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"White fog fills the mountaintops, and heavy snow obscures the mountain tops"

"The cold wind blows in the open wilderness"

"The sky is clear, but you can't see the distant scenery"

"You should know that He is here"

"O my children who are still struggling in despair, do not go near the boundless wasteland of the north, where even time is lost."

"O children of short lives blessed by me, do not go near the abode of the Blue King, the snowy fields he rules have no life."

"Singing in solitude, showing His desolate country"

"There is nothing but wind and snow dancing in the sky, as if the king were alone."

"O children whom I love, do not leave my arms, and do not draw near to the evil god who represents destruction!"

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A little boy will always have some secrets, like quietly digging a path in his own garden at the turn of spring and summer.

By the time the warm winds from the Sunia Sea finally arrived in Trier, summer had already begun for more than a month. It's the most comfortable time of the year outside of early autumn, and the social season in Intis is about to begin, with aristocrats changing into relatively light spring clothes and a variety of precious seafood and fruits on their tables.

- Of course, these are nothing to Trainor. Fresh fruit and cooked food were considered delicious by others, but he could taste all kinds of delicious fruit cakes, yogurt, magic drinks and delicious food from his father's hands, and even the current big celebrity Uncle Gustav had to come and go through the back door every now and then to eat.

With the cakes and snacks his father made for him, he quickly formed a bond with his new friend, the second son of Uncle Gustav's family.

After all, Charles is different, having an excellent sister always makes people feel more stressful, although Charles doesn't take the initiative to say, Trainor can still feel a lot of fatigue and helplessness from the other party's words and deeds - "I'm just not as good as my sister, what can I do?" —and he was the only child in the family, inheriting his mother's liveliness and cheerfulness, and having to finish his daily boring royal homework on time, and the two children quickly became acquainted.

The mysterious route that Trainor used to sneak out of the house was, in order, through the narrow bushes→ squeezing through the gap in the middle of the railing→ climbing up to the largest oak tree in the garden, through its thick branches to the roof of the flower house→ climbing down the wall along the decorations, and meeting the charr at the appointed place.

It's a very physically demanding thing, but as a natural hunter, Trainor isn't too difficult.

This route is only just right for a child who has just passed his eighth birthday, but it is clear that it will be abandoned in about another year or two.

Trainor took the small cloth bag with the biscuits in his arms, and crawled nimbly over the grass and the fence, and at the top of the trunk of the oak tree he saw a flower cat that had been there for a long time, and its amber eyes were looking straight at him. It was his acquaintance, or rather, the familiar cat, the demon driven by his father, and his playmate, his future messenger.

"Don't tell Daddy, okay?" Trainor felt a little weak, "I'll go back and ask you to eat fresh sashimi." ”

The cat tilted her head to look at him for a moment, then turned her head to look away, as if she didn't want to care. Trainor always felt that there was something in his eyes that he didn't quite understand, but seemed to dislike him.

But he can't do it anymore, Charles is still waiting for him! Charles's mother always kept him in close control, and it was not easy to sneak out on a trip, and if he didn't get back on time, he would be criticized.

All adults don't want their children to run around outside, but children always think of sneaking out into the outside world as a great adventure. Trainor jumped down the stout and reliable branch onto the roof of the flower house, making only the sound of a small stone falling to the ground. The roof was half brick and stone, half beautiful glass, and it had rained during the night, and a crisp green leaf remained in the dark gray sink. The maids of the flower room are tending to the flowers of various colors, which will appear in vases all over the mansion in the future.

It's a warm afternoon, and the air is filled with a deep sense of sleep. It wasn't always a day when things were busy in the flower room, and the young and ingenious maids chatted quietly and laughed softly as they worked.

The biscuits in my arms are still warm and give off an enticing caramel aroma. Trey walked briskly across the roof without a sound. He quickly came to the wall, and quickly climbed down from the position of each raised stone brick on the wall in his memory, like a dexterous squirrel. He was so proud of the success of this adventure that he didn't notice that his next landing point had somehow climbed a short ivy—

"Huh?!"

