"Since I was a child, I have heard my friends talk about the world, and they always whisper in my ear that everything they hear from their elders about this world, it is beautiful, and I envy it, because no one tells me all this. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

After dinner, Morrison told the little girl his story - as a young man with few friends, Morrison could make friends even with a plate of cacti, and Dorothy listened attentively every time, as if to remember something, although each time it ended in failure, but at least ...... She looked like she had tried.

"What's the outside world like?" Dorothy asked, staring at her wide eyes.

"Like you here, there are people, cities, mountains, and many more that you don't have here. Morrison said this, and then he heard the girl pick up the topic: "And there are very high engineering curiosities that can fly, right?" ”

"Ah, you even know that. Morrison was a little curious - this kid must be a descendant of the game world left behind by the hosting of player characters from the previous open era.

It's really an interesting little guy, Morrison nodded: "That's right, there are many, many engineering wonders, even the crystal wall system can be crossed." ”

At this time, Dorothy would listen to Morrison talk about the outside world, and in the winter, except for some inexplicable exercise in bed, she could only chat in the hotel.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door of the hotel, Dorothy stood up, and the girl happily ran to the door and opened the door: "Sure enough, it is Mr. Bishop and everyone, thank you for your hard work." ”

It turned out to be the Anonymous Bishop and his disciples, these prairie elves would come over every once in a while to take a look after hearing about Dorothy's existence, even on such a snowy day.

"Good afternoon, Dorothy, and good afternoon, young man. The bishop, a very old man, walked into the hotel and after confirming that it was Morrison, he glanced at Dorothy: "Dorothy, little one, how are you?" ”

"Mr. Morrison is a nice man, and it's a pleasure to live with him, and he often tells me stories about the outside of the crystal wall. Dorothy said this with a smile on her face, and she looked really happy.

"Thank you, big man. The bishop turned his head to thank Morrison, who leaned on the sofa and held his cheeks: "It's good to be happy, I really like this little girl." ”

"We are happy to have you to take care of her, come, girls, leave our gifts, there is another place where we need to go. ”

So the steppe elf girls laid down some of the gifts they were holding—meat and bread made by some anonymous priests, and they were rare gifts in a season of total scarcity except for the human heart.

After thanking the bishop, Morrison watched Dorothy send the bishop and her peers away, watched her say something to the little girl in the group, and finally Dorothy said goodbye to her, and then trotted back to Morrison: "We have fresh food again, Mr. Morrison." ”

"Well, come, let's go back. Morrison stretched out his hand, Dorothy handed it out, and as she walked into the hotel, the girl spoke: "Mr. Morrison, would you like to accompany me to Ashbby after the winter season is over?" ”

"......" Morrison was silent for a moment, this invitation young man really didn't know how to solve it, said to accompany her, Morrison felt that he was not ready to meet that lucky shit, so he didn't accompany her...... Morrison was a little reluctant again.

In the end, emotion prevailed over reason, and Morrison decided to go this way, he wanted to meet the sweetheart who could make this girl remember this promise after losing most of her memories...... What kind of existence is it?

So he nodded and squatted down: "Okay, I'll accompany you once, I also want to see what kind of beautiful man you are." After speaking, Morrison smiled and stretched out his hand to hug the girl: "Come, raise it high." ”

I really want to...... There is such a lovely wife.

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Following the marching procession, the little steppe elf girl walked up to the bishop: "Teacher, Dorothy still wants to go to Ashbi, she said that she remembered the agreement, and she must go over and have a look." ”

"This is the agreement between lovers, even if they have lost their memories of each other after the passage of time and space, they will still remember the wishes they made back then...... My little apprentice, what about you? ”

"Me too, teacher, my life was saved by the gentleman, and it was he and his friends who saved me from the pirates, thanks to them...... So, I vow, I must see him again. The smiling little girl jumped: "Teacher, am I very childish." ”

"Well, but how good it is to be able to live happily, to be able to fulfill the dream of being afraid, even if you are old, it must be a very good memory, Lawrence. The bishop stretched out his hand and patted the little girl's head: "Work hard, little girl, graduate early, become an assistant priest who can stand alone, and I will let you go back to Palo Ernst." ”

"I'll do my best!" the little girl smiled, very happy.

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Looking at Morn at his feet, the soul fire in Marceau's eyes standing on the guardrail of the ship's side is rolling, his left eye is scarlet, his right eye is pure white, and the dagger in the kitten's hand is flying between his fingers - this is the last insurance, if Marceau's identification fails, the kitten cub controlled by evil will hold the dagger as soon as possible, then Anne can think about how to send the cat cub out of the ship with a hammer.

Eventually, the dagger slipped from Marceau's fingers, and the kitten turned his head to look at the girls with a straight face and smiled, but unfortunately now the cats cry more cutely than laughing, and the soul fire between the eyes turned red in an instant, and then suddenly turned white.

"What a troublesome identification. Anne muttered, and Marceau jumped off the ship's side railing, and the jumping kitten was immediately embraced for a long time: "Well done, Marceau." ”

"I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do. Marceau said, and then hugged the girl, and then gently pushed the girl away from her arms: "We are not far away, and I hope that when we return to Palo Ernst, we will hear good news about those islands." Marceau said as he sat down on the deck: "My head hurts, those crazy evil gods, they are always bragging to me, why are they so many." ”