January 13 was destined to be an extraordinary day for twelve-year-old Mowgli.

Today is not only the thirty-fifth day of his transformation from a poor boy in the slum to the future heir of the Sherlock family, but also a grand event for Vadan.

Back in the slums, he heard Mr. Andrew's speech that day. Although he was never recognized as a Vadan, he was still prejudiced against large men with anchors and gray gulls tattooed on their arms, just like normal Vadans. For no other reason, these strong men not only slammed the door, but also had a short temper, and few of the companions who stayed near the city gate to listen to their mission came back unharmed, and even a few were robbed of a day's hard work.

Compared to them, Vadan's group of rich men with eyes to the sky are simply good people.

Although he doesn't care about that now, his dislike for the Chao people is still engraved in his bones.

Today, that ship is about to arrive in the Nachal Valley. To this end, the Vadan people, as before, held a grand open-air barbecue outside the city gates, and he would attend the banquet as the heir of the Sherlock family with Lord Bain.

……

"Hurry up, Lord Bane, we can't catch up!" Mowgli urged.

The old butler was a little helpless, I don't know why, this kid didn't want to take the carriage, he preferred to run, so he had to squeeze slowly forward with him in the crowd.

It's good to be young, he sighed as he looked at the young man's youthful appearance.

"Don't be in such a hurry, Mowgli, it's okay to be later."

"That's not going to work! The old people in the slums have said that this event must be early, and if you go late, there will be no good place! ”

Bane smiled, he might have seriously refuted Mowgli and told him not to think the way he used to think about things, but now he wouldn't.

Mu Yan had an exchange with him before leaving, and the content was basically how to educate a naughty boy in the slum into a qualified family heir. He seriously warned the old butler not to try to negate everything in Mowgli's past, but to take the initiative to understand those lives, extract the useful parts from them, and then slowly guide him to learn to change.

He also proposed a word called "removing the turnips", which made the old man very emotional.

It had to be said that it was very useful, and Bane thought about his past, and the simplicity and rudeness of Sherlock's grandfather with his stinky problems.

He really couldn't let a similar life happen to Mowgli again.

So after learning about the way of life in the slums, he was like a builder, cutting off the skewed branches of the crooked tree little by little, making him what he is today.

The old people in the slums were well aware that the smoke and smell from the barbecue grills at the banquet would be channelled out of the crowd through special pipes, and the guards there would turn a blind eye so that they could get ahead of the crowd and feel the warmth of the spicy smoke, which was one of their few pleasures.

Many people over 100 years old miss the choking and spicy smell, and this is what they emphasize when describing the feast to Mowgli.

"It's okay, Mr. Andrew has a place for us." Bane grabbed him, smoothing out his hair and neckline.

"You don't have to stay at the mouth of the pipe this time, you'll be inside the barrier, where there's plenty of food and a warm campfire."

Mowgli didn't seem accustomed to his hair being held back by hairspray, and he rubbed it vigorously, causing a stubborn dull hair to stand up again.

"That'...... Will I meet Brother Mu Yan and them? ”

"I guess so."

Bane smiled, he remembered the news from Haemon City four days ago: at least a thousand people had come down from the Nagfar, the River Styx had caused a flood, the people of Haymon City had suffered heavy casualties, and their city lords had been tied up in the ship by Hablon.

Those guys are really good at making trouble......

……

On the Nagfar, the members of Mu Yan's team gathered on the deck.

Except for Mu Yan, everyone else had solemn faces, especially Surya's brows were the tightest, and Mu Yan was babbling about something.

“…… That's about it, and we'll meet across the river Styx afterwards. ”

Summing it up, he looked around at the crowd.

"Everybody...... Any constructive comments? You can say it and listen to it, I won't accept it anyway. ”

Hearing this, Glazer smiled, tugged at the wound in his shoulder, and coughed weakly a few more times.

"I don't want to go first." Surya said urgently: "Have you ever thought about what you would do if Hosdi caught me and treated you like you were going to blackmail him? ”

"He can't catch you." Mu Yan smiled. "You're a lot better than that Miss Merlulu."

Everyone couldn't help but look at Mei Lulu, who was tied to a high place and was about to dehydrate.

This is not their perverted torture, but Hosdi's request. The upright lord of the city did run wild along the coast, and was so relieved that Mu Yan asked him to "show" Mei Lulu where he could see it.

So Mu Yan did so and hung up.

"That's different! I can summon Arthur's ancestors, and I can help you. Of these, Ricky and Amather are no match for me. ”

Despite their reluctance, the Tallinns and elves had to admit that she was right.

So Suria's opinion suddenly became public opinion, and everyone was staring at Mu Yan.

Mu Yan's eyes showed a bit of thought, as if he was really considering changing his mind.

Seeing this, Surya suddenly became nervous.

The reason why the girl is so obsessed is because she didn't do anything when Mu Yan left last time, compared to that time, she is no longer a burden now, so she wants to fight side by side with him.

But Mu Yan obviously didn't think so, from a rational point of view, what Surya said did make sense, but now is not the time to be rational.

He pretended to think as he poured himself a glass of red wine and took a slow sip.

As if inspired by this, he hooked his finger at Surya and motioned for her to come over with his ear.

Sulia was puzzled, but she still did it, but she didn't expect that the moment she leaned over, she was hugged by Mu Yan around her waist and put it on.

The blazing breath came to his face, and Surya instinctively pressed her hands to his chest, and subconsciously wanted to push them away, but stopped the moment the two lips touched.

The sensation was like an electric shock, and even her body became limp, as if she was in a cloud.

At the same time, a trace of cool liquid passed through Mu Yan's mouth.

Everyone let out a "tsk" sound, only Glazer picked up his glass and looked at it, and then fell silently on the deck.

After a long time, the lips of the two parted, and Sulia looked at Mu Yan with a flushed face. The girl's eyes were still shy and incomprehensible, but soon, she lost the ability to think, and her eyes were black and fainted.

Mu Yan quickly hugged her, and then spit out the medicine in his mouth.

"I'll leave it to you, take care of her." Wiping his mouth, he handed the girl into Grace's hands. "According to her temperament, she shouldn't shout when she wakes up, please."

"Hmph, men are liars!"

Grace carefully took Suria and said angrily.

Mu Yan touched his nose weakly and coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment.

"Then, the rest of the security work will be entrusted to the two of you, take care of the teacher, don't let him start any more 'Super Saiyan form', Ricky, you know what I'm talking about, it's not safe."

He looked at Ricky and Amatho.

The elf punched him and gave him a strong hug. The people of Tallinn felt embarrassed to say goodbye, so they stood on the table and nodded with Mu Yan in front of him.

Eric stepped forward and gave Mu Yan a hug.

"Come back alive and tell me everything about the 'Hibiscus God'."

He whispered in his ear.

"No problem, it will."

Mu Yan responded with a smile.