Everyone has a love for beauty, and compared to a group of bear children who are still snotty, Sherlock still prefers to spend this unknown journey with a literary young woman.

"Hello, there's no one here." He stepped onto the carriage. Asked politely.

"Nope." The other party didn't look up, and replied lightly.

"Excuse me, where is this carriage going?" Sherlock asked, sitting down by the window.

"Far away." The other party's answer was still succinct.

Togo was one of the first human settlements in Agolalong, but as the country grew, the shallow coastal metropolis that allowed only small boats to travel had gradually weakened.

Except for a temperate flower called madder, there is nothing special about the whole city.

So, he really wondered why this mysterious carriage had made a special trip from Weplintala to such a place in the far country.

It's just that this girl looks like she is not approachable, and Sherlock is not too embarrassed to talk to her again, so she can only pull out a copy of "The Betrayal of the Prince of Lies" and read it silently.

The book, which he had acquired for 500 gold two days earlier, records the experiences of Shirek before and after he became a god, and there is a passage in the middle that describes how he created the Shiri Sutra.

Although it may not be true, it still has some reference value.

"Are you also interested in the history of the turbulent years?" The elf girl on the other side suddenly asked.

"It's a really wonderful history, especially the experiences of Midnight, Ciric, and Cranwo." Sherlock looked up, finally seeing the face beneath the other's long hair.

I can't say it's good-looking, especially after seeing too much of Cindy's delicate face.

But it is absolutely delicate, like a breeze without staining lead, neither flattering nor arrogant, and there are three points of classical charm in the seven-point bookish atmosphere.

"It's a pity that the love of three people can't last long after all." The elf girl didn't know what to think, and suddenly sighed.

"Forehead ......"

Sherlock wanted to discuss Sherek's forbearance and ambition, Cranvo's tragic background, and the responsibilities he took on at midnight, but you actually talked to me about love.

"Midnight obviously likes Cranvo, but he still wants to maintain his friendship with Ciric......" The girl dragged her chin and looked out the window, her tone unconsciously revealing a hint of melancholy.

"But if it weren't for Midnight's mediation, with the personalities of Cranvo and Ciric, the two would not have been able to get together." Sherlock doesn't like to blame Midnight alone for the trio's breakup.

"Yes." The girl smiled and said no more.

Sherlock was about to ask about the carriage again when another figure came up.

"Did you both go to Tillanders College too?" The woman in a patchwork floral dress has a standard smile on her face.

Qing Xuan nodded and did not speak.

Sherlock was honest and said, "I stumbled upon a ticket, so I came." ”

"Adventurer, you seem to be confused." The girl in the floral dress sat down next to Sherlock, took out a stack of tarot cards, and said, "Draw one." ”

"How much is a piece?" Floral skirt and tarot cards, such a special combination of two things, Sherlock already remembered who the other was.

"Fate let us meet here, and meeting is fate, and this card is a gift from me." The girl in the floral dress laughed.

"Shouldn't it be free to draw cards, interpret it and charge for it." Sherlock drew a casual hand, and the card was a golden roulette wheel hanging in the blue sky.

"How is that possible?" The corners of the girl's mouth twitched, and then she continued to maintain that mysterious smile and said, "The wheel of fortune, a very interesting card." “

"Do you soothsayers say that no matter what you draw?" Sherlock couldn't help but complain.

"It's fun to peek into the fate of others."

"Tell me, then, what is my fate?"

"The Wheel of Fortune has the meaning of a windfall, alluding to the ticket you got by accident.

However, the favor of fate is not certain, and it is up to you whether you can grasp it. “

"How?" Sherlock was already a little intrigued by what the other party had said.

"Anubis carrying the wheel of fate on his back foreshadows the hardships and heaviness of carrying fate;

The Sphinx at the top of the Wheel of Fortune and the sword in his hand symbolize the two qualities needed to control destiny – wisdom and thinking;

The snake on the side is a metaphor for the sinking after becoming a puppet of fate. The girl in the floral dress said.

At this time, the long-haired girl who had been looking down at a book on the side suddenly interjected and said, "Therefore, extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind." ”

"It is true, fate will not always favor you, but wisdom can." The girl in the floral dress said with a smile.

"Can I draw one too?" The long-haired girl said.

"Absolutely."

"Lovers......" The long-haired girl looked at the cards in her hand and thought about it.

"A very interesting card, do you want to ask about love?"

"I'm ......," the long-haired girl stopped talking.

The two girls were not interested in discussing love, and walked out of the carriage very interestingly.

He was very familiar with Tillanders in the mouth of the girl in the floral dress, and Zoe and Fawkes were in this magic academy.

If the carriage was really going to Tillanders, it would have been a surprise for Zoe.

Maybe you should have something to offer.

Is it a dress or a suspender?

"Sherlock!"

Sherlock's musings were abruptly interrupted by a roar, and he looked up to see a blazing roaring tiger charging towards him with a flaming charge.

Holy Dragon Form!

The golden flames rose up, and the flames blasted up with the fist wind.

Bang!

The two flames collided together, and waves of heat burst out in an instant.

Golden hook arm!

Flame Burst Punch!

Rumble!

An explosion sounded, and a figure was swept upside down by the flames.

"Brother Luoyu, Brother Fanyin, help me!"

And helpers!

Sherlock looked at the three figures in the firelight, about to turn on the multiple shadow clones.

The long-haired girl in the carriage suddenly walked out and shouted, "Stop! “

The three people who just appeared obviously knew the long-haired girl, and they didn't do anything again after hearing it.

"Sister, why?" The flaming roaring tiger retreated into its human form and cried out in discontent.

"It's been so long, not to mention that we did it first."

"But, but......" He was not convinced, but he couldn't find a reason to refute it, and his words were blocked for a while.

On one side, she was still struggling, and on the other side, the long-haired girl had already walked in front of Sherlock, and said apologetically: "Reacquaint, Qingxuan, it's my brother Ying Lan, and the ticket you got by accident is his." ”

"Are you the two troubadours and the druids?" Sherlock had already remembered the identities of the two men.

It was night, and it was raining heavily, and he didn't even see the faces of the two men, so even though he was sitting across from each other, he still didn't recognize them.

"Resas is my friend, and he asked me for help, and I'm too embarrassed to refuse." Qing Xuan explained.

"You're friends with Resas......"

"Don't worry, he's been busy with the electorate assignment of Tajans lately, and he won't have time to trouble you."

"Isn't his voter mission accomplished?" Sherlock thought that the other party had already been a voter of Tajans.

"You're doing the voter task yourself, and you should know the difficulties." Qing Xuan's expression remained unchanged.

"What about your brother?"

"The other person is actually quite good, and the two of you should become good friends."

"Forget it, thank you for not bothering me." Sherlock thanked Bumin.

"You'll know when the time comes." Qing Xuan smiled lightly, didn't say more, and walked into the carriage with the other three.

With Ying Lan's stunned youth, Sherlock wanted to change the carriage.

But looking at the hordes of bear children in the other carriages, he felt that it was not a very annoying thing to quarrel with a flute.