes unstoppably.

The illness has completely destroyed old man Thiel's health and paralyzed him. It is very difficult for him to even speak, let alone take care of himself.

"Lie down and don't move, take a good rest." Qiao An asked the old man, holding back his grief, "Did you see a doctor?"

"Dr. Galandil visits me every day, feeds me medicine and eats...he is a good man, and it is probably because of you that he takes such good care of me... Unfortunately, there is no cure for my disease, and I can barely eat it What's the matter..."

The old man's internal organs have been corroded and festered by the disease, and the breath he exhales has a strong rancid smell, filling the dark and small bedroom.

This unusually unpleasant smell seemed to be the epitome of "death", and penetrated into Joan's body through his mouth, nose and pores all over his body, making him realize for the first time in his life that "death" was so specific, tangible, and tangible. and.

Qiao An sat beside her grandfather's hospital bed, seeing how he was suffering, and couldn't help deeply regretting that she hadn't fulfilled her responsibilities. He was angry, and it really shouldn't be.

With a feeling of almost redemption, Joan knelt down in front of the hospital bed, took the cold and haggard hand of grandpa, and pressed it to his cheek, unstoppable tears slowly slid down the old man's hand along the cheek.

The old man Tire twitched the corners of his mouth in relief, forced a smile, and asked Joan in a weak voice how he was doing at school and whether he was being bullied by the people in the city.

Qiao An answered one by one, and truthfully told her grandfather about her experience of studying in the city for half a year.

When talking about his past experience, Joan suddenly realized a fact that he had ignored for a long time.

Since entering Leiden College to study, the city people he met, including classmates, tutors, Mr. Havel, Xiaomei, Azhi, Mr. Benny, Major Vassar and Sister Custis, are all upright A good man, and all very kind to him.

Joan must admit that there are many rogues and scum in Leiden City, and there are also unscrupulous guys on campus, but he has almost never dealt with such people, and he has not suffered any losses. This can only show that he Really lucky.

Thinking of his own luck and his grandfather's misfortune, the sharp contrast made Qiao An feel even more sad and self-blame, only hating himself for not being able to share his grandfather's pain.

Guillaume Tell was absorbed in listening to Joan's narration, and he didn't heave a sigh of relief until he finished talking about the experience of leaving home for half a year. A strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he asked his grandson in a secretive tone:

"Joan, I heard from Dr. Galandil that you once studied alchemy with him?"

Qiao An nodded, wondering why grandpa suddenly brought up this matter.

"You are at Leiden College, have you continued to learn this craft?"

"Of course, this is a required course for the mage profession."

"Very good, very good..." The old man Tire smiled strangely, squeezed his grandson's hand as hard as he could, and asked him tremblingly: "My child, will you prepare...poison?"