"Wow, this Jane is unbelievable!"

"Uh-huh, unbelievable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Hey, don't learn me to speak. Natasha glanced at the Mist Chaser and looked out of the elevator again. She was now standing on a ladder made of various precision machines that drove from the surface to the ground and would carry them to Sun City. Natasha's excitement was palpable when she first rode on such a machine, but this was only the beginning, and she almost jumped to her feet and widened her eyes in surprise as the spiraling Sun City slowly appeared in front of her.

"It's like a drill!" Natasha commented. From top to bottom, the majesty of Sun City was clearly visible in her eyes, and not only that, but the antique architectural style of Sun City also deeply captured Natasha's heart. "It's like the place described in the book!" she thought with joy.

"That's right, when the Knights of the Sun built the city in the same style as it was hundreds of years ago, and the chivalry they revered was all the way around. K explained, "This city can be said to have inherited the spirit and long-cherished aspirations of the Sun Knights. ”

"Uh-huh, I'm starting to think that following you was the right choice. Natasha said with her face pressed against the glass window, grinning. "Where are we going?"

"Look for Roger, remember, that detective in black. ”

"Of course, it's only been a few days...... Wait, you say, he's a detective?" asked Natasha, surprised.

"Well, didn't I tell you?" asked K, touching his smooth chin.

"Of course," said Natasha, stamping her foot angrily, "I've only seen their stories in books! Detectives are superb, nimble, and able to see things that others can't." I can't believe that he was standing in front of my eyes a few days ago and you didn't tell me!"

"Alright, aren't we going to see him? Look, the door is open. Let's go to our Mr. Detective. The Fog Chaser soothed the girl as he pushed the muttering and sullen girl out of the elevator.

As soon as they stepped out of the door, they were greeted by a girl with a basket woven of wooden strips and filled with all sorts of knick-knacks.

"Oh, dear gentlemen and misses, come and see, I have a lot of good things here. She stepped forward and shouted at the two of them. Natasha saw the little drill in the basket at a glance, and she subconsciously walked forward, but was grabbed by K, who shook her head meaningfully at her.

"What are you doing, let go of me!" Natasha glared at the Mist Chaser, struggling to break free from his grasp, and ran towards the girl who was selling something. "Hey, what do you have here?" she said, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the contents of the basket.

"You're your first time in Sunshine City, ma'am?" the girl, who looked about her age, picked up a drill-like pendant and introduced Natasha, "This is our Sun City souvenir." As you've just seen, Sunshine City is a spiral-like city from the bottom to the top, like a ......"

"Drill!" Natasha replied before the other could do so, a smug look on her face.

"That's right, drill!" the girl continued with an admiring look at Natasha, "this is the symbol of our Sun City, and wearing it will bring you good luck!" she said, placing the charm around Natasha's neck.

"Nonsense. ”

"Hey, don't talk. Natasha gagged the misty chaser, then picked up another white flower, put it in front of her nose and sniffed, "It's so fragrant! But how wrinkled? It's like ......."

"Dehydration, yes. Your vision is accurate, ma'am. She pinned the flower to Natasha's hair and introduced, "It's a white rose." Unlike normal flowers, we have removed water from them in order to preserve them better. You know, it's underground, and it's not easy to preserve a good flower. With that, she pulled out a small mirror and held it up in front of Natasha, reflecting her current appearance.

"It's so beautiful!" Seeing herself in the mirror with white roses and drill ornaments, it seems that she is no longer the dirty girl who hides in the ground all day to catch mice, and she can also become like those girls in the book, with small flowers and necklaces, cute and charming. She smiled, sweet and touching, and it was reflected in that mirror.

"It's beautiful, you look like it. The girl who sold the stuff smiled and complimented, "Do you want anything more? I've got it all...... Cigarettes, matches, anesthetics..... Or is it some other flower?"