Bang! Syllable!

"Ahh

Falling from a height of two or three meters certainly doesn't hurt a hunter, Trainor subconsciously did a good job of protecting himself, and ended up colliding with a child below who tried to catch him. The two children, who were no more than twenty years old, collided and rolled away from the wall with a grunt.

"It hurts! You- why are you here, ouch, didn't I tell you to wait for me around the corner? ”

After a whirlwind, Trainor jumped up from the ground. The good news is that thanks to my mother's hunter training, there are no skin injuries except for a little pain in my back! The bad news is that his back and sleeves have rubbed dirt on the ground, and he will definitely be found when he goes back!

"I, I wanted to help you, I saw you fall."

Charles touched his aching elbow with a look of grievance. As a generalist, he didn't have much memory of pain, and even if the tutor's exam results were not satisfactory, his mother would just sigh, comfort and advise him, and then pat his palm a few times.

Trena, who keenly heard the sound of the sliding glass door on the balcony on the second floor, quickly pulled up Charles, leaned against the wall, and trotted all the way through the blind spot of the maids' vision, to an abandoned cottage in the outer corner of the manor, the secret base they had agreed with every time.

"I brought you milk cookies, and cheesecake, the Oreo you wanted to eat didn't make today."

Trainor eagerly took out the small cloth bag and unfolded it on the small square table with a lame leg, where the children of the royal family and the most powerful upstart of the moment sat on the floor. Amid the sweet aroma of milk and cake, Charles swallowed and pulled a handful of parts from his pocket.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I remember how to assemble ......"

The little generalist muttered to himself, grabbed a pile of brass-colored, silver-white parts that were so small that Trainor looked dazzled at him that he grasped the flesh's hand, and assembled them intently, and in a few moments, as if by magic, a delicate model was rubbed out of the palm of his hand. The main body of the model is silvery-white, with an open-air driver's seat with a gold front end and a propeller. Trainor recognized this because there were parts like this on the airship in his grandmother's arsenal! The body of the oval has long thick metal pieces extending from both sides, and there are brackets with rollers underneath.

"It's beautiful!" The little hunter sincerely admired this exquisite craftsmanship, the small model was cold to the touch, and the surface was comfortable matte texture, and he didn't have to think about it to know whose hand it came from, "But what is it?" ”

"Hmm...... It's called an airplane, and it's named after Dad. This word, like airships and steam engines, was also invented by Dad. ”

Charles picked up a piece of cheesecake, looked at its size, and wanted to eat it in three bites reservedly, but thinking that it was in front of a good friend, he simply opened his mouth wide and stuffed it all into his mouth at once: "Dad said, Jiesi He Sai thought of a new type of (chew chew) armament, piloted by a man, more agile and maneuverable than an airship, which can carry a steam machine gun and burn a source of energy for power." He finally swallowed the cheesecake and reached for the milk biscuit with reluctance, "Dad said that it has been designed, as long as the right energy source is found, it can be immediately put into production and test flight, and if successful, it can shine in the war in the future." Perhaps a special manned aircraft could be developed for travel, which could fly faster than a steamship from the sky. ”

"You craftsmen are amazing, you always have so many wonderful ideas that can be put into practice." Hearing of the war, Trainor's eyes lit up, the last few years were the period of Intis's rapid development, and the whole country was filled with a fanatical desire to follow the children of steam, eager to expand the territory, and Trainor, a royal family and a hunter family, was born in this environment, and naturally looked forward to the path of glory he was destined to embark on.

"Dad is the best craftsman."

Speaking of this, Charles was a little proud, but soon withered, and whispered, "...... Alas, why am I my father's son? My sister is so good, everyone says that she is beautiful and smart, and she is more suitable to inherit my father's title than me. My mother said that my sister was already able to write and read fluently when she was my age, but I can't write well now...... I wanted to be a great craftsman, but my dad was the greatest craftsman of our time, and I wasn't destined to be as good as him. ”

Trainor's eyebrows furrowed.

