Seeing that Ms. Kuisu was hurriedly walking out, Fang Yu asked, "Ms. Quesu, is something wrong?" ”

"I'm worried about you, Mr. Captain," Lady Quesu smiled and shook her head, "It's just that the winter hunting season is approaching, and I'm going to give the workers a day off so that everyone can relax." By the way, there is a celebration tonight, and I heard that there is also a fireworks show, why don't you come with the captain? ”

Although she has experienced the loss of a child, time is enough to heal all wounds, or at least bury the pain deep in her heart, as a team leader, this woman has at least appeared to show no hesitation, and only to deal with grief with plainness.

It is the perseverance formed between her eyebrows by years of wind and snow, and she can face everything calmly, this is exactly the women of the north, it is the harsh frost that shapes their character, just like the thick calluses on the rough hands of a lady.

It was a hand with a logging axe.

In her early years, she was just a lumberjack.

Fang Yu listened to the workers talk about this lady's experience, and couldn't help but have some admiration, the other party liked to jokingly call him Mr. Little Captain, he just smiled, and then showed a trace of curiosity - there is a celebration before the hunting season in Dulun?

As for the fireworks display, it is a distant memory.

On Earth, his hometown comes from an ancient civilization, and after the Lunar New Year, there are often fireworks celebrations in the past, but that is already in the memory of the older generation. As early as a century ago, fireworks displays were retired from history -

Instead, there are some newer things, projectors or drones, and young people are keen to chase the times, but in the process, they will inevitably lose something more old or 'traditional'.

It's just that every time the New Year's bell rings, the solemn sense of ritual in the blood will be revived and passed down from generation to generation.

It's an old memory that's rooted deep in my heart.

Therefore, Fang Yu was also very interested in the local celebrations, and asked: "Is the celebration after the dormant day to celebrate the New Year of Kaulin-Ihurion?" ”

"Almost," Lady Quesu nodded, "I heard that you also celebrate the New Year there, but the fireworks display must have been a long time ago, so Mr. Little Captain hasn't seen a fireworks display?" ”

Fang Yu nodded honestly, he had really never seen a fireworks show, and he had some expectations in his heart.

Although the chaos in the south has only just begun, the new year may not be a new one, and the blizzard will continue for a month, people will always need some reason to calm themselves.

"Then remember to come."

"Right in this square, ** o'clock."

Ms. Quisu said as she smiled and looked at him and Silvid beside her, like a young couple. She is from the past, and even through the veil, she can see that the two have a slight difference in demeanor and demeanor.

She smiled narrowly, causing both of them to be a little embarrassed, and they each lowered their heads.

After Ms. Quesu left, Fang Yu and Sylvid looked at each other, and there was a wordless subtlety between the two, and after a while, he asked sneeringly, "Miss Sylvid, do you want to go out for a walk ......?" ”

With a shallow smile in her eyes, Sylvede only nodded slightly.

They had asked Ms. Quesu before, and learned that Luo Yu and his party had also gone out for a stroll, and as for Mr. Graystone, except for Baggins, the others had also entered the city. And the old sailor, it seems, was accustomed to being alone and voluntarily stayed to look after the platform.

However, at this moment, everyone has not yet met, and the hotel is actually empty.

The two of them asked the waiter to help bring the boxes of books back to the room, and then informed the innkeeper in advance that they might come early to-morrow morning to return the keys, and to leave Dulun at that time, and to trouble the other party to inform Miss Fios.

And thank each other on their behalf.

The people who adorned the phoenix family crest naturally didn't look down on their accommodation expenses, but under Miss Atila's reminder, he still left some local products made by the adventure group himself, dried fruits and mead from the forest elves, just to show his heart.

Dulun in winter has a quiet temperament.

The streets were covered with snow, the treetops were hung with ice edges, the vaults of the temple in the distance, towering into the sky, and silently gazing at this ancient city, the newly erected towers in the magic area, huge gears and hammer swings, like sparks flying under the anvil, gave this winter realm a touch of life.

Pedestrians are dressed in full costumes, gentlemen in black trench coats, women dressed as ladies with heavy makeup, and bright draperies hang from the buildings on both sides of the main streets of the lavish streets.

It is only three or four stories high, but it has already shown signs of entering industrial civilization.

As the evening festivities approached, the streets became more popular, with long tables brought out for the workers and put together banners to form a small venue – the tradition of the Winter Hunt Day Race, which has been going on since the days of the old knights, and is one of the few entertainments in Aitalia.

It's just that today, there are so many more categories of these competitions.

There were prizes piled up on the long table, some stored melons and fruits, covered with a layer of snow, and the celebrations in the north seemed to be so crystal white. Then there's the beloved beer kegs, layer upon layer, piled together to form a hill.

Before the celebration began, people were already drinking, and the dull atmosphere of the past few days seemed to be swept away.

Most of those who boast are explorers among the Electors, who come from many different regions in different costumes, dwarves and elves have rarely appeared in this area in the past, but the Chosen have brought a different kind of change.