"No, no, that's enough. Natasha suddenly realized a problem, she touched the little flower on her head, and her tone became restrained, "Excuse me, that ...... How many caps are there?"

"Oh, don't worry, ma'am. We're clearly marking," the girl seemed to be prepared, and she pulled out a blank piece of paper, on which were densely written the prices of various goods, "Look, the drill necklace, a hundred bottle caps...... And the white roses, fifty each. I assure you, the price is reasonable. She patted her chest, full of confidence.

Natasha pinched her waist bag, knowing that she was shy. "Perhaps, what can I trade with you?" Natasha scratched her head and smiled awkwardly.

"What?"

"I mean......"

"Hey, don't tell me, you don't have a single one on you. The smile on the girl's face vanished, replaced by a blue face, "Oh, I should have known, looking at the poor sour look you were wearing, how could I expect you to pull out a few bottle caps." She scoffed, reaching for the white rose that was pinned to Natasha's head. Natasha subconsciously stepped back, only to see a large hand standing between the two.

"This lady, speak well, but don't be rude. The Mist Chaser stepped forward and said to the girl.

"What do you mean?" the girl looked at him with suspicion, "you want me to be a good man and give these good things to this poor dirty girl?" She shook her head vigorously and said, "What's the most important thing in this world, you know? Without it, you'd starve to death. For us merchants, the commodity is the bottle cap. Give away the goods for nothing, and all that awaits us is starvation on the streets......"

"Hey, I haven't said anything yet. The Fog Chaser reached out to interrupt the girl's chatter, and instead took a bottle cap from the money pouch around his waist and handed it to the girl.

"You're going to pay for her?" the girl winked suspiciously, "who are you?"

"Don't ask too much, kid. If the customer is unhappy, it will be difficult for your product to sell. ”

"Oh, okay. I don't know if it was the bottle cap or the mask of the fog chaser that convinced her, and the girl stopped asking. Unhurriedly, she slipped the cap into her pocket, bowed to the Mist Chaser, and then turned to leave.

Natasha watched the girl leave blankly, and after a long time, when she disappeared from view, she pulled the sleeve of the Mist Chaser and asked in a low voice, "Why are you paying for me?"

"Good question, Nana. K turned around, clasped his hands on his chest, and a pair of blue eyes appeared under the cold mask, "I saved you, took you with me, provided you with you to eat and drink, kept you safe, taught you things, why do you think?"

"Let me be a fog chaser..... her voice is as small as a mosquito, but it can't escape the ears of the fog chaser.

"That's right. He nodded and said, "My request was simple, but you refused without hesitation. It stands to reason that I should have left you without hesitation and gone away on my own, saving a lot of caps. Why do you think that?"

Natasha shook her head at K's question, she didn't know. When she was still underground, she had seen many people. A drunken knight, a cunning merchant, a grumpy mercenary, a hypocritical storyteller...... They are greedy for profit and live only for themselves. Even the most familiar proprietress has been thinking about selling her for a few bottle caps all day long. While boasting about how noble and great she was, they looked at her body with obscene eyes, arguing and arguing over a few drinks.

Until she meets K, the lone man who comes to the tavern and sits in the corner and orders a plate of rat meat. People say that he lived for money, killed without blinking, and was ruthless and indifferent. Natasha couldn't say it was wrong, but the Mist had taught her something different.

The world is not pitch black.

"I don't know ......"

"Quite simply, everyone has the right to choose their own life. It's like every girl has the right to choose her own little flower. He patted Natasha's head with a heavy palm, a smile on his lips. "Put on your little flower and go meet our friends. I'm sure he'll be surprised. ”

Natasha froze in place and touched the white rose pinned to her hair. After a few moments, she grabbed K's arm, leaned on his shoulder, and smiled coquettishly, "Thank you, K." I believe that every girl has the right to choose her own life, just as they can choose their own wheat cake. ”

She looked ahead and saw a fragrant wheat cake cart in front of her.