A ray of morning light pierced the sky and shone on the gray stone floor tiles in Area 13.
This area that had been sleeping all night was slowly awakened by the caress of the sun.
Timothy walked on the street and listened to bursts of energetic sounds coming from the originally silent houses on both sides. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly.
To him, this was probably the only music in the world that was more beautiful than countless gold nuggets stacked together, hitting each other and making sounds.
Listening to it can make people feel courageous, and squeeze out a bit of physical strength from the already exhausted and crumbling body to protect everything.
Timothy likes to patrol at this time. He can see everyone busy. The emotion of working hard for a better life, full of vitality and vitality, will make him feel exhausted physically and mentally due to the war situation. It feels like it has been washed.
He smiled and tilted his head, looking at the slowly opening wooden doors on both sides. Just as he was about to say hello to the people inside, he saw two devil floating fish flying out of the opposite houses.
The innocent fish eyes met the hand Timothy had just raised, and the smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly froze and became a little forced.
When no one was paying attention, Timothy turned his palms into fists, brought his hands to his mouth, and coughed twice.
I almost forgot that the breeding house reopened yesterday, and a large number of familiars were lost from Dean's hands to various areas in District 13.
I heard that business is still very good, and the queue of people can even circle around Area 13. It is normal for him to meet people who have purchased magic pets.
It's just...a bit sudden.
Watching the two devil floating fish fly into the air, Timothy took a deep breath, and a vague premonition emerged in his heart.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that the peaceful mornings before would never come back.
With this ominous premonition, Timothy stepped forward and accelerated the pace of his patrol mission.
However, what he didn't expect was that his premonition would come true so quickly.
Probably after Timothy patrolled the third street, the scene suddenly began to become chaotic.
The sky was getting brighter and brighter, as if giving some signal to the people on the ground. Countless devil floating fish of different colors flew out from the houses, like colorful silk, covering the entire sky of District 13.
This scene, in terms of visual effects, is even more shocking than the first time the devil floating fish appeared in the breeding house.
Countless devil floating fish shuttled through the air in an orderly manner, drawing out meteor-like flight trajectories.
Some were carrying people, and some had empty backs, but hung vegetable baskets in front of them, as if they were going to buy vegetables on behalf of their owners. Timothy looked at the shadows cast on the ground, and felt a strange and unexpected feeling in his heart.
Maybe the two devil floating fish just gave him a good psychological preparation. After being prepared, the whole person's bottom line was greatly raised.
Sure enough, everyone is trained.
Timothy smiled mockingly, his face suddenly filled with emotion.
I remember that the last time such a large shadow struck was the siege of the Farna Winged Beast ten years ago.
That day, it was also a scene that blocked out the sky and the sun. The shadows on the ground were connected together, like an evil beast with its bloody mouth open, trying to swallow up everything.
District 13 won that battle, but at a great cost.
Some of the injuries have not recovered even now.
Take Timothy, for example. To this day, whenever he sees a series of shadows, he will subconsciously enter a state of alert.
Except today.
I don’t know why, it’s obviously all shadows, but it’s hard to feel uneasy when being shrouded in the shadow of the devil floating fish.
Maybe it's because they don't have attack capabilities?
Timothy didn't dwell too much on this issue. The doubts only swirled in his mind before being pushed out of his mind by subsequent matters.
Because of the magic pet, this day can be said to be the most tiring day since Timothy took over the patrol mission.
After showing the way to the sixth water-playing monkey carrying a breakfast basket, Timothy looked at the retreating figure of his magic pet. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was Dean's problem or whether there was something wrong with District 13 who had adapted so quickly. .
Anyway, before this, he had always thought that the residents of District 13 were hardworking and hardworking. He never thought that they could be so lazy.
Even buying groceries can be done by a magic pet, which is simply outrageous.
Timothy walked into the last street marked in the patrol mission. While he felt that people cannot and should not degenerate to this level, they need to be restrained by external forces to avoid being too chaotic; at the same time, he felt that this It may be an indispensable link in the development of District 13 into a characteristic area.
If he wants to see this place getting better and better, he shouldn't interfere at will and make any moves that interfere with its development.
The two ideas were intertwined, making Timothy quite confused.
With a long sigh, he suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart, raised his head, and began to look for the replacement patrol team. As a result, with this movement, he happened to meet the eyes of the dodo bird on the street lamp.
There was still a little bit of bread crumbs left in the corner of its mouth, obviously it had just been fed.
Timothy was immediately reminded of the clause in the contract that "the food for the spiritual mushrooms will be provided by the Knights and must be fed according to the eating time of three meals a day."
I still remember that when he first saw it, he was so shocked that he even forgot about the negotiation. He didn't react until the contract was signed.
I can only sigh that Dean's ability to pluck wool is really... pervasive.
After taking another look at the spiritual mushrooms, Timothy walked up to a group of patrolling knights who had just completed the feeding work. After handing over the patrol tasks to them, he took away the registration forms handed over by several people.
In it, basic information has been registered for all customers who purchased magic pets yesterday. The original version is in Lucy's hands, and this one is a backup.
The main purpose is to prevent someone from purchasing an offensive familiar and using it to endanger the security of Area 13.
Although the current magic pets may not be able to do it, after seeing doremi, shadow doll and other magic pets with extremely high growth potential, Timothy has learned not to judge such magical creatures.
They cannot be substituted for normal understanding at all, and if you look at them from a secular perspective, you will be the one who suffers sooner or later.
Holding the registration form, Timothy flipped through it and roughly estimated yesterday's turnover of the breeding house. His eyelids twitched and he lowered his head to cover up his gaffe.
He is not shocked by the sales. After all, he has lived in District 13 for so many years. He knows District 13 far better than Dean. Naturally, he also knows that although the overall economic conditions here are not as good as those in other districts, people with a small family background Quite a few.
Buying at least an F-level magic pet, or even a D-level magic pet, is a piece of cake.
What really shocked Timothy was some of the names on the list.
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