Fang Yu saw Ms. Kuisu walking out in a hurry and asked: "Ms. Kuisu, what happened?"
"Worrying you, Mr. Captain," Ms. Kuisu smiled slightly and shook her head: "It's just that the winter hunting season is approaching, and I plan to give the workers a day off to let everyone relax. By the way, there is a celebration tonight.
, I heard that there will be a fireworks show, Captain, why don’t you come with us?”
Although she has experienced the pain of losing her child, time is enough to heal all wounds, or at least bury the pain deep in her heart. As a leader of a team, this woman no longer shows any hesitation at least on the surface.
Deal with sadness with calmness.
It is the perseverance formed between her brows by years of wind and snow, and she can face everything indifferently. This is exactly what women in the north have. It is the harsh frost that shapes their characters, just like the rough hands of a lady.
Thick calluses.
That's a hand holding a woodcutter axe.
In her early years, she was just a lumberjack.
Fang Piao heard the workers talk about this lady's experience, and couldn't help but admire him. The workers liked to jokingly call him Mr. Little Captain, but he just smiled, and then showed a trace of curiosity - is there a celebration before the hunting season in Dullon?
As for the fireworks show, that is even more of a distant memory.
On Earth, his hometown comes from an ancient civilized country. After the Lunar New Year, there used to be fireworks celebrations, but that is something that the older generation only remembers. As early as a century ago, fireworks performances were
Withdrew from history——
Instead, there are some newer and trendier things, such as projectors or drones. Young people are keen to keep up with the times, but in the process, they will inevitably lose some older or so-called 'traditional' things.
But whenever the New Year's bell rings, the solemn ritual sense in the blood will be revived and passed on from generation to generation.
That is an ancient memory rooted deep in my heart.
Therefore, Fang Plover was also very interested in the local celebrations and asked: "Are the celebrations after the Dormant Day to celebrate the Kaolin-Ithurian New Year?"
"Absolutely," Ms. Kuisu nodded: "I heard that you also celebrate the New Year there, but the fireworks show must have happened a long time ago, so Mr. Captain, you have never seen the fireworks show?"
Fang Yu nodded honestly. He had never seen a fireworks show before, so he was looking forward to it.
Although the chaos in the southern border has just begun, turning a new page in the new year may not be a brand new one, and the snowstorm will continue for another month, people always need some reasons to comfort themselves.
"Then remember to come."
"Right in this square, like ** o'clock."
As Ms. Kusu said, she looked at him and Sylvide next to her with a smile, as if looking at a young couple. She was a visitor, and even through the veil, she could see some differences in their expressions and behaviors.
different.
Her narrow smile made both of them a little embarrassed, and they each lowered their heads.
After Ms. Kuisu left, Fang Plover and Sylwede looked at each other. There was a silent subtlety between them. After a while, he asked indifferently: "Xi, Sylwede"
Miss Wade, how about we go out for a walk...?"
With a slight smile in her eyes, Sylvide only nodded slightly.
They had asked Ms. Kuisu before and learned that Luo Yu and his group also went out for a walk. As for Mr. Huiyan, besides Baggins, others also entered the city. The old sailor seemed to be used to being alone.
, volunteer to stay and watch the photo platform.
But at this moment, everyone has not yet reunited, and the hotel is actually empty.
The two asked the waiter to help return several boxes of books to the room, and then notified the owner of the hotel in advance that they might come to return the keys early tomorrow morning and leave Dulon at that time. Please notify Miss Fios.
And express gratitude to each other on their behalf.
The people in Du Lun who were decorated with the crest of the Phoenix family naturally looked down upon their accommodation expenses. However, after Miss Attila's reminder, he still left some local products made by the adventure group, including dried fruits and fruits from the forest elves.
Mead and so on, just to express my feelings.
Dulon in winter has a quiet temperament.
The streets were covered with snow, and ice ridges hung on the treetops. The vaults of the temple in the distance towered into the clouds, and they silently stared at this ancient city, the newly erected towers in the Magical District, and the huge gears.
and the hammer pendulum, like the sparks flying under the anvil, give this winter realm a hint of life.
Pedestrians are all dressed up, the gentlemen are wearing black trench coats, and the women are wearing heavy makeup and dressing up like ladies. On several luxurious and noble main streets, bright curtains hang from the buildings on both sides.
It is only three or four stories high, but it already shows signs of entering industrial civilization.
As the evening celebration approached, the streets became more popular. Long tables were moved out for the workers, and they were put together with banners to form a small venue - the tradition of winter hunting day competition.
The ancient age of knights continues to this day and is one of the few recreational activities in Aitaria.
It's just that today, there are all kinds of competitions, and there are many more categories.
There are awards piled on the long table, some stored melons and fruits, covered with a layer of snow. Celebrations in the north seem to be so crystal clear and white. Then there are the beer barrels that are loved to see and hear, layer after layer, piled together to form a
A hill.
Before the celebration even started, people were already drinking and drinking, and the dull atmosphere of the past few days seemed to be gone.
