Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 1062 Childhood in Daolin
Rational complaints, in unusual tones, emanated from the mouths and chests of these distorted humanoid instruments.

This absurd, dreamlike scene gave Xia Shou goosebumps all over his body.

After all, he had only recently transmigrated, and his mind was not yet able to adapt to such a horrific and abnormal situation.

But the performance was just warming up, and it was clear the choir wasn't going to give him much time to savor the moment.

Almost instantly, Xia Shou found himself in an unfamiliar environment, a castle room that resembled the Middle Ages, but was not.

The reason it's described as medieval is because the room's decor is indeed in the style of medieval nobility. However, precisely because these decorations are so exquisite and ornate, it's immediately obvious that it's not truly medieval.

It's important to understand that even nobles in the Middle Ages couldn't enjoy the luxurious lifestyle depicted in modern movies, as productivity at that time was far from sufficient.

Even more outrageous, the floor of the room he saw was covered with square tiles that looked like ceramic tiles, which was exactly the style of medieval nobles in movies and TV shows.

Just as Xia Shou was still trying to figure out what was going on, the door to the room he was in suddenly opened, and a group of maids walked in. The maid in the lead, who looked to be about fifty years old, was wearing a monocle and had burn scars on her face, clearly indicating that she had had quite an extraordinary life experience.

The old maid clapped her hands: "Young master, it's time to get up!"

Following the old maid's gaze, Xia Shou saw a boy sleeping on the ornate four-cornered bed against the wall... no, it seemed to be a girl?

As the "young man" on the bed slowly sat up, the other maids came forward to help the young master change his clothes.

The young man sighed, got out of bed, skillfully took off his pajamas, and then opened his arms. Immediately afterward, the maids took a long white cloth and began to bind his chest.

This scene puzzled Xia Shou. He had already figured it out. This person should be Dorian Gray when he was a child. Although one was an adult and the other was still a child, the similarity in their eyes and eyebrows still made it clear that they were the same person.

Is this the happiest slice of Dorian Gray's life?!

But... is Dorian Gray male or female?

Xia Shou thought it should be a girl, but girls her age haven't developed at all, so there's no need for her to bind her chest. If she binds her chest at this age, wouldn't it make her more prone to developmental problems?

And since she's a girl, why did the old maid call her "young master"?
Despite his doubts, Xia Shou already had a vague idea in his mind.

After the maids tied Dorian up, he was dressed in a white cotton shirt, then a vest, a bow tie, a coat, trousers, and leather boots. Once he was dressed, he looked exactly like a neat and tidy young nobleman.

Especially when children are young, the difference between boys and girls is not so obvious, so anyone who looks at her at first glance will think that she is a very pretty little boy with a very feminine appearance.

But even so, it's still not enough.

The old maid took a box of clear hairspray from someone and began to comb Dorian Gray's hair, styling it into a slicked-back style unsuitable for a child, fully revealing his shiny, clean forehead.

That was definitely not a hairstyle suitable for a girl. After getting that hairstyle, Dorian Gray instantly transformed from a handsome boy with ambiguous gender into a precocious boy with a somewhat comical appearance.

Dorian Gray did not resist this, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

The old maid gently wiped away the excess hairspray, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and nodded in satisfaction: "That's even better. Let's go, young master, to the master's room."

"Going straight there? Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Dorian Gray asked, looking up.

The old maid said, "The master has hired a tutor for you, so he would like you to meet him as soon as possible." Dorian Gray nodded obediently.

The old maid added, "Also, young master, you should be careful with your voice."

“Oh, I see.” Dorian Gray frowned slightly and spoke in a slightly boyish voice, a voice that was even more mature than that of boys her age.

She walked out of the bedroom, head held high, down the long corridor, and finally pushed open the door to enter a huge study.

“Father,” Dorian Gray greeted the mustachioed man sitting behind the desk, his tone slightly nervous and his attitude respectful in a way that was unlike that of a father and son… no, it should be said that it was unlike that of a father and daughter.

Then, Xia Shou's gaze quickly fell on another person, a tall man wearing a bowler hat and a mask with a crying and laughing expression on his face.

In an instant, Xia Shou understood that this must be his dream version of himself at some point in the future.

So that's how it is. No wonder Daolin went to such lengths to help him; they've been acquaintances for a long time.

"Hehehe, Henry, this is my good son!"

Old Gray got up, walked around the desk, and patted Dorian on the shoulder with great delight, his eyes sparkling with affection.

Xia Shou, who was wearing a mask with a smile and a frown, nodded and praised him generously: "Your son is truly extraordinary. Among all the children I have seen of his age, there is none more composed than him. He is a little gentleman."

"Hahahaha!" Old Gray laughed heartily.

Dorian Gray raised his head, his cold gaze falling lightly on the mask, and politely replied, "Thank you for the compliment." — It wasn't pleasant; although he tried his best to hide his disgust, it was still discernible if you listened carefully.

Old Grey patted his son's shoulder again, pointed at Xia Shou, and introduced him: "Grey, this is your future teacher, Lord Henry. He is an extraordinary sorcerer! He is also a master swordsman with exceptional skills!"

Moreover... hehe, he is exceptionally charming and has a remarkable demeanor. Even your father, I have never been able to win the favor of other ladies when attending banquets with him.

You can learn from him; your father won't mind. Although you're still young, boys will grow up eventually."

"...Yes, father."

"Alright! Go with your teacher then." Old Gray patted Dorian hard on the back, then pointed at Henry and joked, "Henry, don't go easy on my only son. If you can't raise him into a real man, I won't let you off the hook!"

"Lord Gray, please rest assured, I think your son is very talented. I can smell a very strong magical aura on her," Xia Shou said with a light laugh.

"Hahaha, that's good, that's good!"

Then, Xia Shou looked at his past self and led the still-young Dorian Gray out of the study.

As an observer, Xia Shou felt a sense of doubt when he saw this scene.

Isn't the happiest moment extracted from "The Most Bitter Loss of My Life"?

But it seems... Daolin is actually quite angry at this point.

(End of this chapter)