What's it like to run faster than you ride?

Their feeling is that this is purely full of food and nothing to do, that is, to save effort, and then there is nothing, more precisely, he is riding, she is flying.

Along the way, over the mountains, through the forests and lakes, hunting and camping, over the grasslands, through the cities, hundreds of years of developed road network to make them all the way unimpeded, the security brigade to ensure that they are safe and worry-free, except for a certain individual strength and distorted psychology brought about by the tragedy and the pursuit of profit brought about by the disaster, other places are fine, but, although the port city in this era is not dangerous, but it is not safe.

That's where they want to go now, people from other countries are not as peaceful as their own people, and non-"equal" values can also create a gap between people of different power levels.

There are merchants, hawkers, travelers, murderers, thieves, ***, ordinary people who belong to the "surface world" and all the dirty and dark you can imagine coexist, but there are people on both sides of the surface who are responsible for cleaning up the garbage, in the corners you can't see, they dutifully shuttle through the [underground world] between the lanes, for their own people, this country has given them opportunities, maybe there are still all kinds of injustices, but at least, they follow the right path and live a completely normal life, and they are willing to fall, so they can't complain.

As for foreigners, either they will be repatriated or they will disappear, and everyone knows a lot of rules, so it's good not to step on the bottom line.

For the government, opening up to the outside world is one of the most difficult areas on the planet, and even if most of the garbage is cleaned up, it will be a huge challenge to deal with the complex relationships between all parties, and Albert has made it clear to her, restrain curiosity, don't care, don't listen, don't ask, "I don't know".

The strength of the second-ring wizard is enough to make others talk to him calmly, don't make trouble, it's okay, as for what "cause trouble, be scolded, find out the conspiracy, and solve it", that's what the protagonist can do, and he doesn't think he's the protagonist.

The sun was very large, and it should feel quite cool after floating in mid-air to control the water vapor and cool down, and the after-effects of Cecilia's death had not yet faded.

Half of her body bones were damaged to varying degrees, and her muscles were painful, of course, [Forced Calm] could help her restrain the pain, but she didn't do it, but chose to float like that, and the little pain that remained when there was no body movement was nothing to her, especially when the most painful time had passed: it would hurt even if she didn't move at first, and it was much better later.

"How far is it?" asked as the map was in her hand, and he rode his bike.

"It's coming, half a day at most. ”

Grasping the rope and ringing the bell, reminding the two children in front of him to give way, in front of him was a very vast meadow, on both sides of the road, sparse large trees and a few shrubs stood in the grass that seemed to be a little yellowed, on the right mound, the large predator was scanning its hunting ground, and under its paws was a small bighorn deer, it was a juvenile deer, it looked cute, but the laceration on the neck proved the strength of the predator, it was over, there should be many people to see, but no one stopped it, survival of the fittest, Mother Nature is always the same。

The road under their feet became a part of nature, and the animals ran leisurely along the road, crossing it, without fear, and the traveler from nowhere shared the two of them, silently carrying huge backpacks.

He should be a very eloquent person, but the conversation box has not yet been opened, and the cocoon on his hand has already told Albert a lot of things.

First of all, this is a literary author, the cocoon is grinded out of the pen, the presence of a slight discoloration of the index finger and middle finger also proves that the person likes to smoke, the color difference of the skin melanin on the short cuffs indicates that the person is out of the house for a long time, the wind and the sun, to sum up, it should be a record while traveling, he is also a travel enthusiast, and the temperament and senses are telling him that this is a very talkative person, and that's all he can know.

Neither of them had any interest in chatting, and they were both in a hurry, and soon walked in front of the man, and others were walking along the road.

Cecilia shouted, fell from the sky, and sat on the back seat of his bike.

"It doesn't hurt?" he raised an eyebrow.

"It didn't hurt much anyway. "Doesn't that still hurt? ”

The blue light point appeared again with his manipulation, this simple, the effect of the analgesic magic effectively suppressed the excess senses, drove away the residual pain, she kept releasing [healing] to herself when she was floating in the sky, although the bones are not good, but the muscles have been much better, but there is still a lot of pain, not that you can't bear to touch it, sit there and pretend nothing happened.

Albert pursed his lips and continued to maintain his [forced calm].

He shook the crisp bell again and reminded passers-by to give way: "Your parents have met." "Hmm. "So many cities have also passed. "Yes. "How do you feel about going abroad now?" "I don't think about it, I'm just excited." ”

"Actually, even if the money wasn't given to me, I would have been able to scrape together enough money for the trip. ”

Albert jumped to introduce the topic in another direction: "The drawings of the [lightsaber] can be sold to the state, the government research agency will give me a lot of money according to the cost and research expenses, and the two swords that have been formed can also be sold to collectors, many people like those strange things, and you can also go to the dark alleys of the [Underworld] to catch a few bedbugs who have committed crimes to receive rewards, and at the worst, take over the task of killing the [Underworld], anyway, have you not slaughtered in your previous life." ”

"Eh, didn't you say okay, don't you say this? ”

"It's very unpleasant to see what you think, interrupt your train of thought. He looked at the man in the back seat through the miniature mirror of the vapor suspended in midair, "It's much better now." ”

"If you think it's okay to cause me trouble, don't you have enough fun for me? ”

"A lot of people stay where they are all their lives, they all bury their heads in their lives, they have a good life, they can get by with everything, they also want to go outside, and there are many things to tie themselves, they always say that they will go when they have the opportunity, and in the end they just don't find the opportunity, and they are worried about this and that, at most to the suburbs that are very close to where they live, we have seen so many strange things, are we happy?" "Of course happy. ”

"That's it. She felt some invisible force pinching her face. "Don't be like a frosted eggplant. ”

[I'm going to speed up, sit tight.] 】

Climbing up a steep hill with the speed of a car, the magical air currents and his own strength made the bicycle "jump", rushing forward, rushing high, accelerating the dynamic vision slowing the whole world down, she saw the sun passing by his side, the continuous fiery clouds in the sky connected with the stars overhead, animals, trees, shadows dragged long, and the rapid warm wind blew the ends of his hair, blowing away a trace of depression in his heart.

The power of pinching her face quietly withdrew, and Cecilia thought for a moment and reached out to press it on her face.

Pull out a smile.