Despite their hangover, the well-trained cavalry controlled the flying beasts as they flew off one by one from the top platform in the heart of the furnace, forming an arrow-shaped formation in the air.

"Come back often, Lord Jonah of Ecbatana, this is your home. The elder with the longest beard took Jonah's hand and said tremblingly. The members of the Presbyterian Church surrounded the astrologer, all with aggrieved expressions of reluctance, and these wrinkled old Flores couldn't help but remind Jonah of Teacher Koshavoy, who raised him and now didn't know what to do, he couldn't help but have a sour nose, and quickly turned his head: "Of course, of course, if I have the chance, I will come back to see everyone." ”

"You won't be able to see us next time you come back, our life is coming to an end, and soon a new Council of Elders will take over the Volcano Nation. I believe that the tamed Mount Ekba will allow Ecbatana to write a new history, thank you, Jonah of Ecbatana!" the elders bowed in unison, once again expressing their gratitude. At last night's feast, Jonah had learned that the Pink Hat Dwarves had a lifespan of only forty years, and they were very open-minded about life and death, and dared to face the topic of death calmly, much to the admiration of the humans present.

"You have taught me a lot, too. The astrologer whispered, gently withdrawing his left hand. He also wanted to spend a few more days in the passionate land of volcanoes, but Asai was in a hurry to go to the Vedic country on business, and Lieutenant Colonel Sardis would not agree to the ridiculous request to live in Ecbatana.

"Take off, Lieutenant Colonel Jonah?" asked Lieutenant Morrell, who was straddling the camel's neck.

“...... Let's go. Jonah whispered two words.

"Yes. Woo-ha!" the cavalry captain commanded, and Miss Nancy, who had recovered her strength after a night's rest, spread her black wings and set off a powerful storm. Three times flapped its wings, the camel eagle had risen fifty yards in the air, and the elders at the top of the Furnace Heart had become smaller, and they all pressed their pointed hats with their left hands and waved their right hands: "Take care!

Jonah waved goodbye vigorously: "Take care of yourselves!"

As the altitude climbs, the heart of the furnace, the crater, and the town square come into view. "Oh my God, that's ......" Jonah covered his mouth in disbelief. The square around the heart of the furnace was filled with bright pink, and it was the Florerians who had spontaneously gathered in the center of the city to see him off, men, women, old people, children, all sorts of pink hats crowded one after another, and I don't know who was directing, thousands of dwarves shouted in unison: "Cherish, cherish, cherish!"

Suddenly, like a gust of wind blowing down the sea of pink flowers, the sea of pink turned brown at once, and it took a few seconds for Jonah to react, and it was all the Floreans who took off their hats and bowed at the same time. No one had ever seen the pink-hated dwarves take off the hat they held dear to life, and the greatest taboo of the Floreans must have been their highest courtesy.

Tears immediately moistened the eyes of the third-level astrologer, and he gritted his teeth and wiped his face with his sleeve, while cursing in a low voice: "The wind is too strong, and it hurts so much to blow." ”

"Yes, you need a pair of windscreens, Lieutenant Colonel Jonah. "The empathetic Lieutenant Morrell didn't look back.

Thirty-six camel eagles flew into the sky against the rising sun, drawing an arc and turning south. "What a great experience, Brother Jonah!" said Assey with a bright smile on the back of the camel eagle beside him, his white teeth shining in the morning light, "They also gave me a new steam pocket watch, which is super useful!"

Jonah nodded. The gifts given to him by the elders took up the weight of the two camel eagles, and he didn't even have time to look at any new things.

Behind the mountains, Ekbatana is fading away. Ten pink hot air balloons slowly rose, the steam golem defense system was activated again, and the steam forging hammer next to the volcanic furnace was activated again, sending a low knocking sound through the four fields. The volcanic nation still shines with the splendor of Mount Ekra in the middle of the volcanic country, but beyond the mountains, the Ekbatana River is a rare sight, where bright red magma meets maroon, and the constant flow of lava boils the river, and white steam tumbles into the sky.

The camel eagle formation flew south around the pillar of white clouds, and what happened yesterday was as unreal as a dream, except for a piece of parchment left in a deerskin bag full of a heavy sense of accomplishment. It was a letter of guarantee from Ecbatana to the Tocharian Empire, and although the Volcano Nation still did not recognize Tocharian jurisdiction, it formally promised not to threaten Tochar's security in any act of war, and to help the Empire win a war "if circumstances permit". This was what the Emperor needed most, and now Jonah could finally have a clear conscience about the love of Isaibaink.

