"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 already started to try to drill wood to make fire. He squinted his eyes and looked at it. He was quite skillful. He probably would be able to create a fire in a while and cremate himself.

Seeing that he was here, Alexander didn't dare to pretend anymore. If he pretended again, he would be cremated.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, the God of Storm, you are still alive, my slave is still alive!" Gray said in surprise, his expression was so exaggerated and almost shed tears of emotion.

After thinking about it, Gray felt that the first slave he met after he woke up almost died, and once again he was alone. Is it even more touching to have a little tears at this time?

So he turned his head, applied some water under his eyes (the clothes were still wet), and made the move to wipe his tears, "Sorry, I'm a little out of composure. I'm so moved. It's great that you haven't died!"

Enough, I can see that you are pretending, it's very fake!

Alexander wanted to yell like this, but he didn't dare and said with a wry smile: "I'm fine, don't worry, I'm not feeling well, so I'll go back first!"

"Is that so? Well, the castle obviously cannot live in for the time being. I don't know how my new home is like? Take me to see it." Gray nodded for granted.

"Sir, that's my home!" Alexander said angrily.

"Sorry, I think it's not now. Everything on this land is my personal property, including you!" Gray looked at him with a smile, and played with a short knife. "You must not be trying to break your oath, then I will let you return to the embrace of the gods in advance."

"But that was built by me with great effort. You can't just take it away so arrogantly. Even a slave has the right to survive!" Alexander said angrily. At worst, you can run away by building a ship. Anyway, I won't be a slave. I will go to his god's oath.

Gray wanted to tell him that there was no, but considering that he was just a fake king, and although the old man was in good spirits, he was already old, so he left him a face.

"But you use my trees and my land... Well, I am a kind king after all, give me the house, and I restore your identity as a free people, and you do not need to be my slave!"

"I'll think about it!"

"Yes, I have to think about it. Logically speaking, everything about you is mine. If I hadn't given you that you were older, I would never have given you the identity of a free citizen."

"Okay, I'll give you the house, but I'll take some of the things inside. They're something I'm asking for help. It's useless to hold them. You savage don't understand what technology is." Alexander gritted his teeth and finally did not forget to despise Gray for revenge.

"Well, the generous king can make concessions again, but you can't get more tempted!" Grey warned.

Alexander sighed. He didn't know why he had come to this point. It was clear that whether this guy's identity as a king was really still to be discussed. Why did he inexplicably become his slave and finally put in the tree house he had worked hard to build.

Gray followed Alexander happily. It seemed that it was necessary to show off his life frequently. Look, this is not even a home, so you don’t have to work hard to build it yourself!

Alexander was as if he had lost his parents, and his morale fell to the bottom of the valley, and every step was particularly heavy, as if there was a soul-devouring abyss in front of him.

"Okay, don't be unhappy. I allow you to live in my place before you rebuild your house, and I will help you." Grey comforted, looking at such a big man sulking strangely.

"Thank you!" Alexander said subconsciously, and he became even more angry after saying that. It was obviously his own tree house, but now he has to rebuild it himself, but he still has to thank the native.

But this guy is also a good person. A king is willing to help me build a house. He is willing to restore my identity as a free citizen even though he wins. Bah, I am a citizen of the United States, so where is the turn of an indigenous little king to take charge.

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

Seeing the tree house from afar, Grey's eyes lit up, "Mr. Anderson, what a beautiful house. I used to want to build a house on the tree, but unfortunately I never got it."

"Yes, it's very beautiful, but it's a pity that it has nothing to do with me." Alexander lowered his head and crushed a piece of grass on the ground with his toes, as if he had some endless hatred with it.

The two walked to the tree house and Grey found that the tree house was not locked, but just trapped the door with a rope.

"Please come in, don't be polite, just think it's at your own home!" Gray walked in front of Alexander, took the lead in opening the door, and made an invitation.

"Thank you!" Alexander said dryly.

As a mature actor, Gray then fully utilized his characteristics as an "indigenous king", and was full of interest in all the novelties in the house, and was happy to introduce Alexander.

In the end, he wanted to report his identity directly, because it was too difficult to be a mature actor. He had to ask about something new when he met, otherwise it would not be in line with the character of the "indigenous king". He clearly understood all those things himself.

"It seems that you have stored a lot of food, so we don't have to worry about food next time. We can build a good wooden house for you to have a place to sit. After all, it's not a problem for you to stay here with me, right?" Grey said while lying on a chair, gnawing on a magic-modified grape the size of a head.

"If you want, let's start right away. This time the sleep is really long. I feel my muscles are almost stiff. I can't wait to move this rusty body."

"Of course!" Alexander chewed the food fiercely, took some tools out of his toolbox, and took Grey out of the tree house.

"My first agrees, you can cut as much wood as possible. I can help you transport it, but it depends on you to build it. I have no experience in this area at all!"

Gray felt that he should have made a promise in advance that he didn't have so much time to build a tree house with Alexander, after all, there was a volcano on the island that erupted gold.

Although he had enough gold and had a gold mine at home that had not been developed, he obviously did not dislike the golden shining thing, and it would be best to fill his backpack.

Madd, I can't wait anymore, so many shiny golds are mine.

"You cut down the trees first, I have something to do. Come back later to help you move the wood, it doesn't matter if you cut more." After Gray said that, he ran away like a gust of wind, and wings grew directly behind him in a place that Alexander could not see, and flew towards the active volcano.

"If this volcano does not erupt violently and this island does not sink, I really want to build a country here!"

Gray picked up a piece of gold the size of a fist from the ground, wiped it carefully, and put it in his backpack, thinking with a happy look on his face.

"Hmph!" Gray shook his nose, and he smelled the treasure.

Leaning on the ground without any image, Grey slowly moved forward with the smell, and at a stone, Grey stopped, "It's here!"

Take out the sword from the lake from the backpack and Gray starts digging the soil.

More than ten minutes later, Gray wiped the sweat from his head, "How deep is it? Why haven't you dug it yet?"

He obviously smelled the treasure here, and the error would never exceed two meters. Why couldn't he find it? Is it still below?

While wiping the sweat, Gray looked at it and suddenly realized that it was almost dark.
Chapter completed!