The sun's halo is reflected outside the porthole, and the huge blue surface shows the end of the land. Viewed from space, the last brown-green color is disappearing behind the twilight line. Querod is sitting on a metal chair with a small book in his hand. In "History of the Past" originally compiled by Nestor, he watched his hometown sinking under the horizon. The whole of Europe was falling asleep. The sun crossed the Iberian Peninsula and cast its last afterglow on this ancient land. on land.
"Your breakfast is getting cold, honey."
The tall man turned around, a smile appearing on his lips. Scarpe came over and slapped the back of his hand, making him put down the metal flask.
The elf lady without the long pointed ears looked at her boyfriend with a raised brow. Quelord smiled, took her hand, raised his head and kissed her.
"You should take care of those little guys." Scape bit his lip and said: "They use the New World Depression to do their job all day long. Dr. Pellune told me that young people are It’s possible to re-educate, or at least learn some useful skills.”
Querod smiled and looked toward the living room, where screams were coming from there:
"Elsa, give me more blood!"
"Ah, Mr. Bold, it's too late! There is no more blood to add blood. It is impossible to add more blood in this life, because poor little Elsa has already fallen in a pool of blood!"
The little girl's voice was full of frustration and apology.
"It's actually pretty good, isn't it?" Quilod said to Scarpet with a smile.
"What's so good about it?" Scarpet put her hands on her hips - a whistle came from the kitchen, she glanced over there, and said as she walked back: "Quelod, you'd better take care of them."
She turned off the stove, stopped suddenly, raised her right hand, and the communication indicator on her wrist flashed.
She was slightly startled and clicked on the communicator. There was some interference on the screen, but when she saw the situation over there clearly, her eyes lit up and she screamed excitedly: "Quelord, come here quickly, it's the little guy. !”
She turned back and shouted in the direction of the living room: "Elsa, get out of here quickly, we have contacted Ed!"
There was a sudden silence in the direction of the living room.
Then there was the sound of chairs being pulled up in disorder, and a group of people ran out from there with a roar. The little girl who moved the fastest and almost bumped into Scarpe in a reckless manner was clearly the first among the elf ruins. The therapist who died at the hands of Qin Zhi.
She moved towards Scarpet's hand with a curious look on her face: "Where is it? Where is Mr. Ed?"
"Go away, Elsa," Scarpet pushed the yellow-haired girl away with a look of disgust: "Let me say first, I am the leader."
"But the leader is obviously Mr. Quelord." Elsa whispered.
But Scarpet glared, and the little girl fell silent.
On the communication screen covered with snowflakes, Fang Plover looked at the chaotic scene on the other end of the glowing light screen in the darkness, and a smile appeared on his cheeks involuntarily.
But he blinked, as if there was sand in his eyes.
He tried hard not to smile too ugly, and awkwardly waved his hand to the screen: "Well, hello everyone——"
"Hahaha."
The people on the other side of the screen couldn't help but burst out laughing when they saw his clumsy look.
But with smiles and smiles, people became quiet, and they suddenly realized that this was still the Ed they knew. That energetic, somewhat innocent boy has not changed at all.
Fang Plover also became quiet.
Before he clicked on this communication protocol, he imagined many scenarios in his mind, but when things came to pass, he found that he didn't need to say anything.
On the slightly distorted picture, Scarpe wrinkled her nose, with a look of disgust on her face: "You're a brat who won't grow up."
Everyone couldn't help but smile.
Fang Yu also laughed stupidly.
Then he saw the face of Mr. Group Leader. There was almost no change in him. Of course, it had only been just over a month, so it was unlikely that there would be any change.
It's just that this period of time really seemed so long to him.
"Mr. Ed, do you remember me?"
"Ah, of course I remember, you are Elsa."
The little girl with freckles on both sides of her nose looked surprised: "I saw that video, he's so handsome! Mr. Ed, thank you for helping me take revenge!" She waved her fist vigorously as she spoke.
"I haven't taken revenge yet," Fang Plover replied, "But don't worry, I will definitely take revenge."
The little girl blushed and nodded excitedly.
"Okay, okay," Scarpe lifted the little girl away and said with a serious face, "Ed, don't mess with those big guilds."
Fang Plover smiled slightly and didn't answer.
Looking at his expression, Scarpe knew that her words were in vain, and glared at him angrily.
"Ed," Quelord said, "where are you now?"
"Ah, Mr. Quelord, this is the Golden Bay anchorage. I am now on Fenris Island. I have just landed." Fang Plover replied.
