It wasn't until noon that Fitney was ready to leave the hotel. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lightetta had been asked by Freisen to leave yesterday - and she had nothing left to do in Herrington - her internship was completed and she could return to Starlight at any time.

She plans to go back today.

Walking through the forest was dangerous, especially in Rose May, but Fitnair had no choice but to go back before the men sent by the Kingdom of Lutheran reached Starlight.

To her surprise, when she walked out of the door, she found that his carriage had stopped at the door.

The carriage was made of thick wood, which gave it a heavy appearance, and most people didn't use this kind of wood because it was heavier than steel, but considering that Ed was a magician, it was all forgiven.

Magic doesn't have a lot of effect, but the place where it can be displayed is amazing.

"Is this your family's carriage?" Fitnair glanced at the carriage.

And there is no coachman.

"Bought it these days. Ed said, taking her suitcase while she was not looking, and then went to the carriage, opened the door, and held out his hand to her like a servant, "So, sir, get into the carriage?"

Fitnair wanted to refuse, but at the same time caught a glimpse of a man poking his head out of the alley on the corner of the street, and silently handed his hand to him - she was wearing a black cloak today, which was very neutral, and would be worn by both commoners and nobles, because of that short hair, she was still Evan Freyton.

Ed closed the door and jumped into the driver's place - and then she felt the carriage move and pulled her out of Herrington.

The darkness of the sky made it impossible to watch, and Fitney sat quietly in the carriage, the only open window in front of him, from which he could see the back of Ed's car.

"Hey, see those spots of light. Ed suddenly reminded Fitney.

Fettnay knew that Eddard's drive was merely a pretense - the result of the Piercing Eye told her that the magician was using magic to push the carriage forward like a river flowing downstream, so that the carriage was much faster than a normal carriage - in which case Fitnair could only see a flickering point of light as he looked where Eddard was pointing.

"This is a signal from the robbers. Fitney was silent for a moment.

Most of the plants in Rose May are dormant, and there are no glowing plants before entering the forest, which can only be interpreted as a signal for the robbers who live outside the city.

However, the reason for this inference was because of some similar things she had seen in Eurica.

That organized group sends a message in this way during the Rose May.

"It seems that you are not worried about being targeted by robbers. Ed's tone was leisurely, and instead of pretending to ride his horse, he leaned back on the carriage, and Fitney even felt that he had narrowed his eyes.

"Your carriage is going so fast that they will know that this is the carriage of a powerful magician - why should they take such a risk. Fitney said.

"You're only half right, they don't attack me when they see me, not because I'm a powerful magician, but because they know I'm Ed Ansendeir, their leader, Tritan's friend. ”

"You know Tritan?"

"If you're getting Eulika's privileges, why can't I be old friends with Tritan?"

Knowing that he was being sarcastically again, Fitnair shot back quietly: "Will you have friends too?"

"This irony works well for you, too. Ed wasn't frustrated at all.

"Where are you going to take me? "The best way to fight back, as always, is to ignore sarcasm.

"I'm asking Professor Letta to help me find something, and I'm going to bring you back to Starlight in return. ”

Hearing this answer, Fitney stopped talking, and the two did not communicate any more, and fell into silence like the sky of a rose May.

Then Fitney fell asleep in the carriage, she hadn't slept well the previous night.

Fitney sat and fell asleep, still straight, still holding his waist straight and not moving.

I don't know how long it took, but Fitnair felt summoned by something, and opened her eyes, and she felt in a daze that a quarrel of people was ringing in her ears, but it was too far away and seemed ethereal.

This state of confusion allowed her movements to move faster than her thoughts—she opened the curtains of the window on the side of the carriage.

The carriage was already driving through the forest, and since it was a carriage that walked by magic, the wheels were floating on the ground and not close to the ground, so there was no jolting, only the rapid changes on both sides as evidence that it was moving at high speed—Fitnair looked at the blackened trunks and saw that the forest was completely covered in darkness and lifeless, as if it had been baptized by fire.

Then Fitnair was drawn to a distant image - she could be sure that the voices were coming from.

There were black "waves" tumbling and surging, black churning gray, and the occasional creature trying to pounce on it, tooth and claw—Fitnair had seen them, and it seemed that they had come across such a thing beside the field of Ballo's flowers, and Eureka had let her escape at that time.

What are they?

What struck me was that there wasn't just one of those things, there should be a group of them -- they made up that wave, churning, whistling, entangled.

Gradually, Fitnair noticed a village in the black fog - she opened her eyes wide to see clearly, and saw that it was indeed a village, but it should be the ruins of a village, like some poor soul that had not been avenged, trying to escape from the ruins of an ominous aura.

Help me......

I don't want to stay there anymore......

Who's going to save me......

It's horrible......

Even if it is destroyed, there will be no peace......

……

The sounds of the quarrel were so clear that they converged in Fitney's mind—very real, but not all fearful, only tired. Fitney could even tell which voice was a woman's and which was a man's, some of which looked old and some of which were immature......

Fitney's expression gradually became sluggish, and she subconsciously wanted to grasp the doorknob of the carriage, open it, and walk towards them.

"It's time to wake up. ”

Everything stopped suddenly, as crisp as glass being shattered.

Fitnair snapped her eyes open, and she was still sitting in the carriage, sitting straight, but her back was soaked with sweat, and then she found herself gasping unconsciously.

The man who woke her up was Ed, who sat across from Fettnay, and the magic burning lamp on the top of the carriage had never seen him before.

It was a sensible, indifferent expression that made the person being watched with such an expression feel like he was being judged.