This friend of mine is good at everything, can do handicrafts, can make a few branches and vines into a beautiful flower crown, quiet and gentle, unlike his other cousins, all of whom are nasty ghosts who want to have two eyes on their chins to see people when they meet - they dare not squeak in front of their father, but when they bully themselves, they call themselves a common enemy - far away, Charles's problem is that he doesn't know when he will suddenly start to feel sorry for himself, give up on himself, and then give up thinking, Squatting in the little corner and muttering.

“…… Of course, after all, a genius like Uncle Gustav has only appeared in the Fifth Age so far! ”

Trainor couldn't help but defend his friend, and when Charles was about to speak, he immediately grabbed two biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth, continuing to express his opinion: "Uncle Gustav is indeed the only one who invented the steam engine!" He's the only one of the Sons of Steam! But are all the props of our current life invented by him?! ”

"Isn't it ......?"

"Don't interrupt me!" The hunter raised his voice and slapped the table hard, "Is this an invention of Uncle Gustav?" ”

"Not ......"

"What about this?" Trainor patted the carpet where he was seated.

"Not really."

"That's right, not everything was invented by my uncle, before my uncle was born, other craftsmen were always making life props!" Probably because the royal family has a talent for oratory, Trainor generously stated, and said that he was moved, "Isn't the hard work of other craftsmen counted?" Before Uncle Gustav was born, they were the ones who were transforming the world! You will also be a craftsman in the future! Charles, whether you are powerful or not, you are one of the world's reshapers! ”

Charles's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he suddenly lowered his head and wiped his eyes sharply, so fast that Trainor barely saw them.

"I, I see." Charles choked up for some reason, "I'll try to be a good craftsman!" I will do what I can to help others and follow the church and God in a steadfast way. ”

"That's right." Relieved, Trenor felt that his throat was a little dry, and began to wonder what to find a drink to drink when he returned.

Seeing his friend sitting back in place and carefully putting away the model airplane, Charles rolled his eyes and whispered, "Dad has been going to your house through the back door lately, has he talked to Uncle Edward about anything?" ”

Trainor pondered: "I don't know, it's usually my mother and my father who go to entertain Uncle Gustav, and I take this opportunity to sneak out and play, just like now." He reacted, his expression suddenly became a little vicious, and he whispered, "Charles! Did your sister ask you to ask?! ”

Even if an eight-year-old child puts on a fierce expression that seems to kill his friend on the spot, it will not scare others, but if the person opposite is also eight years old, it is still very deterrent.

"I, I, I, I was seen by my sister when I ran back!"

Charles hurriedly cried out for himself, and without thinking about it, he told his sister's "conspiracy" to appease his only true friend: "My sister said that if she didn't agree to her, tell her mother!" Sister she is always like this, she likes to worry about something else! What does the adult's business have to do with us, she actually wants to develop me into a ...... Spy! Yes, spy! ”

"Don't ask next time!" Trainor said in a vicious voice, from his now rather frightening expression and tone, as well as the self-taught intimidation, you can vaguely get a glimpse of the shadow of the "war maniac" thirty years later. But after slaying Charles, he saw that the other party looked like he was about to cry, and quickly slowed down his voice to remedy, "I know! Don't cry, it's not your fault! I'm not going to talk to you like that next time! ”

"I really don't know what my dad and uncle talked about...... That's right! My mother told me yesterday that when I grow up, she will take me on a trip to other countries, such as Feneport and the Southern Continent, and she also said that maybe I won't need to get a passport at that time, I don't know what that means. ”

"Hmm...... Don't need a passport? What does it mean to go directly? Charles thought for a moment, "I don't quite understand ...... either."

"Hey, no matter, what does the adult's business have to do with us?" Trenor said in the same way, reaching out to the remaining cakes and cookies, "If you don't eat I'll eat it!" ”

"No, didn't you say leave it to me!"

TBC

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Write these foreshadowings and extraneous plots extraordinarily......

* These are some stories that once happened, warm and beautiful, and then shattered by reality, and finally buried deep in the memories of the living.