Chapter 97: Will a small destiny determine the future of the world?
A certain golden retriever maid always likes to jump out and make arguments when everyone is having fun, which is annoying.
But Alice said she wasn't making a fuss, she was prepared.
After attracting everyone's attention to herself with one sentence, Alice pretended to cough twice, and then slowly revealed the reason for her objection: "Flying to the southeast is naturally okay, but how do we know where we should be?
Where to stop? The beacon of destiny only pointed out the direction for us, but did not mention the specific location. Wouldn't it be terrible if we flew too far?"
Initially, I went to Rosting City under the guidance of Saint Charlia; then I came to Nimschel City to participate in the World Exposition based on Rochelle's suggestion. But then no one could give a clear instruction.
, flying southeast from Leisenberg, there are so many countries and cities along the way, who knows where the next young queen is?
Hmm.
Everyone frowned when they heard this. Firstly, they really had not considered this issue. Secondly, they really did not expect Alice to ask such a high-level question.
Could it be said that the fluctuating IQ baseline is currently at a rising tide?
Saint Xalia thought for a while, and then came up with an idea: "It doesn't matter, we can let Linge use his favor magic premonition. As long as the premonition gives a hint, we will stop, and that's it."
"But how do I remember that magic has a time limit?" Alice pinched her chin and hesitated: "What if we fly too far when the magic cools down?"
"No."
Saint Xalia shook her head and said in a soft voice: "People's premonitions may not be able to accurately distinguish between right and wrong. Sometimes they will go another way due to their own understanding, but it will not delay.
It will never disappear, it will always come at the most appropriate time, because this is-"
"destiny!"
Alice answered quickly, and Saint Xalia was not angry. That was the truth.
Although this idea did not sound very reliable, Ringer did not object, so the matter was decided. After that, under the control of Ietta, the sky island that had been circling above Avion City for the past three days was
, then under the swing of the cloud whale's heavy tail fin, it slowly changed its direction.
A huge, majestic and majestic shadow cruised slowly and heavily from behind the clouds. It was like a grand palace, patrolling the earthly kingdom of God, showing some kind of magnificent miracle that was beyond the reach of human imagination;
It was like a mighty giant bird, flapping its wings on the rocks, whipping up the howling frost wind, and swallowing up a large number of dark clouds that had no time to escape.
If at this time, the villagers in Avion City and even the entire Salia Field put down their farm tools and raised their heads, they might be able to see a line of pure white clouds stretched out from the very high sky, straight across the sky.
Gradually going away. Suddenly, a feeling of loss arose in my heart, as if something very important was leaving the people on this land. I am afraid it will be difficult for them to see her return in this life and for the rest of their lives.
.
On the windmill, the ancient and huge fan blades were turning continuously, blowing the scattered primrose petals on the fields to fly all over the sky. Ieta watched this scene in his room, and the faces that had once come to life came to mind again.
Whose tears touched the sea? She put her hands together on her chest and silently made a promise: One day, I will come back here.
When the angel understands what true happiness is, she will come here again.
This is the ending of the legend of the winds of Avion that will continue forever.
…
at the same moment.
At the Silver Qingliu Railway Station in the Borel district of Nimshel City, a train rumbled to the platform, spitting out billowing smoke. After the door of the front compartment opened, several orderly balances wearing silver uniforms
The arbitrator entered the carriage through a special passage, just as they had emerged from here two weeks ago.
When I came, I shouldered a heavy and arduous mission; when I left, I had a strange mission.
"How can it be an A-level mission just to investigate a priest?" While waiting for the train to depart, Sally played with a strand of blond hair beside her ear and asked curiously: "Is that a Sequence 4?
The above false gods? I said, why is it not our turn to carry out such an important task?"
Michelle sat by the window, wiping her beloved Magic King's V-shaped magic sword. Hearing this, a sneer appeared on his gloomy face: "What, are you scared?"
"Yes, I'm scared to death!" Sally glanced at him angrily: "You'd better not be scared."
"Of course I'm not afraid."
Michelle gently pressed the overload device on the hilt of the sword, and the magic sword immediately cracked along the lines on the surface. A dazzling light leaked from the silver sword blade, which was printed on the slightly pale face, which actually stood out.
He showed a bit of fanaticism and competitiveness: "My sword has not been stained with the blood of false gods."