There were even tall half-giants, more than two meters tall, standing out from the crowd, holding a helmet taciturnally, discussing with the blacksmith in the shop.

There are also farmers and peasant women who have poured in from the surrounding area, all of whom have changed into new, thick skirts and fancy hats, adding a more festive atmosphere. The natives gathered to talk to each other, their voices humming, with only the occasional shrill whistle of the city guards, which split through the crowd like sharp swords.

That's when people got out of the way.

Fang Yu and Sylvid looked back at this scene, and before the two of them walked quietly with each other, neither of them talking, but as if they could feel each other's minds. Miss Tata sat on her knight's shoulder, holding a candy that had been given to her by Fang Ou.

A cavalry appeared in the streets, weaving through the crowd.

"Look at the feathers on their shoulders." Sylvid whispered to him suddenly.

"What's that?" Fang Yu asked.

"The guards of the Phoenix family, that's the feathers of the Fire Feather Bird."

The feathers are long and bright, and the color is fiery red, like a beam of blooming sparks.

The Firefeather Bird is a descendant of a phoenix, but the Maudecaesar family certainly can't actually use a phoenix feather as a decoration—although Aitaria does have a phoenix.

"Is there anyone from the Phoenix family in this team?" Fang Yu asked.

He remembered the heir of the Phoenix family called Enan, the master of Fios.

But he was probably the only member of the Phoenix Family he had ever heard of, and he was somewhat interested in the other party, but the people of the Phoenix Family could not be seen as a conscriptor of his status. In the days he had been in Dulun, he hadn't even seen the maid lady named Fiose a second time.

Sylvide nodded.

Then a carriage passed by the crowd, and the long street seemed to fall silent.

Fang Yu couldn't help but glance up at the phoenix emblem on the inner city gate, and then he felt the majesty and identity of the clan in this place, during which only a few electors made a few noises, but they were arrested by the guards.

Fortunately, they had a special status, and the guards did not embarrass them after they were arrested, and let them leave after the carriage passed.

The Electors didn't dare to make too much of it, after all, they were still bound by the Stargate Declaration and the Super Athletic Alliance, so they had maintained such a half-separated relationship with the aborigines for decades.

"Who was it in the past?"

Sylvade couldn't help but chuckle.

Fang Yu was stunned, and then realized that he had asked a stupid question, how could Sylvade know?

After the city guards, everything was back to normal, but Fang Yu saw that the few captured Electors were released, and after being released, he sneaked into a nearby alley.

He glanced curiously, noticed for the other party, glared at him, and gestured to him to be less nosy. Fang Yu paused for a moment, thinking that these people were really arrogant, so it didn't take long for him to be cured, and he dragged them up again.

But he is also not afraid of things, how can he be frightened by the other party? He raised his right hand, thumbs down, and gestured to the other person.

As a result, it turned out that the other party actually poured out more than a dozen people from the alley at once, and they wanted to come to him for trouble. Fang Yu was taken aback when he saw this, although he was not afraid of heaven and earth, he was not stupid.

These people don't know the rank, and they may not be his opponents, but when they fight in the city, most of them have to go to the prison cells of the city guards to drink tea. Knowing that it was not worth it, he quickly grabbed Sylvid's hand and ran, fleeing into another street.

"Captain, you're in trouble again." Sylvide was a little amused as she ran: "Miss Attila will probably be angry if she finds out." ”

"You see," Fang Yu cried out, "they provoked me first." ”

"Miss Attila doesn't care about that."

"Then you won't tell her, will you?"

Miss Fox grinned, "I'm sorry, yes." ”

Fang Yuan's face darkened when he heard this.

Not far away, behind a window on the second floor, a pair of heterochromatic eyes were watching this scene through a layer of frosted glass.

"Little child......" Odin looked at it for a while, shook his head, and then turned around. In front of him sat two knights, one long and one young, the old knight was dressed in a ceremonial dress and wore a knight's sword, he was more than forty years old, and his expression was a little vain, as if he had not recovered from a serious injury.

The younger one was about the same age as him, and there was a wound on his cheek that extended to his chin, which was not deep or shallow, and only then did it scab, presumably without any scars afterward, which was about the luckier place.

He did not sit on the throne.

On the throne was a more austere man, gray-sideburned, dressed in a satin robe, with the consul's staff on one side, with the typical character of a fjord people, grim and cold, like a silent cliff—the chiseled rock walls that stood in the fjords for many years, in the wind.

Odin yawned.

The house was quiet, and the charcoal was peeling and burning in the fireplace.

The older knight's voice was hoarse, like a file rubbing against sandpaper, "I'm sure it's the man," he said in a slow, but forceful and firm voice, "His name is Baggins, and I met him in the Fjord of Long Songs, when he was Ma Wei's subordinate, and he was a die-hard loyalist—"

"Are you sure you read that right?"

The older knight nodded.

