Miss Margaret closed her eyes slightly, stretched her arms, and let the sea breeze blow her cheeks and stir her hair, stripping away the fear and fright that had been in her body for days.

As it turns out, Claire is right, and while it's a little chilly in the sky, it's an unbeatable treat. Even though they are in a state of being "coerced", she still feels an alternative freedom at this moment.

A kind of freedom that seems to have broken free from some kind of bondage.

The freedom that her brother, Claire, pursues.

Three days ago, Claire finally agreed to the "deal".

In fact, they can't help but disagree.

The term "eternal night" negates all their courage to resist, and although they are very wise not to ask if this "eternal night" is the same as the "eternal night" they know in their hearts, as long as they see the tragic situation of Sercy, the answer is actually eight or nine.

Since you are powerless to resist, it is better to accept it obediently. The red-haired girl thought very boldly, at least judging from the course of the last few days, the other party did seem to be a trustworthy person.

She took a deep breath and poured the cold air of the blue sky into herself, and then shivered.

"Sure enough, it's a little cold. The girl opened her eyes and frowned, realizing that her physical condition no longer seemed to allow it

She continued to stay outside, and in order to maintain her ladylike demeanor and avoid showing her sick face in front of outsiders, she turned back after a little hesitation, and decided to retreat to the cabin to warm herself up.

In the cabin, a group of tree people have taken over from the original crew, patrolling and cleaning up garbage in all corners of the airship. The Treants were created by Haken, a companion of the Eternal Night, a strangely describing and strangely behaved black gentleman.

Truth be told, Margaret did not want to put the term "gentleman" on the tall black man, but she really couldn't find a more appropriate term to decorate the black man.

The dark skin and the shiny white teeth had made her shudder when she first met the other party, but the other party treated her every move so considerately and thoughtfully, more than any nobleman she had ever seen before, meeting the definition of "gentleman".

This made the girl wonder if she was too good-looking

"Quack!"

The chaotic croaking of frogs rang out at this moment.

The interrupted girl looked up sharply and found that she had actually reached the cockpit door.

She peeked in.

In the cockpit, Captain Frog was lying on the windowsill and giving orders, and Claire was sweating profusely translating his orders. Two slightly slender treemen were sitting in their place as the operator, shaking their branches and leaves to fulfill the series of commands.

The whole picture looks very weird, but the whole process works in an orderly way.

In three days, they had crossed the plain with this combination, and flew steadily along the east coast toward the outer circle of the north.

Claire was laughing, sweating profusely but still twitching the corners of her mouth.

This was the first time that a girl knew that her brother could still smile like this. This young man, who was somewhat familiar and somewhat unfamiliar, seemed to have completely forgotten his situation, that he had been coerced into not completing the deal with the "Eternal Night", and that he was simply enjoying the journey.

From the moment she saw the smile, Margaret understood everything.

Her brother is not a fool, he is smart, smarter than everyone else.

He pretends to be crazy and stupid because he has a different pursuit.

He despised the fame and fortune seekers, playing them like clowns in the palm of his hand, and he was probably one of those clowns.

This realization made her a little angry, but in addition to her anger, she rose up with joy for no reason. Because she found herself a little envious, envious of this freedom that she had never imagined in her life.

Claire probably won't be going back.

There is no reason, the girl has already come to such a conclusion in her heart.

After getting what he wanted most, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to return to the quagmire of the "aristocratic society" of the past.

"Father is going to go crazy. Margaret muttered quietly, and then immediately thought that she and Claire had been missing for three days, and I am afraid that the Grand Duke of the Eastern Regions had already gone mad.

She suddenly felt a little amused, and from the bottom of her heart she felt as if she had just finished some prank. It's just that she couldn't laugh out loud in the end, and the ladylike demeanor carved into her bone marrow made her press the inappropriate laughter back to her throat again.

She hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, and moved her gaze to some inconspicuous corner of the cockpit.

For three days, "Eternal Night" stayed there.

Every time she stepped into the cabin, she could see the other person leaning against the wall, constantly playing with the little lens.

Margaret never saw him eating, nor did she ever see him resting. Whoever came up to him and asked if they needed it, he would always answer "no", not even Haken, who had always been by his side.

He does not refuse to communicate, and every time he speaks, it is as if some heavenly being has been pulled back to the earth, but as soon as the topic is over, he will suddenly rise back to the sky, so cold that it is difficult to approach.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Sercy's remaining lenses were constantly rubbed by him, the man in black who remained silent would have been almost a cold statue in the eyes of the girl, rather than a living human being.

No.

The girl shook her head in her heart.

Perhaps it is not appropriate to say that human beings are inappropriate, and that He may not have been counted as human in the first place

"Staring at a man is not what a lady should be. ”

"Yikes!"

The sudden sound behind her startled the startled girl, and she turned her head sharply to find a tall black figure standing behind her at some point.

"I'm sorry. The man's lips cracked, revealing a mouthful of piercing white teeth: "It is my faux pas to frighten a lady." ”

As he spoke, the black man named Haken bowed gracefully to Margaret, and then moved his gaze back from the girl's body to the black figure in the corner.

"Don't you think he doesn't look like a person?"

At this time, the girl who came back to her senses couldn't help but nod in a daze, and asked, "He, what's wrong?"

"It's not a good thing. ”

Haken narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding a subtle hint of anxiety deep in his eyes.

"It's not a good thing"