"..." Sally rolled her eyes. If she hadn't known that Michelle liked to read horror and thriller novels when she had nothing to do, and was especially interested in detective novels about serial murderers, maybe she would have believed it.
.
Sometimes she can't figure out whether this guy is really sick and crazy, or is it just his acting skills? If it's the latter, then his acting skills are too good, right?
"Have you considered performing "Macbeth" at the Royal Opera House?" she asked incoherently. Michelle heard the irony in it and snorted, ignoring it.
"The relationship is so good." Agil, who was busy adjusting the magic device, took the time to sigh.
Immediately, the two people refuted in unison: "That's not the case!"
"Haha, that's why I said you have a good relationship. Even when you talk, you have such a tacit understanding."
"I told you there was no such thing!" X2
"..."
In the noisy carriage, Wade Locke felt very tired.
Sally, who is careless and informal, Michelle, who is paranoid and pursues dark and morbid arts, and Agil, who is addicted to machines and completely ignorant of the world... In terms of intelligence gathering ability, these people together may not be enough to be a night watchman.
Just a finger, why did Lord Feier give them such an important task?
Hope this trip goes well.
He prayed silently in his heart.
at the same time.
"Sneeze!"
Feier sneezed in the office.
She rubbed the tip of her nose and muttered: "Who is talking about me again? Sister Carabosse? Lilithi? Or that guy Favrona? It can't be Sister Eve, right? Oh, my charm is so sinful.
"
She pretended to sigh a few times, and then continued to immerse herself in reviewing and approving documents under the cold supervision of the adjutant.
"Melquiades."
"What's the matter, Lord Feier?"
"When can I take a break?"
"This batch is the last batch of documents that you need to review."
Looking at the few documents left on the desk, Feier felt confident: "That's it? It's not a lot. Look at me -"
Before he finished speaking, the door of the office was knocked open, and Clerk Minte stumbled in with a stack of documents in his arms: "Fei, Lord Fei'er, there is a new report from the data center about the idea of a god in the world.
Due to the abnormal reaction changes of the power of faith during the integration process, the researchers of the Catechism Circle applied to join the investigation, and you need to review the list; also, the new quarterly capital budget report you sent was personally rejected by Lord Carabosse, and she also asked me
I have a message for you. During the next mid-year work report, I hope you can explain why the number of magic devices equipped on the Crimson Night Gate far exceeds the expected number..."
Fer didn't finish listening. She turned her head expressionlessly and looked at the adjutant who also had an expressionless face: "Melquiades, drive her out."
"Ehhh!!?"
"I'm sorry, I can't do that."
"Hey, there is nothing we can do about it. I will approve all these documents in exchange."
"kindness?"
"You can attend the mid-year work report on my behalf."
"Forgive me for refusing."
"Damn it!"
…
Nimshel City, in a certain room of the "Snowmelt Church" of the Natural Disaster Mission.
"Please allow me to ask a more personal question, which has nothing to do with the outcome of this interview. Mr. Arthur David, as far as I know, you were once a top student in the Law Department of Nimschel University, and you are very relevant to our industry.
There is no overlap, so why would you want to join the Natural Disaster Detection Bureau?"
"Well, there are some complicated reasons involved. To put it briefly... do you know about the typhoon that happened in the 17th century?"
"Of course, everyone in Reisenburg knows about it."
"Yes, me too. I heard that although the unprecedented scale of the storm destroyed countless buildings in the Salia Wilderness, it did not harm anyone's life. At first, I didn't believe it and thought it was just the local people's far-fetched assumptions.
, because natural disasters cannot be such benevolent things. But then... I personally experienced some incredible things, so I changed my mind a little. I want to know whether all the natural disasters in this world are the anger of nature.
, or some more magical power? Behind them, is there some invisible will controlling it? Can we humans control this power? Just like...controlling a whale flying in the sky. Maybe so
It will surprise you, but it was indeed for this reason that I was willing to give up my original major and apply to work in the Natural Disaster Detection Bureau. If it hadn't been for that, I'm afraid my life would have been on a step-by-step track.
"
Speaking of this, he was quite emotional.
"I see, then," the man behind the desk stood up and extended his hand to him: "Welcome to the Natural Disaster Detection Bureau, Mr. Arthur David."
"I believe that all your questions can be answered here."
"This is also our mission."
The two hands are held tightly together, symbolizing another change in fate.
What is composed of countless small changes may be the future of the world.