The man then turned around and glanced at Odin, who hurriedly sat down - but the Archon of Dulun shook his head: "It doesn't have to be so, Mr. Odin, your Chosen One is naturally different from us......"

Odin smiled embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I'm used to it, Mr. Archon." ”

The archon nodded: "The Super Athletic Alliance asked you to help, the Prime Minister is very grateful, we will remember the help you gave to Your Majesty in this world, and one day you will be rewarded accordingly." ”

"Ragnarok is very grateful."

The man bowed his head and went straight to the point: "So what do you think about that battle?" ”

"The other party is not weak," Odin thought for a moment and replied, "I mean at this level, the other party's strength is quite strong. And, our men saw the Silver Vislan in that adventure group......"

"The people of Silver Vislan?" The Archon thought for a moment before remembering the names of the Chosen One's guilds, "Aren't they also bound by your Super Athletic Alliance?" ”

"On the one hand, but recently they have been getting closer to Xingmen Port."

"What do you mean?"

"It's hard to explain," Odin shrugged, he was only here to complete the mission, but he was not obligated to discuss the situation in the domestic region with the other party, "but Silver Westland should not openly oppose the Super Athletic League-"

"Well, in all we have to find out first," replied the consul, "Baggins is the man His Majesty is looking for, and as for the other party, it is up to you to negotiate." ”

But there was not much bargaining in the words-

Odin also understood that Aitaria was the Aboriginal Aitaria after all, and this was the way the Karin-Ihurian nobles behaved, and to be able to discuss with them was already to treat them as equals.

He nodded.

Then he glanced out the window at both sides of the chase.

He thought for a moment before quietly sending a message to an ID:

"What have you been up to in the Shadow Throne lately?"

……

"The other party seems to be from the Shadow Throne."

After escaping for a while, Fang Yu looked back and seemed to realize the identity of those people.

He ran fast, and with the help of a clockwork fairy, he would never be blocked in the crowd, and the other party chased after him for a while, but he couldn't catch up, and finally he had no choice but to stop, and yelled at him for a while, before retreating.

"It's them." Sylvid had clearly recognized the other earlier.

"What are they doing?"

Because of the matter of the Dragon Fire Guild, coupled with the alchemist who inexplicably troubled them, Fang Yuan's perception of these people was obviously not much better.

Sylved only shook her head.

Only then did Fang Yu see that the other party retreated, not only because he couldn't catch up with him, but because a carriage was coming from the other side of the long street, and after those people retreated, they protected the carriage left and right.

The carriage was dusty, and the family crest on it was removed, and when the door opened, two men jumped out of it, and then another man was dragged out of the carriage, and the man struggled a little, but he could not do it, but he got out of the carriage.

What kind of task is this?

If it was normal for these guilds to perform any tasks collectively, Fang Yu would not have taken a second look, but he only took a second look when he thought of what happened to Sky Blue and Parker at the Masunke Creek station.

But at this glance, he was slightly stunned, and the figure of the person who was dragged out of the car was obviously a woman, which always made him a little familiar.

But it was at this moment that a few more people noticed him and Sylvid, turned and walked this way, and when he saw this, he pulled Sylvid back to the corner.

"Do you see clearly?" He asked the ship's officer, "Do you recognize who that person is in that scene just now?" ”

Sylvade looked down and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised her head, and a hint of surprise flashed in her shallow sea-like eyes: "It seems to be Fios." ”

Fang Yu paused for a moment, and then reacted, no wonder he had a familiar feeling - the other party's back was almost exactly the same as when the maid lady left the inn. What are these people hijacking Fiose for?

If it were anyone else, it would have been fine, but the plan that the Shadow Throne had revealed at Masunk Creek Station had always haunted him. Besides, Miss Fiose was not a stranger to them.

The other party helped them once not long ago.

Fang Yuan's heart moved, and he immediately said to Sylvid: "Block me." ”

The nobleman's daughter comprehended, pretending not to care and standing in front of Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan borrowed her cover and raised her right hand. The clockwork fairy who was already in the sky paused slightly, and then flew suddenly in one direction.

The people of the Shadow Throne were holding the girl from the carriage hostage and walking towards the alley before, Fang Yu watched from afar, and immediately commanded the clockwork fairy to streak across the alley, leaving only an imperceptible pale golden trail in the narrow sky.

He let the camera look down and turned on the narrow field of view mode, which can be seen through the magnification of the magnification.

The girl wrapped in a cloak and hood, isn't that who is Fios?

"Did you find it?" Sylvid asked.

Fang Yu nodded.

He shook his glove with a 'click'.

The clockwork elf immediately climbed up at his command.

The golden construct switched to wide-field mode and immediately calculated the surrounding terrain from a bird's-eye view—Fang Yuan pulled down his goggles and turned his head, and it only took a few moments to find a way through the dense network of roads.

The other party's destination seems to be a closed inn a street away.

Fang Yu zoomed in on his vision, and only then did he see the words on the hotel sign:

'Miranda's Resting Place'

……