Those who brag loudly are mostly explorers among the Chosen. The adventurers have different costumes and come from many different areas. Dwarves and elves rarely appeared in this area in the past, but the Chosen have brought something different.
changes.
There was even a tall half-giant, more than two meters tall who stood out from the crowd. He was silently holding a helmet and discussing with the blacksmith in the shop.
There were also farmers and peasant women from surrounding areas who came in. They all put on new, thick skirts and fancy hats, giving them a more festive atmosphere. The indigenous people gathered together and talked to each other, their voices buzzing.
Buzz, only occasionally there will be the sharp whistle of the city guard, which cuts through the crowd like a sharp sword.
Only then did people move out of the way.
Fang Plover and Sylvester turned around and looked at this scene. The two of them were walking quietly before, neither talking to each other, but they seemed to be able to feel each other's thoughts. Miss Tata was sitting on the shoulder of her knight.
on the bed, holding a piece of candy - the one given to her by Fang Plover.
A troop of cavalry appeared on the street and passed through the crowd.
"Look at the feathers on their shoulders." Sylvide suddenly whispered to him.
"What's that?" Fang Plover asked.
"The personal guard of the Phoenix family, those are the feathers of the fire-feathered bird."
The feathers are long, bright and fiery red, like a bunch of blooming sparks.
The fire-feathered bird is a descendant of the phoenix, but of course it is impossible for the Mordekaiser family to actually use phoenix feathers as decoration - although there are indeed phoenixes in Etalria.
"Are there any members of the Phoenix family in this team?" Fang Pliong asked.
He was thinking of the heir to the Phoenix family named Enan, the master of Phios.
But he was probably the only member of the Phoenix family that he had heard of. He was somewhat interested in him, but it was obvious that the people from the Phoenix family were the chosen ones with his status. During the days he stayed in Du Lun, he even
I haven't even seen the maid named Fios for a second time.
Sylvide nodded.
Then a carriage passed by the crowd, and the long street seemed to fall silent, and there was no sound.
Fang Yu couldn't help but look up at the phoenix emblem on the inner city gate, and then he felt the majesty and identity of this clan. Only a few selectors made a few noises, but they were arrested by the guards.
Fortunately, because of their special status, the guards did not have any difficulties after arresting them. They let these people go after the carriage passed.
The selectors did not dare to make too many mistakes. After all, they were still bound by the "Stargate Declaration" and the Super Competitive Alliance, so they and the aborigines had maintained such a half-distance and half-break relationship for decades.
"Who was in the past?"
Sylvester couldn't help but smile.
Fang Yu was stunned, and then he realized that he had asked a stupid question. How could Sylvide know?
After the city guards passed by, everything returned to what it was before. However, Fang Plover saw the arrested selectors sneaking into a nearby alley after being released.
He took one more curious look, then the other party noticed him, glared at him, and gestured to him, telling him to mind his own business. Fang was stunned for a moment, thinking that these people were really arrogant, so he was punished.
Not long after, he pulled me up again.
However, he was not afraid of things, so how could he be frightened by the other party? He raised his right hand, thumb down, and gestured to the other party.
This turned out to be a good thing. More than ten people from the other side suddenly emerged from the alley, aggressively trying to trouble him. Fang Yu was shocked when he saw this. Although he was not afraid of anything, he was not stupid either.
These people didn't know their rank, and they might not be his opponents, but if they were to fight in the city, they would probably go to the city guard's cell to drink tea. He knew it was not a good idea, so he quickly took Sylvide's hand and ran away.
into another street.
"Captain, you have caused trouble again." Sylvester said with a smile as she ran, "Miss Attila will probably be angry if she finds out."
"You saw it," Fang Yu shouted, "They were the ones who provoked me first."
"Miss Attila doesn't care about this."
"Then you won't tell her, will you?"
Miss Fox smiled and said: "I'm sorry, yes."
Fang Yu's face darkened after hearing this.
Not far away, behind a window on the second floor, a pair of strange-colored eyes were looking at this scene through the frost-covered glass.
"Child..." Odin looked at it for a while, shook his head, and then turned back. In front of him sat two knights, one long and one small. The old knight was wearing a uniform and wearing a knight's sword. He was forty years old.
There is more than enough, and his expression is a little vain, as if he has been seriously injured.
The younger one was about the same age as him. There was a wound on his cheek that extended to his chin. It was not deep, but shallow, and had scabbed over. It would probably not leave any scars in the future. This was probably a lucky spot.
He was not sitting in the main seat.
At the head of the throne is a more serious man with gray temples, wearing a satin robe, with the consul's cane on one side. He has the characteristics of a typical fjord people, stern and cold, like a taciturn cliff -
—Those rock walls that have stood in the fjord for many years, in the strong wind, as if they were cut with axes or knives.
Odin yawned.
The house was a little quiet, with charcoal burning in the fireplace.
The older knight's voice was hoarse, like a file being rubbed on sandpaper: "I'm sure it's that man I saw," he said slowly, but very powerfully and firmly: "His name is Baggins. I'm growing up."
