"It's all a small matter, and it just helps me warm up my body." Hessler waved his hand and said not to care, "It will take about two days for this airship to reach its destination. You can let everyone have a good rest.
Since Captain Cassia feels that there is someone following us, it should be right. The enemy does not know our information and does not even have a photo. But with their strength, it may not be possible for us to walk out of the airport.
It would be too easy.”
"And what we have to do is not only to get out of the airport safely, but also to collect some information about the enemy, or to grasp the traces of one or two important figures among them. That is what we need to consider."
"Of course, we still have to wait for the team leader to come back." Delya added, "I think we have to change the way we do things in the future, otherwise we will be left behind sooner or later." She said to Waters.
Yes, Delya felt pressure very early on, which was greater than what she felt when she was in the Brino region. This pressure is still growing. She believes that she should let herself and the people in the power do something.
good.
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It wasn't until he felt the huge vibration spreading to himself along the ground again that Cassia stood up from the pile of salutes, patted his clothes, slowly walked around the many porters in the salute warehouse, and came again from the special passage.
In the waiting room.
Standing at the corner of the door and looking around the spacious waiting room, Cassia no longer felt the vague feeling of darkness, and then walked to the empty seat in front of her and sat down.
"Am I being too careful?" He blinked and after taking off the contact lens, he immediately felt a sense of relief. The airtight and sensitive feeling against that thing made him very uncomfortable, "Maybe it's just
Psychological effect." He himself commented on this behavior.
Leaning lightly on the chair, Cassia carefully took a look at the rotating timetable and the corresponding airship flights. After getting up, she bought a bunch of food and found a corner to sit down as usual. The light outside was very good.
, some passed through the glass and fell on me, which was very comfortable.
There was a buzzing sound like bees flapping their wings in front of them. It looked like they were a large group, all with very young faces, carrying an aura of innocence that Cassia envied in her heart? The books she usually read were at this moment.
It didn't have the slightest effect. He couldn't find a suitable adjective for a while. But the aura they carried had indeed disappeared from Cassia's body long ago.
No longer paying attention to them, Cassia was instinctively alert to the surroundings while gulping down the food he bought. Then he closed his eyes and took a short rest. An hour later, he opened his eyes on time and scanned at will.
He walked around in a circle, and when he was about to continue closing his eyes, something in front of him made his half-closed eyes open again.
He was an unsociable person, with his hair simply tied into a bunch hanging down his head, and wearing a light pink spring dress. Cassia opened her ears, and when everyone around her was talking about interesting things about this outing,
She was the only one sitting on the chair and doing her own thing seriously.
But these had nothing to do with Cassia. What interested him was what the young girl was holding. It was a self-bound booklet with many strange words written by hand, which was called the Symbol Society.
More appropriate. Cassia's memory was awakened in a short moment. In Blino's warehouse, he had seen the same thing, which was a symbol deeply imprinted on a pair of dragon bone fossils.
Without any research on writing or history, Cassia has never deliberately thought about what these large symbols imprinted in his memory are. He originally thought that he would forget them over time, but he seemed to underestimate the power of these symbols. And
Thoughts emerged without being eroded by time, and a complex of symbols instantly filled his brain.
"Are you translating these things?" Cassia guessed. She seemed to feel the unobstructed gaze coming from behind her. When the girl turned her head, Cassia naturally turned a little and closed her eyes again. But after releasing
His senses still let him know that the girl had turned her head and looked behind her.
His eyes glanced behind him several times, and finally fell on him. Only then did Cassia remember that because of his own habits, he seemed to be the only one sitting in his row of seats.
"Hello, sir?" The woman's voice seemed ordinary to Cassia. As a courtesy, Cassia opened her eyes, nodded slightly, and showed a proper smile on her face.
"Excuse me, Miss?" Cassia asked looking at the girl in front of her who was similar to her own age. She was very young, with pink-rimmed eyes. The tenth floor was newly replaced, and the smooth surface was reflecting a little light.
Not a very pretty face, with a strong smell of book pages, Cassia naturally thought of the warm ink smell on the notice paper that had just been spit out from the wall in school.
The woman had already closed the booklet and squinted her eyes slightly. When she carefully looked at Cassia's face, she pushed up her glasses with her hand in order to see more clearly.
"Sir, have we met somewhere?" The woman's words were also full of uncertainty. She felt a familiar flavor from Cassia. Her life track all year round is in schools and libraries, and the person she comes into contact with the most is probably herself.
Her grandfather Du Lisen died, so that her perception is like a blank sheet of paper. It cannot be regarded as sharp, but once something is stained on it, it is much more difficult to cover it up or forget it than it is for ordinary people.
Although Cassia was dressed simply, it was undeniable that he was recognized by the woman in front of him.
"It's in the National Library!" the woman remembered, and her voice became a little higher with excitement. Several people on the side looked over, and she shrank her head, as if the conversation with Cassia was already an invisible one.
Like a transaction in Sunshine, it suddenly became very small, "Remember? I was working as an administrator there at the time, and you came in the afternoon and used the machine there to search for a place name. You were very serious at the time, and I peeked behind.
I'm really sorry." After the woman finished speaking, she showed an apologetic look on her face. She knew this was a very impolite behavior.
Cassia still maintained a smile, and had indeed searched for place names, but when it came to the first-generation Knight King Grote and the second-generation Holy Sword, he had always been cautious.
Seeing that Cassia did not answer, the woman continued her words, as if to help Cassia awaken the memory: "National Library, do you remember?"
Cassia looked like she was remembering, and he was sure that the girl did not admit the wrong person.
"Did you find the name of that place later?" The woman turned around and faced Cassia in a more comfortable posture, "I must not have done it yet." There was a little pride in her words, and solving such interesting things made her feel happy.
A sense of accomplishment, "It took me a lot of time and read a lot of books to get relevant clues."
Then the woman pulled out a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and handed it to Cassia: "In return for peeking, I'm really sorry."
Under the sincere and warm smile on the woman's face, Cassia nodded and took the piece of paper on which she wrote something. (To be continued)