Fang Plover opened the door, and there was Sylvide outside.
"Good evening, Mr. Eddard, did I disturb you?" the girl said. The moonlight passed through the forest, like the song of the elves. They made the brilliant diamond in Irian, just like Sylvide's eyes at this moment. , soft and bright.
The forest is getting brighter.
Her long hair is of fine flowing gold, the tip of her nose is the color of jade, and her cherry-colored lips are the secret of stars and flowers. She raised her head slightly, her face reflected in the moonlight, like an elf in the forest.
"I would like to borrow a blanket. Miss Attila said you have it here."
Attila was in charge of keeping vigil today, while Sylvester and her maid set up a tent at the lookout house.
"Ah, yes," Fang Plover replied, "I'll get it for you right away."
He turned back to the house and took out the spare blanket from the cabinet. After thinking about it for a moment, he realized that he had missed something, and then picked up the exquisite doll girl. Turn around and hand two things to Sylvide.
"By the way, I never had the chance to return this thing to you." He said.
The girl hugged the blanket and took the doll girl with some surprise. She carefully combed the silver hair on the doll's forehead with her hands. Fang Yu had never seen such an exquisite person before, and he was fascinated by it for a moment.
She wore a long, crystal-white dress that was neither thin nor plump, but just right. She stood gracefully under the moonlight, like a blooming orchid.
Sylvide held the doll's silver hair in her hand and gently lowered it, then raised her head. "In my family, there are ancient legends about goblins passed down from generation to generation. They are said to be both mysterious and respected. There are many related stories in the Gray Coast area. Mr. Ed is also a goblin. Can you talk to me? wanna chat?"
Fang Yu always felt that he had heard the same words somewhere. It was a forest with the same moonlight, dull light and shadow, quiet insect chirping, and a beautiful and intellectual girl said to him:
"A chat has to have a beginning, right?"
He was lost in thought for a moment, feeling a little sad in his heart. And Sylvester was a little surprised to see him distracted. After a while, Fang Plover sighed. "What do you want to talk about, Miss Sylvide?"
"I'm just a little curious," Sylvide said. "Mr. Ed is a fairy user, right? Why do you want to return this fairy to me?"
Fang Yu scratched his head: "This has nothing to do with whether it is a fairy or not. This is Miss Sylvide's thing."
"But no matter whether it is a person or an object, only when you are around someone who understands her will your amazing beauty bloom, dazzling and dazzling." Sylvide looked at the closed doll girl in her arms. "And I am not a fairy. When she is with me, her pearls will only be covered in dust."
"I didn't think about it that much." Fang Pultru always felt a little embarrassed when he was with this beautiful girl. He said sheepishly: "Actually, it's not like I haven't thought about it. If Miss Sylvide doesn't mind, , I will never refuse.”
"Of course I mind, Mr. Ed." Sylvide smiled slightly and winked at him playfully: "This is what my father left me. Thank you for returning her to me."
"Oh--" Fang Yu was very upset, but it sounded like it was his father's relic. He couldn't take her love away with a knife?
"Miss Sylvide, who is your father?"
"I was born into an insignificant family of craftsmen," Sylvide said humbly. "I did not inherit my father's craftsmanship, and I am ashamed to mention that name."
If what she said was true, she might be from the Xilin-Spika family, Fang Pliance thought. The Rose Workshop of the Xilin Family is the oldest goblin workshop in Kaolin-Ithurian. Naturally, it is a family of craftsmen. Whether it is insignificant or not - that's two things to say.
"Why did Mr. Ed come to the first world?" Sylvide asked pointedly.
But Fang Yu misunderstood her, thought about it, and replied naturally: "Because I like it, it's that simple. This is my dream, so I must realize it."
"Do you like it?" Sylvide gave him a strange look. She couldn't help but think in her heart, this man was really not frank. What he really liked was debatable.
"So what is Mr. Ed's dream?" the girl asked pretending to be curious.
"Get a boat and go to the second world." Fang Pultru said directly, without feeling any shame: "Of course, I will also form an adventure group - I have already thought of a name, it will be called Dawn Star. "
If Miss Scarpet were here again, she would blow his head off - was this the name you thought of? But here, there are only the stars and the moon, the owl and the forest, the girl and the flowers swaying in the darkness, quietly listening to this ideal.
Sylvide seemed to have heard something interesting and covered her mouth with a smile: "Mr. Ed's ideal is very interesting."
"What about Miss Sylvide?" Fang Plione couldn't help but be a little curious. It was the first time for him to discuss his life ideals with a beautiful girl under the starlight.
"Me," Sylvide smiled lightly and replied, "I don't seem to have any big ideals, but maybe I am surprisingly destined to Mr. Ed."
