Three days ago, the Southern Isles, Red Bay Bay.

Although autumn has entered on the mainland, the southern islands are still warm, with white sand beaches and clear blue waters, and you can still see underwater shells in the afternoon sun.

The shell is white on the inside and a light red like a rose on the outside, and the wavy shell is beautiful in different shades.

In the early years, the island was named for the abundance of these light red shells, and later became an important transit point in the western part of the Southern Isles due to its good location.

Not only is there a large number of harbors on the island, which is crowded with people, but there are also rows of white houses on the quieter northern slopes, which are not tall and built against the hills, at the back of the hills, to avoid being blown directly by the strong sea breeze. There are also many coconut trees planted around the house, which is a common cash crop in the area.

In a larger house, Mrs. Gilja was sitting at a table teaching children, holding a storybook with beautiful colourful drawings in her hand, and next to her sat Iggy, the little boy whom Angus had commissioned.

He looked at the colorful drawings with wide eyes and listened to his mother read:

Then the girl in the black dress lit the candle in her hand.

She said to the boy, "Even then do you want to resurrect your own parents?"

"Yes, it's all my fault, I was too willful that day, and I couldn't say goodbye to them until the end, I want to see them again."

Then the candle in the girl's hand burned, and two figures appeared in front of the boy, smiling and welcoming the child's return.

"And so, the boy held his parents in his arms and slept forever in their arms, never to wake up."

"Well, that's the end of the story. Iggy, do you learn anything from this story? ”

Mrs. Gilly smiled and stroked the child's head, and now she was a different person than before, her expression was serene, her eyes were full of love, and even her chestnut hair became shiny

"Well, I don't quite understand, but this ending doesn't seem to be good."

"Yes, this story is to tell us to cherish the people and things in front of us, and not to regret it until we lose it."

"Often the closest ones are also the most forgotten."

"yes, I see, Mom." Iggy nodded.

"Okay, Igna. In fact, this story also metaphors some things, that is, parents will eventually grow old and leave their children, and you will eventually learn to face everything, remember not to dwell on the illusion of the past like the boy in the book. ”

"Will Mommy be old too?"

"Yes, so Iggy has to grow up quickly."

"I will."

Just then the door was pushed open, and the afternoon sun shone in, and a tall figure appeared in the doorway, and he walked in, and then spoke.

"Excuse me, Lady Jarya, and Iger."

"Ah, it's Uncle Celeres, you're here."

The little boy ran over, and Serres often brought something for the mother and son, and lived not far from here.

"Mr. Serres?"

Mrs. Gilya stood up and said hello, she was still very grateful to her husband's comrade-in-arms, who had helped her a lot lately, finding a house, placing furniture, and hiring a teacher, all of which were handled by the former housekeeper.

"Well, it's me." Serres crouched down and hugged Iggy, then responded to Mrs. Zylya's greeting.

"I'm here today to talk about something, and then I'll leave Hongbei Bay for a while, and when I'm not there, if Mrs. Gilley or Little Ige have any difficulties, you can contact the fruit shop opposite."

"The manager and staff of the store are all from our Karitas Chamber of Commerce, and I have already told them in advance, and they will definitely help you if you need it."

"Okay, thank you, and Miss Lacey of Karitas."

Mrs. Gilja bowed lightly and said gratefully.

"Where are you going, is there any danger?"

"It's on the other islands of the Southern Isles, if it's dangerous, I'm fine, but I'm a little worried about the eldest lady's side."

Serres sighed before saying goodbye and leaving.

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The next day, the island of Kerland.

The tide of the sea constantly washes the shore, lapping against the blue reef on the shore, which has many holes and is moistened by the sea, and on the delicate rocks occasionally stands a few seabirds, some with small fish in their mouths.

The island is densely wooded, with towers jutting out of the verdant canopy overlooking the island.

Serres sat patiently outside a luxurious, understated mahogany door.

An apprentice mage pushed open the door, wearing a light blue mage robe with a blue gradient feather headdress on his head.

"Master Geodore has agreed to your request, please come along, remember not to scream if you see anything on the road, and do not reach out and touch it."

"I understand." Serres got up and followed, behind the gate.

Sunlight shone into the room through the thick glass, stacked books, copper-colored cages, and experimental equipment, and the room was very quiet.

