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Chapter 560 Delier, a passing town

I still didn't choose the right one.
The night is getting darker and darker, and El's small silhouette is hidden in the midnight behind.
On the outskirts of a remote village, on a small road where you can't even see your fingers, a delicate girl has fallen asleep deeply in the arms of a young man. The black coat is rolled up, and the figure of the young man is holding her and walking forward step by step.
[Sleep Card] floated with a faint light on the side, Fangran looked at Ling in his arms breathing lightly, her sleeping face seemed not to care about what just happened, and she bit her lip tightly.
He clearly said that he should recognize the strength of his participants,
But you still haven't completely gotten rid of your habit of living in a corner and praying for stability.
This is wrong!
You can obviously do more than fulfill her wishes in this small village!
Recalling the malicious intent of that person just now, Fangran became angry and recalled the girl who could only cover her face with her hands, feeling deeply sad and distressed.
That bastard just now made Fangran suddenly realize something.
This is not enough.
If I had given Ling a better life, this kind of thing would never have happened.
Taking a deep breath, Fangran straightened his spine and looked at the night sky, not for the courage to face the battle and not dodge, but for the purpose of changing his habits in life. He once again shouted to himself in his heart...
Think clearly, Fangran!
How many times do I have to emphasize this kind of thing?
Throw away your timid habits. You are a powerful participant, different from ordinary people.
Whether it's money or status, you can get a lot.
Old early twentieth century,
The young man who had nothing held the same girl in his arms and walked on the suburban path at night, once again forcing himself to grow up slowly.
In the dark night where you can't see your fingers, you can't see what's on the road ahead in the darkness, and in the deep forest that whistles from time to time, Fangran looks at the road that even timid people may not dare to take,
I think if it was him not long ago, he would definitely feel uneasy in this situation.
But now, he surprisingly doesn't feel anything.
The girl in his arms seemed to be his courage.
Fangran took out the [Xiang Card] and slowly put it back, the black box was unlocked at his side, and Altaïr's psionic floating wings unfolded on one side of his back.
Compared with the abilities of the mysterious side, the equipment of the technologist has the perfect function of resisting high-altitude air currents and maintaining a constant temperature.
A transparent wall of light covered his body, enveloping the girl who was breathing lightly in his arms. The moment the bluish steel unfolded its blue transparent light wings, his figure left the ground and flew into the night sky...
....
...
A warm and comfortable feeling came, and when she woke up from her dream, the girl slowly opened her eyes with some sleepiness.
Then I found myself lying on the bed.
Um?
A blank doubt appeared in her mind, and she sat up suddenly and found herself in a warm and cozy room, covered with a quilt.
Overslept again.
Looking at the bright morning sunshine outside, the girl who wakes up before dawn every day instinctively came up with this idea, and then heard the young man's voice ringing around her.
"Huh? Ling, you're awake."
Subconsciously looking at the bedside, Ling saw Fangran sitting at a table not far away, picking up oranges, and a book spread out next to him. It was not difficult to imagine that this guy must have been reading for a long time.
If you don’t understand, then throw it away.
"Where...is this?"
Ling looked at the clean and beautiful house with some confusion, the wooden furniture, the masonry window sills, the unused fireplace and the kerosene lamp placed on the cabinet, and asked instinctively.
"Well...you really asked me this question. I don't know where this is. I can't understand what this family is talking about..."
His face stiffened for a moment, and he gave a slightly embarrassed laugh. Fangran scratched his head and answered, but he quickly put aside this unimportant question and spread his hands to her and laughed:
"But it's okay. You can find out later by asking yourself."
I was stunned for a moment, completely unsure of the meaning of Fangran's words.
Just ask?
Who to ask?
But before these questions could be asked, Ling saw Fangran throw away the orange in his hand, pick up a bell, look at it in novelty, and then shake it vigorously.
It didn't take long for the door to open and a not-so-good-looking woman walked in and took a careful look at Fangran at the table.