Her voice is very ethereal, soft and quiet, not too strong. Fang Yu liked listening to her talk very much and couldn't help but subconsciously asked: "Huh——?"
Sylvester avoided answering. "If Mr. Ed likes boats, why not go to El Paxin's shipyard? El Paxin has the most famous shipyard and the most experienced craftsmen in the Seven Cities area."
As expected, Fang Yu's attention was diverted, and he nodded. "Of course I'm going to check it out."
The girl then bowed slightly to him and said politely: "Excuse me, Mr. Ed, I'm glad you can talk to me about this."
"Ah, it's okay."
Fang Plover quickly shook his head. When he saw Sylvester saying goodbye and leaving, he felt a little sad, but mainly because he couldn't bear to leave the goblin. The girl walked across the saddle bridge, her back looking soft under the moonlight, but Fang Yu was thinking about another shadow in her heart.
The moonlight is silvery, and the eyes are like water.
At Gray Anchorage.
There is an inn run by dwarves in the town. In September and October, the north wind will rise, and there will be significantly fewer people venturing into the Dragon Roaring Mountains. There were three or two big cats and kittens in the hotel, almost all of them indigenous people, and the weather had begun to get colder, and there was a roaring fire in the fireplace.
The firelight reflected the somewhat cold face of the silver-haired girl. She had been sitting there motionless for a long time. Only her long ears were erect, indicating that she was still as vigilant as she should be.
Miya sighed again, her pale silver eyes like star flowers looking at the half mark on the back of her hand in ecstasy.
She went to the resurrection point of the Hidden Spring after that, but did not find the boy. Was he hiding out of fear, or had something else happened? She thought again of his clumsy look that night.
Perhaps it was the sudden light that appeared in mid-air that deepened her impression.
The glow flowed over the forest, like the sun's carriage, lighting up the night - nervousness, anxiety and courage all appeared on that face at the same time. Now that she thought about it, it was a little funny.
Then he really laughed, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
If he said it, she might agree. After all, that was her most uncertain moment, before everything became doomed. She closed her eyes, and she couldn't help but recall the battle where the Star Dagger was broken, the boundless betrayal and despair.
She pressed her chest and opened her eyes, with a hint of fear in her silver eyes.
"Ma'am, do you need any help?"
Qin Zhi stood not far away, somewhat surprised by the beauty of this girl. For a moment, he almost thought he saw the Sea Witch, the girl of his dreams. But this is a daughter of the wolf tribe, Lotao, a man of the wilderness, and his dream lover is not only a human, but also retired.
That has always been his biggest regret - you were born before I was born, and I was born before you were born. Perhaps this is the feeling.
But it's so similar.
At that moment, Qin Zhi felt that his heart was hit by something in the dark, and he stood there unable to take another step.
Miya raised her head, her pale silver gaze falling on the man's left chest. She was stunned for a moment and asked: "Yin Zhiyi, are you Qin Zhi?"
Does the goddess know me?
Qin Zhi couldn't help but be a little surprised and surprised that he was favored by fate.
But when he reacted, the last thing he saw was two intersecting cold lights.
She is what people call the Witch of the Sea——
But people seem to have forgotten the origin of her title.
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Failed for the seventh time——
Tian Lan's fussy scream once again interrupted Fang Plover's thoughts, and he raised his head with some annoyance.
Since he became familiar with that method, it only took him half a night to overcome the second, more difficult level. Only one night after the week those people promised him, he had already entered the third level.
But it seems that we can no longer proceed today.
"Brother Ed, come and see!"
Tianlan urged from outside.
Fang Plover could only get out of the door, and the Gray Ridge Negative Hill Beast was entering the north gate of Alpaxin along the giant beast walkway. This was a straight avenue, paved on the hills of clouds and seas, leading straight to Alpaxin in the distance. Alpaxin——
And this was also the first time that Fang Plover saw with his own eyes the crown of the northern border of Aitaria, the capital of magic and shipbuilding.
What comes into view is the towering holy white wall, with crystal spiers suspended above it.
The tracks extend downward from all levels of the city, with magic trains running to various areas in the city, surrounding El Pasin Castle, which is like a pillar reaching the sky.
The latter is the center of the city, suspended in the very center of the port - large and small magic academies and shops, floating up and down the castle like a five-color sky street, winding around in a staircase shape. Down.
And the blue sky, reflected on the background of the sea of clouds at the end of the field of vision, lays out countless flying beasts and various airships——
A shadow was floating overhead.
It was the tilting shadow of the Taffy No. 3 rigid airship slowly skimming over the outer city, resembling a slowly cruising whale. Its belly covered with barnacles appeared huge - but that was actually the belly of the ship densely packed with Rope net with counterweights. The pilot from Schwerd Airport rode a bipedal dragon and approached. The airship made a long whistle, and the giant beast whimpered and began to slow down slowly.