"Fool, Vincent, fool, Vincent." A strange voice rang out abruptly overhead.

Serres looked up and saw a blue bird standing in its cage, talking.

"Leave him alone, that's all he says." The previous apprentice explained.

"Fool, Vincent, the other party just treats you like a puppy, and you still wag your tail after you every day."

Seres looked at the bird again, is this a monster, so smart, it can be compared.

"Shut up!"

The apprentice in front of him was a little nervous, and directly made a silent enchantment, so that the bird could not make a sound.

But the bird was really smart, it jumped around and flapped its wings to break the barrier, and after a while it made a sound again.

"Waste, Vincent, don't even dare to kill chickens, waste Vincent."

The apprentice in front of him frowned, walked briskly, and never spoke again.

Seres didn't dare to speak casually, for fear of arousing the apprentice's disgust, although the apprentice mage was not strong, but if he wanted to make a stumbling block for himself, it would not be too easy.

"Here we are." The apprentice in front stopped and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." A cheerful voice came from behind the door.

As Serres entered, a mage sat behind his desk, the sunlight shining through the window high behind him, and for a moment he couldn't see the other's face.

"You're Mr. Serres, the representative of the Karites."

"Yes, it is here that I am here on behalf of Lord Lacey, the successor of the Karitas Chamber of Commerce."

"Well, please take a seat."

The Master Geodore spoke.

"I have seen the letter you have handed me and the application to the council, and I discussed it with my colleagues yesterday."

"Although most of the descriptions in the letter are true, they can also correspond to the information we know."

"But there are still some key things that need to be verified, because once we are deployed, we are destined to touch the interests of Sewah United."

"This will undoubtedly break a lot of things, such as our previous position, and the situation in the future."

"I understand what you're saying, it's something I've prepared in advance."

Serres took out the document bag under his arm, which contained not only the official instrument of agreement of Calites, but also a letter of introduction from Mr. Jelink, the family of Argatirin, and a suicide note left by Angus.

After presenting all of these to the mage on the other side, he began to check them one by one, such as the patterns on the contract paper, the transcendent seal, and the content of the agreement.

After a long time, he looked up, and the sturdy mage pushed his eyes and said.

"You are very well prepared, although the agreement is not very beneficial to us, but it is also above the bottom line of our approval."

"I have to say that Angus did find a good heir."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"It's nothing,"

"After that, I will put forward these materials and proposals at the meeting, and after discussion among the members, we will decide whether to implement them."

"How long will it take?" Seres was a little anxious, after all, the situation was already very tense.

"Rest assured, there will be a meeting this afternoon, and after the decision is made, it will be implemented tomorrow."

"Is it okay tonight?" Serres asked again.

The old mage knocked on the table and replied.

"Looks like you're in a hurry."

"It's okay, I'll rush the people involved."

"Thank you very much, Master Geodore, and the Karitas Chamber of Commerce and I will remember your kindness." Serres finally breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him loudly.

"It doesn't have to be like this, it can be regarded as a reward for Mr. Angus, the materials and ancient instruments he handed over to us back then have changed a lot, and they will be of great help to the whole country, and the reward given to him before is still too little, so it can be regarded as a remedy."

That afternoon, Serres had been walking in front of a tall building.

Towards dusk, a huge door opened under a huge stone pillar nearly 100 meters high, which could accommodate twenty people side by side, and a stream of mages in different costumes appeared, all of them with various decorations, but all of them tended to be natural, such as feathers, branches, shells, flowers, furs, wood carvings, and so on.

At this time, Seres finally waited for Master Geodore, who walked behind, with short black hair and a calm atmosphere.

When he saw Serres, he was not surprised, but spoke.

"Say hello to the new owner of Karitas, Miss Lacey, on my behalf, the first phase of assistance from the Fledgling Moon Council and the Cranberry Kingdom will start tonight."

Serres thanked him with a little emotion, and then that night, he was taken to another island by several mages.

The island is a bit wild, a volcanic island, with black smoke in the center and a scorching smell on the island.

"Are you going back to Hopeland with you?" A mage asked.

"Yes, some things are better communicated that way."

"Okay, now sit tight."

As the mage's words fell, a huge black shadow flapped its wings and slowly fell, stopping in front of him, and then more wings flapping came from the sky.

3000 words, count 1.5 chapters as 0.0

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