Seeing the young man looking at her calmly, he raised his fingers and tapped a piece of white paper on the table, which was written in Italian:
‘Take her to take a bath and change her into clean clothes’
Nodding to please, the mayor's wife put on a warm and kind smile towards the child, walked towards the girl who was still lying on the bed, explained her intention in a gentle voice, and then pulled her towards Ling when she still looked confused.
Go to the bathroom where the water has been boiled.
More than half an hour later,
Fangran looked at Ling, whose entire slender body was covered with white steam. With the help of hot water and soap, Ling became white and clean, transforming from a dusty little wild cat into a cute little girl.
Wearing the childhood clothes of the mayor's child, with big light golden eyes, her arms wrapped in cloth were placed in front of her body, and she was grabbing the hem of the fluttering linen skirt. She looked at Fangran uncomfortably for some reason,
Her pretty little face has bright features, and her delicate body is lovable.
Blinking his eyes, he looked at Ling who had washed herself, changed her clothes, and tied her hair with a string again. She felt that her whole person was completely different and renewed. Fangran nodded with satisfaction, and then smiled:
"Let's go outside."
...
...
You always have to encounter real things before you can really have the real feeling of going back to a hundred years ago.
Narrow alleys are sandwiched between the houses made of bricks, which connect to an invisible distance. The streets where people come and go are filled with men, women and old people wearing clothes suitable for this era.
Different from Ire, which has less than fifty people, this small town with more than a thousand people is filled with countless old-fashioned houses, street vendors selling goods, and women carrying baskets and doing various things.
People working in all kinds of jobs,
The stream flows by the descending steps, rinsing the clothes in the wooden basin. The scene is full of the sense of the times, which is different from the El feeling that only gives Fangran the feeling of a remote mountain village isolated from the world.
Italy in the early 20th century suddenly appeared before our eyes.
Ling stared blankly at the beautiful house with a garden behind her, and then looked at the town in front of her, feeling a little confused and unreal.
Because she knew that this was the nearest town of Delir to Liir, but if she wanted to come here...
It takes two days of horse-drawn carriage ride!
Did I sleep for a long time...?
Following Fang Ran, Ling thought with some uncertainty, because she didn't know why she always slept very deeply in the past few days...
In short, the two figures, one big and one small, were each in a daze of surprise.
"Ling, do you know where this is?"
Fangran looked at the European town a hundred years ago in trance, and then asked the girl next to him.
"Deliar, the town closest to El..."
The beautiful girl stood beside him, and after spending several days together, her Chinese, which was jerky at first, began to become fluent little by little.
Delir?
Fangran looked around and saw that the stone brick floor was very much like a European town. Although it seemed to him that it was still a bit old and even shabby, perhaps this was the most authentic appearance of the world a hundred years ago.
Thinking of this, Fangran looked at the girl standing quietly beside him, looking sideways in one direction as if she was in a trance...
"Is there anywhere you want to go?"
Seeing her looking in a certain direction, Fangran asked curiously, and then the girl, whose thoughts were revealed, lowered her head, and after a while, she nodded slightly and gave a subtle affirmation.
"Um..."
...
It didn't take long for the two of them to reach the outskirts of the town, which was a white house on a hillside.
Said to be a house, Fangran felt that it even looked like a small manor.
It is far more gorgeous and beautiful than the mayor's home in the small town. The white bungalow has neat and transparent glass windows and a large front door. There are also fountains and gardens that are almost incompatible with the living standards of the people in this town. The overall luxury
It feels like it shouldn't be here.
It's like being moved directly from a place that doesn't even belong here.
This room...
Fangran suddenly had doubts in his eyes,
Why didn't I see such a luxurious house from the air last night?
The girl next to her stood on tiptoe in front of the iron gate and looked inside, but she didn't see anyone living inside.
Looking away in disappointment, Ling looked at her toes, feeling a little sad.
Isn't that person there...
After looking at the girl who didn't know what she was thinking, Fangran took one last look at the house, a little curious as to who would live here.
But he quickly put aside this useless idea, patted the girl next to him on the shoulder, blinked his eyes and asked in an attempt to cheer her up:
"Ling, is there anywhere else you want to go?"
Chapter completed!
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