"Have you left Talen?" Querod nodded slightly: "That's fine."
"Did something happen to Talen?" Fang Plover heard something in his words and couldn't help but ask.
"Something did happen to Tarun and you left there, don't you know?" Scarpe took over the topic and replied.
Fang Yu shook his head blankly. He had been cut off from the outside world since Elpaxin left. After that, he spent more than a week on the ship, half a month compared to Aitaria in this era. That's enough to say a lot has happened.
Scarpe replied: "We don't know the specifics. The official is blocking the information. Just like you, we also learned some information from private channels. It seems to be something happening in Charter City."
"Charter City?" Fang Plover was startled. Isn't that not far from Traveler's Swamp? He didn't know when it happened, because there was usually a lag in news getting out. He didn't know if it happened while he was at Traveler's Rest.
He murmured: "Is the situation in the community because of this incident?"
"Community?"
"The online competition area in China has entered a state of control, Miss Scarpe."
Scarpe shook her head: "I'm afraid it's not just you, it's the same here. But I think it's not just because of this matter, the military is looking for someone."
"Who is the military looking for?" Fang Yu was shocked when he heard the news, and his tone changed in fear.
"A stowaway, I think he is called Heng Fang or something. I heard he is about the same age as you, a big boy, but this kid is much more capable than you. Not only did he alarm the United Nations office in Stargate Port, but now at least There are military forces from six countries searching for his whereabouts in Aitaria. In addition to the five permanent members, there are also two senior United Nations officials. I heard that Chinese officials have found his adoptive parents——"
Fang Plover opened his mouth more and more as he listened.
Scarpe suddenly stopped and looked at him suspiciously: "Ed, why do you look so ugly?"
"Miss Scarpet, I, I..."
Fang Yuan looked like he was about to cry. The United Nations, the six-nation military, the permanent members of the Security Council, and senior officials all sounded so far away from him. How could they have anything to do with him?
He was obviously just sneaking across for a little while, but why did it seem like the sky was falling? How big of a trap was this?
Fang Yu couldn't help but shudder. What he was thinking about now was no longer about being deported back to Earth. He was just afraid that he would spend the rest of his life in prison.
"What are you?" Scarpe said angrily: "Speak clearly, you are a member of Dawn Star. Even if something happens, we can't find a way to help you solve it?"
"Miss Scarpe, I am actually Fang Plover." Fang Plover said with a sad face.
"Fang heng?" Scape was slightly startled: "Is this your real name?"
Before she could react, Quelord had already stepped in with a serious face: "Ed, are you the stowaway?"
There was silence all around.
Sounds of gasping for air came one after another.
Scarpe was stunned for a while, and then she screamed in disbelief: "Ah? Ed, can what that bastard Quirod said be true? You must be joking, right?"
Fang Yu nodded as if he was about to cry: "Mr. Querod is right, I am... the stowaway you call me."
"Ed!" Scape's eyes widened and her voice was eight pitches higher: "Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing? That is the military of the Six Nations. You are finished, do you know! Once you are caught, you will spend the rest of your life waiting to eat in jail! No one can save you, you bastard, little lunatic! You-"
"But Miss Scarpet, didn't you say that even if something happens, everyone can find a way to solve it?" Fang Plover looked at the elf lady without the pointed ears in surprise, as if her integrity had disappeared along with the pointed ears. .
"That's a normal situation." Scarpe was so angry at this guy that she was incoherent: "Can this be a normal situation for you? Oh my god, do you know how much trouble you have caused? With so many people dispatched, how many stars have to be used? We don’t have enough resources? Even if we package you and sell it ten times, we won’t be able to afford the compensation!”
She was about to scold Fang Yu bloody, but a hand was already on his shoulder. Quelord shook his head and walked up and said, "Ed, what are you going to do now?"
Fang Yu replied with a frustrated look: "I originally had some ideas, but now I don't know what to do. From what you said, maybe it would be better for me to surrender."
"Please do not!"
"Please do not!"
Querod and Scape spoke in unison.
The man and woman looked at each other, and then the tall man continued: "It won't help if you surrender now. Maybe you can consider another way. Do you know Pechio?"
Fang Yu nodded. That was actually the legendary recruiter who was recruited by the military under unusual circumstances in history. He could be said to be one of the earliest stowaways and the ancestor of stowaways.