Amid the wind of the hunt, Lieutenant Morrell turned around and shouted, "Lieutenant Colonel Sardis instructed to slow down the flight to take care of the wounded 'Old Lily', we expect to arrive at the Punjab camp in forty minutes, Lieutenant Colonel Jonah!"

Jonah raised his right thumb to indicate that he had received the message.

The long flight seemed a little boring, the Orientals were fiddling with their brand-new pocket watches, and Jonah felt a hangover headache and was going to take a nap in the saddle. As soon as he closed his eyes, a strange and familiar sense of detachment came, and the surroundings became dark, and the heads of the camel eagles and cavalrymen lit up with various soul lights, and he saw his body lying on the back of the camel eagle, and there were many burning holes in the blue robes.

"Miss Rose?" the astrologer said tentatively.

"Listen, this is the second tip I've ever received. "The Ghost's Left Hand has fought three battles against Brotherhood reinforcements in the Golden City, but it hasn't been able to stop them from getting your location. Now the fighters are rushing to Punjab at full speed, and of course, the assassins of the Red Brotherhood are also on their way. We will do our best to slow down the enemy's pace, the enemy is very strong, the hidden power of the entire southern continent has been mobilized, and the dark power has formed a sharp arrow like you shoot. Listen to the tip: wait twenty-four hours for several warriors to join you and set off for the Vedic kingdom. Once you reach the war city of Quvisti, the next prompt will appear. Did you actually receive this prompt?"

"You mean, I'm leaving Tocharian and entering the Vedas to-morrow?, but I'm afraid I'm going to be a little troublesome in my current status as an officer, and......" Jonah hesitated.

"Did you actually receive this prompt?" the listener repeated coldly.

“...... I got it. Jonah could only answer in the affirmative.

"Good luck, precious heir to the Seglas bloodline, good luck. Rose Rose said, but this time the astrologer did not wait for her to break the connection, and hurriedly asked, "Wait a minute, Miss Rose! Where are you now? Are you any better? Why on earth are you hurting yourself, why are you able to talk to me in this state, what does the listener mean, where do you get the instructions?"

The questions that were held in my heart were spat out, but luckily, this time the Archon of the Sukasa Gorge was still interested in talking to him more, "There are some questions that I can't answer, Jonah. I can tell you that I voluntarily sacrificed half of my hearing, sight, smell, taste, and touch through the reincarnation ritual in exchange for half of my psychic abilities to become the 'listener' of the ghost's left hand. Every Seglas lineage inheritor has a corresponding listener, and I am the one who receives instructions from the underworld, explains them, and then conveys them to you. Some instructions are very abstract and difficult to read, while others are very specific, such as two messages to you to dodge from enemies. I'm now in the Harimaya Palace, very safe, and this soul-to-soul dialogue is a unique way of communication between the listener and the inheritor. ”

"Why did the ghost's left hand ...... in such a cruel way"

Before Jonah could finish his sentence, the surroundings began to grow brighter, and Ross Rose cut the connection. The people around him were unaware, Lieutenant Morrell in goggles was intently driving the riding beast, and the Oriental man next to him was still fiddling with his new pocket watch, giggling at the little figure that popped up on the watch.

The astrologer sighed and found a smooth egg-shaped object in his deerskin bag, which was a communicator given to him by Prince Harimaya before his departure from Bactria, and the old prince promised to contact him as soon as he found the traces of Ryuki and Elliot, but the gadget never moved. The only consolation is that it seems that he can spend some time with Assai, and the more time he goes on, the more he feels that this man full of secrets is trustworthy.

Of course, he also misses the days on "The Winds of Bactria", and occasionally thinks of the always quarrelsome Stewart siblings. The two of them who have obtained the treasure of the Sand Pirate King should be living happily, but I wonder if they choose to pledge their allegiance to Catherina, or leave the endless sea of sand and start over?

"Brother Jonah, Brother Jonah, look!" the Oriental suddenly shouted, holding up the brand new pocket watch triumphantly, "if you open the lid at the back, and then pull down this handle to start the steam machine, you ......can play a waltz!" he excitedly fiddled with the pocket watch, and suddenly his fingers slipped, and the slippery metal pocket watch jumped out of his palm, and in an instant it turned into a small black dot and disappeared into the deep white clouds.

"......" Asai stared at his empty hands in amazement.

"Poof. Jonah laughed, his somewhat panicked thoughts diluted. Yes, the world is so big, who knows what will happen in the next second?