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Chapter 28 Do you understand the true meaning of fate?

 Shelia's question was very sudden, and Ringer couldn't think of how to answer it for a while. In fact, even the girl herself was surprised, surprised as to why she asked such a question, as if there was a sudden impulse that temporarily dominated her.

Her brain made her do something unexpected.

After a brief silence, Shelia said again: "Sorry, I took the liberty. This question... just pretend that I haven't asked it before."

In order to cover up her embarrassment, she picked up a glass of water from the table next to her, raised it to her eyes, and gently signaled to Ringer: "I hope my presumptuous move will not affect your good mood tonight."<

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The blue and clear eyes reflect the light like gems through the slightly swaying transparent ice water.

The bartender brought the glass to her lips, drank it all in one gulp, and then put it back down: "Well, I'll excuse you now."

She turned around and walked towards the counter. Ringer was still standing there, silently watching her leaving figure. During the music played by the magical plants, he seemed to be able to hear the girl smacking her lips and whispering: "It's a bit sweet.

..."

What a maverick bartender.

As the banquet got better, the boss lady left the kitchen, and the rabbit gentlemen who were no longer required to serve the dishes had nothing to do, and it soon became disorganized. Some climbed on the table and started eating and drinking, and some ran and jumped under the stage.

They were jumping around, as if they were accompanying dancers, and there were a few over-energetic ones running around the entire hall. Occasionally they would pick up the empty wine glasses on the table and stab each other, like two experienced swordsmen.

Duel, making a clanging sound.

No matter it was Miss Shelia behind the counter or Miss Xemi who was chatting with Metien, they were not surprised by this and did not show any intention to stop it.

After seeing this, Ringer could finally understand why these guys were so excited when the proprietress Shesta announced that she was going to hold a banquet. For them, whether it was the preparations before the banquet or the enjoyment during the banquet, it was all important.

It's part of the joy.

It was at such a noisy and lively moment that Saint Shalia came to the hotel.

The landlady who was responsible for picking her up opened the door of the hotel and turned a blind eye to the scene of demons dancing in the hall. She waved her hands with a smile and said, "Everyone, look who is coming~"

So everyone subconsciously raised their heads and cast their gaze in the direction of the door. At a glance, they saw the quiet and indifferent silver elf girl standing next to the proprietress. She had long braided cyan hair and big golden eyes, holding a hand.

The little white lamb, probably smelling the aroma of food at this time, was rushing forward with all its strength, but the gray rope around its neck was firmly grasped by Saint Xalia, not giving it any chance to act arrogantly.
"Ah!" Xie Mi reacted first and shouted happily: "It's Xiaoxia! Welcome back!"

"Yo!" Alice, who was going back and forth between the tables to grab food, also raised her hand and said hello: "Long time no see, Xiaoxia... Wow! What a dangerous situation!"

The last exclamation came from her holding up the plate with only one hand. As a result, there was too much food on it and it was too heavy, so she lost her grip and almost dropped it.

Medien struggled for a while between "Sister Saint Shalia" and "Xiao Xia", and finally chose a compromise title: "Sister Xiao Xia, good evening!"

Saint Xalia's expression softened a little. She nodded slightly to the three of them as a response, and then her eyes slowly fell on Linger's face.

Lin Ge was also looking at her.

Their eyes were of similar golden color, so the reflected faces were also similarly calm. The music played by the magical plants suddenly became extremely distant, as if the echoes were diluted through a transparent glass.
"Why don't you go over and have a chat with him?"

Siesta suddenly whispered in Saint Xalia's ear: "You guided him here, there must be some special meaning, right? But understanding between people needs to be through communication. If you just look at

But if you don’t say a word, you can’t convey anything?”

"Also," she paused, and her tone was slightly more formal: "No matter what you want to do, we will support you, Xiaoxia. So, please don't worry."

This is the promise she made on behalf of the Fairy Sleep Inn.

When Saint Xalia heard this, the corners of her lips slowly curved, revealing a light and beautiful smile: "I'm very grateful to you, Siesta."

"You're welcome, we are friends." The proprietress gently pushed the girl on the back: "Okay, let's go quickly, don't let Mr. Ringer wait too long?"

Saint Xalia did not resist and led her lamb towards Ringer. Although the latter was obviously more interested in the food on the table, he could not disobey his master and could only bleat helplessly.

It has a somewhat desolate and sad meaning.

Slowly walking in front of Ringer, this mysterious shepherd girl didn't seem to understand what social distance was, so she didn't stop until she was within one step of the young man, and raised her head to look at him. The two were so close that they could not stop.

You can catch your breath with your ears, and the slender nose is gently waving. In the eyes of young people, it is greener than the slightly hanging fruits on the grape branches.

This seemed to be a very magical metaphor, but Ringer really thought so. Fortunately, he did not forget the social etiquette he should have as a good citizen in the 19th century, so he took a step back and distanced himself from her.

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Seeing this, Saint Xalia tilted her head slightly, and her lamb also tilted its head slightly, but the direction of its head tilted was just facing the food on the table.

The girl didn't seem to care about Ringer's deliberate alienation, and said in a voice so light that it felt like the wind was blowing: "I thought you wouldn't come."

This sentence is quite right, because Linger also felt that he would never have come.

But here he comes.

The reason why he will come and the reason why he will not come are actually equally simple.

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"I remember you said that you can find a way to peel golden apples in the city of Luosting." Linge's voice was contrary to hers, as calm as the stones from ancient times embedded in the city walls: "I came here exactly for this.



It’s just for this reason.

He said: "Now, you should be able to tell me what kind of method it is."

Saint Xalia shook her head slowly: "If peeling off the golden apple is also part of your destiny, then you should find the method yourself. All I can do is provide you with some guidance."

She moved her gaze downwards and landed on Ringer's hands. These ordinary hands had once opened the goddess's scriptures and told ancient teachings; they had also handed bread and milk to the hands of believers, conveying a sense that was not

Goodwill based on one's own wishes...Now, you will also have the power to find answers.

Saint Xalia asked him: "Can you still see that line?"

Ling Ge was slightly startled, but then realized that she was probably referring to the golden line that appeared when she used the [Destiny Beacon]. It was it that guided Ling Ge in the direction and started the journey to the "Prosperous City".

"Journey.

However, since Saint Xalia left that day, Ringer has lost all traces of that line, and cannot even feel the traces of its past existence, as if it has been hidden deep in the dark sand dusted by years, lost in the swamp of time.

Gradually swallowed.

The young man shook his head slowly: "It's gone."

"No."

Saint Xalia said, and at the same time stretched out a slender white finger and tapped the back of Linger's hand. The fleeting touch was like a bird flying over the surging waves, or fireworks touching the blurred night.

Or under the deserted dawn moon, I saw the fairy dancing alone and heard her thin whisper:

"It's always there."

As a result, a thread was moved and slowly flowed between the young man's fingers. His thoughts and silence shone in the looming gold.

From this, people can deeply realize a truth——

The so-called fate is actually just tied to yourself on the other side of the line.

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