In Page's time, the Stargate was not yet open to ordinary people, but this person entered Etalia through unknown channels. Without the Chosen One system, not only did he prosper in Aitalia, but he also obtained the noble title of the Oshur Empire.
Later, he also made outstanding contributions to the cause of reaching a truce between humans and indigenous peoples and promoting peace. Finally, he was recruited by the U.S. military under unusual circumstances, received the rank of honorary general, and became the recipient of the Peace Prize.
This person's life experience can be regarded as a legend, but after that, the Stargate era came, and stowaways became a historical term. Therefore, this man's legend seems to have become extinct, but he did not expect that someone would follow this path decades later.
"Your situation is a bit similar to that of Pechio," Quilod said with a frown: "But as far as I know, Pechio is one of the lucky ones. When he passed through the star gate, he was in tune with the etheric magic and obtained You have the unique adaptability to wind attribute magic power, but you don’t seem to have the adaptability to attribute magic power, right?”
Fang Plover nodded.
In Aitaria, non-attributed magic does not exist in nature. In fact, non-attributed magic is artificially created by alchemists.
Therefore, in the earliest days, the lack of attribute magic adaptability was actually equivalent to the lack of magic adaptability. It was only later that with the emergence of attributeless magic, people without magic adaptability could use some 'technical tools', bringing magic technology to the era of civilianization.
It's just that the strength of non-attributed magic crystals in the general sense is naturally far less than that of alpha crystals or even beta crystals.
Quilod continued: "Your innate conditions may be worse than Pechio, but your own talent is not bad at all. We have all seen your performance in the Continental League. Maybe you can find a way to win in the Artisans." Continue to develop on this path, and when you reach level 20 or 30, you will have the capital to talk to the military."
"Mr. Quelord, you all... all watched that live broadcast?" When Fang Yu thought of the fool he made in the Continental League, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed and wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
"Otherwise?" Scarpe replied angrily, "How do you think we found you?"
"No, isn't it because of my post?"
“There’s that element too.”
Querod interrupted the conversation between the two: "I mean, you can continue to participate in the Continental League. I heard that the Elpaxin craftsmen will always have a dispute with the Knights of Guta because of your matter. This happens to be a Chance."
Fang Yu was silent for a moment: "But in that case, won't his identity be exposed?"
"There are still more than half a year until the official competition of the Continental League, little idiot," Scarpe interjected: "What you have to do now is to seize the time to improve yourself. As an alchemist, it is best to find a big guild to join."
"By the way," she suddenly remembered something: "Why are you going to Fenris Island? I remember that it is a place where birds don't poop."
"I'm just passing through here, Miss Scarpet," Fang Plover replied honestly: "I plan to go to Grande. Dawn Star has not been canceled yet, and I plan to go there to inherit this name."
After he finished speaking, the kitchen suddenly became quiet—Scape and Querod looked at each other.
And everyone's eyes are a little bright.
"Good boy," Quilod said with a pleased smile on his face: "You did a good job, Ed."
Scape also snorted softly: "You have passed the test, brat, our adventure group still has some property in the safe in Grande, you can take it too."
She thought about it for a while, but still felt uneasy: "Also, you might as well go to Grande to see it. It is the capital of Kaolin-Ithurion. There are many offices of great guilds. You can choose the one that suits you—— "
But Fang Yu shook his head: "I don't want to join the Grand Guild, Miss Scarpe, they are all the same. I will never forget what happened to Dawn Star. I want to be a lone wolf."
"Are you crazy?" Scape was both moved and angry: "Listen up, kid, this is not the time for you to be willful. I have never heard of a life professional running away to become a lone wolf!"
"But--"
"No buts!"
"But I am not a professional in daily life," Fang Yu replied aggrievedly: "Miss Scarpe, I am a combat craftsman."
Scape almost fainted from the boy's anger. She replied angrily: "Do you think I can't cure you now, brat! You are just a non-magic adaptor and can be a combat craftsman, so don't I? America president!"
Fang Yu looked at her strangely.
He replied cautiously: "Then you can start thinking about running for election from now on, Miss S-Scape."
Then a Walker III walked out of the darkness and walked in front of everyone.
Everyone turned around and looked at the stunned Scape.
Quelord said with surprise and amusement: "...I didn't expect that I would marry the future President of the United States as my wife."
But before he finished speaking, the elf lady kicked him in the vital part, and he groaned in pain and squatted down. Fang Plover's scalp felt chilly behind the screen.
Miss Scarpet is still the same Miss Scarpet.
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