But what really makes Tianlan scream is not this.
On the beast walkway, a huge caravan was leaving Elpaxin, and several mountain-like beasts were slowly walking out from under the large holy white arch. Compared with them, their beast of burden looked like a harmless little kitten, while Tian Lan lay on the railing and waved vigorously to the giant beasts, barking and jumping excitedly.
But her voice had long been drowned, and the giant beast took slow steps, each step crossing the length of several Gray Ridge Negative Hill Beasts, and then fell heavily to the ground, with thunder rolling and smoke flying.
Fang Yu raised his head and looked at this scene, his heart surged.
It was one of the largest terrestrial beasts in the world, Catoblepas, a legendary monster that could turn people to stone with just its gaze. Of course it's not Medusa, but a creature that looks like a mixture of an ox and a ceratopsian. Its body shape is the same as a hill. Its towering back is actually a calcified bone plate without nerve distribution. There are large and small wooden houses hanging on both sides, like A city - this is the Garcia's upgraded version of the pack house, the building.
Even after entering the customs in El Paxin, the little French girl had not recovered from her excitement.
Sylvide's master and servant seemed to have their own way of doing things. After saying goodbye to everyone once again, they left first - of course, taking away the fairy construct that Fang Plover was thinking about.
And Aitila had to take others to return the beast of burden and go through the formalities, so Fang Plover got some free time.
But he actually had nothing to do. He stayed in the hall with Luo Yu and Parker and was bored. Looking up, he saw the terrace on the second floor not far away facing directly into El Paxin City, so he simply got up and walked over, opened the door and walked out from there——
As soon as the wooden door inlaid with glass was pushed open, the sea breeze from the direction of the sea of clouds hit his face. The smell of floating clouds and blue sea, sky and sunshine made him couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The gentle touch of the breeze on the face gave people an immersive feeling. He pressed his hand on his face, opened his palm, and grabbed a leaf.
The leaves of the sycamore trees outside the terrace were rustling, the sound was thin and soft.
Fang Plover couldn't help but raise his head, and what he saw was the first craftsman's city he had seen since coming to this world, with layers of brown roofs and numerous chimneys, some with tower-like covers. Farther away is the huge shadow of the Artisan Club. The huge slowly rotating gear drags the chain tooth by tooth, causing the pendulum in the tower to swing up and down. Every once in a while, the heavy hammer will clang. Loud clanking noise.
In that huge factory, several towering chimneys constantly emitted water vapor into the sky, and the smoke tower on the side occasionally emitted a wisp of flames. On the other side of the guild stood a huge windmill, with its giant-like swinging arms overlooking almost the entire town.
A shadow enveloped the block, and Fang Plover covered his eyes with his hands and raised his head.
Tafei 3 has slowly entered the sky above the inner city and is entering the airport area. Balloons and sails are hung on both sides of the huge hull. The sailors are throwing cargo outwards, and the cargo is directly introduced in an orderly manner by invisible forces. The airport area on the top floor of El Pasin.
Pieces of sailboats were parked there, juxtaposed in the sky like the shadows of floating clouds - there were also a variety of fantasy vehicles and flying beasts flying on the routes prescribed by the guild, and some of them were taking off and leaving the city. Others descend slowly.
All these scenes are full of fantasy, and this moment seems to be reflected in Fang Plover's eyes, with the towering cloud ridges in the distance as the background.
Fang Plover held the handrail of the balcony railing tightly with his hands, and the wooden handrail responded with a rough and slightly warm touch.
There were primroses and pansies growing in the flower beds outside. He lowered his head, and there was another lively and prosperous scene below the terrace:
Pieces of colorful cloth hang above the winding and narrow streets. The alleys extend at the end of the field of vision. They are covered with shops and workshops below. They are hung with various hanging hangings and signboards. Stalls filled with goods are crowded into the long street. street.
The streets are bustling with food and fruits from Kaolin, leather goods transported from the Summer End Forest, porcelain, weapons and armor from across the sea, as well as local machinery and alchemical magic tools.
Women bargained fiercely with vendors, porters carried painted pottery through the streets, and an exotic caravan was leading their camels through the center of the crowd. Fang Plover recognized the desert people. They came from Istania to the west of Kaolin, which is almost the furthest border area of the Sea of Clouds.
Fang Yu watched this scene quietly.
Watching the leaves falling on the balcony, watching the drunken sunshine shining, watching a cat looking back at him on the eaves not far away, watching a few pigeons landing in the square beside the sycamore tree.
Looking at this city that is somewhat vivid and completely different from the earth.
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