Song Fjord met him once, when he was still Ma Wei's subordinate and a die-hard loyalist——"
"Are you sure you read that correctly?"
The older knight nodded.
The man then turned around and glanced at Odin, who hurriedly sat upright - but the governor of Dulon shook his head: "It doesn't have to be like this, Mr. Odin, you Holy Chosen Ones are naturally different from us..."
Odin smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I'm used to it, Mr. Archon."
The Archon nodded: "The Super Sports Alliance asked you to come and help. The Prime Minister is very grateful. We will remember the help you have given to His Majesty in this world, and one day you will be rewarded accordingly."
"ragnarok thank you very much."
The man nodded and got to the point: "So, what do you think of that battle?"
"The opponent is not weak," Odin thought for a moment and replied: "I mean at this level, the opponent is quite strong. Moreover, our people saw people from Silver Vislan in that adventure group..."
"People from Silver Vislan?" The Archon thought for a moment before remembering the names of the guilds of these Holy Chosen Ones: "Aren't they also bound by your Super Competitive Alliance?"
"On the one hand, yes, but recently they have become closer to Stargate Port."
"What's the meaning?"
"It's hard to explain," Odin shrugged. He was just here to complete the task and had no obligation to discuss the situation in the domestic competition with the other party. "But Silver Vislan should not openly oppose the Super Competitive Alliance-"
"Well, in short, we should find the other party first," the consul replied: "Baggins is the person His Majesty the King is looking for. As for the other party, it is up to you to negotiate."
But there was not much meaning in the words of bargaining——
Odin also understands that Aitaria is the native Aitaria after all. This is the behavior of the Corin-Ithurian nobles. Being able to discuss with them means that they are regarded as equals.
.
He nodded.
Then he glanced at the chasing parties outside the window.
He thought for a moment before quietly sending a message to an ID:
"What are you doing in the Shadow Throne recently?"
…
"The other party seems to be someone from the Shadow Throne."
After escaping for a while, Fang Plover looked back and seemed to realize the identities of those people.
He ran very fast, and with the help of the Clockwork Goblin, he would never be blocked in the crowd. The other party chased him for a while, but couldn't catch up. Finally, he had no choice but to stop and yelled at him for a while before retreating.
"It's them." Sylvide had obviously recognized the other party.
"What are they doing again?"
Because of what happened with the Dragon Fire Guild, and the alchemist who was causing trouble for them for no apparent reason, Fang Plover's impression of these people was obviously not much better.
Sylvide only shook her head.
Only then did Fang Plover see that the other party was retreating, not just because he could not catch up with him, but because a carriage was driving over from the other side of the long street. After those people retreated, they protected the carriage from left to right.
The carriage was dusty, and the family crest on it was also removed. After the door opened, two people jumped out, and then another person was pulled out from the carriage. The person struggled for a while, but was unable to do so, but he still got off.
Got the car.
What kind of mission is this?
In normal times, it would be normal for these guilds to collectively perform some tasks, and Fang Plover would not take a second look. It was only when he thought of what Tian Lan and Parker encountered at the Masonk Creek Station that he took a second look.
But at this glance, he was slightly startled. The figure being dragged out of the car was obviously a woman, which always seemed familiar to him.
But at this moment, a few more people noticed him and Sylvester and turned around and walked over. When he saw this, he pulled Sylvide back towards the corner of the street.
"Did you see clearly?" He asked the ship officer: "In that scene just now, did you recognize who that person was?"
Sylvide lowered her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised her head, a hint of surprise flashed through her shallow sea eyes: "It seems to be Feos."
Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then realized. No wonder he felt familiar - the other person's back was almost exactly the same as when the maid left the hotel. What were these people doing to kidnap Fios?
If it were someone else, that would be fine, but the plan revealed by the Shadow Throne at the Masonk Creek station has always made him worried. Besides, Miss Phios is not a stranger to them.
The other party helped them once not long ago.
With a thought in his mind, Fang Yu made a decisive decision and said to Sylvide: "Get in my way."
The noble daughter understood this and pretended not to care and stood in front of Fang Plover. Fang Plover used her cover to raise his right hand. The clockwork fairy that was already in the sky paused slightly, and then suddenly flew in one direction.
The people from the Shadow Throne were holding the girl who got off the carriage and walking towards the alley. Fang Plover looked at this scene from a distance and immediately commanded the clockwork fairy to cross the alley above the narrow sky.
Leaves an imperceptible pale golden trail.
He let the camera look down and turned on the narrow field of view mode. Through the magnification, he could see clearly.
That girl wrapped in a cloak and hood, isn't she Phios?
"Have you found it?" Sylvide asked.
Fang Plover nodded.
He clenched his gloves with a 'click' sound.
The clockwork goblin immediately climbed upwards at his command.
The golden construct switched to wide-field mode, and immediately calculated the surrounding terrain from a bird's-eye view - Fang Plover pulled down his goggles and looked back. It only took a moment to find the target in the dense and crisscrossing road network.
Make a way out.
The other party's destination seemed to be a closed hotel down the street.
Fang Plover zoomed in and saw clearly the words on the hotel sign: