After one last confirmation that the wheat field was safe, Francis returned to the town, where the mayor regained his former majesty but smiled and waited for Francis at the Harvest Tavern.

The mayor sat down in his chair and crossed his feet, and said with some regret; "Honestly, don't you really think about staying here, come on, the outside world isn't necessarily much better than here."

Francis gestured to the number seven and then said; "Seven children, Mayor Mare, I can't stay here."

The mayor nodded in understanding, threw a money bag at Francis on the other side of the table, and said regretfully; "Fifty Kinreel, one is not less. In the future, I will take the time to come here every year to have a look, and everyone will not forget you. ”

Francis took the money bag in one hand, took out a bottle of potion on the other and gave it to the mayor, and admonished; "A little potion with a lot of pure water, spraying it on the wheat field can disperse the locusts, so that even if I leave here, you won't have to worry about locust plague."

The mayor took the potion, put it in the palm of his hand and turned it a few times, thanked Francis for the townspeople, and then accepted the anthelmintic potion.

Francis put the reward on him, and without further words, got up and left the Harvest Tavern.

The mayor pressed his chin with his hands, and his expression was peaceful, as if he had emptied his usual sorrows.

"He's gone? It's a pity that he'd be a very good guard if he stayed here. “

The waitress appeared at some point and walked up to the mayor and interjected.

"Where did he come from?"

The waitress recalled the first time Francis and Vincent had come to the tavern, and continued; "Mess, it seems to be from Wales."

It's no wonder that Francis could produce steam anywhere, as he came from an industrial city famous for its steel and steam.

The waitress leaned against the table and looked out the window at the sunlight and began to imagine what a place Wales was, and although she had seen the world, she had never left the Duchy of Hieron.

"I've seen so many extraordinary people, and Francis is different from those people, and I mean completely different. Like a flock of crows, suddenly jumping in front of you with a white dove. ”

The mayor sighed, and quickly drank the rye beer brought by the waitress, hoping that Francis might come here again in the future.

On the other side, next to the stables on the edge of Akita Town, Francis joins a bid for horses.

There are many bidders, but fortunately, the price does not jump too much, and it gradually rises around a few Jinriel.

Francis was so pleased with the black horse that he squeezed through the crowd and put twenty gold riel on the auction table. At first, the people who were pushed out of the way were dissatisfied, but when they saw that it was Francis, they turned to greet him with excitement.

Francis replied to the endless stream of greetings, then looked at the auctioneer and said; "I want this horse."

The auctioneer struck the wooden hammer and shouted; "Deal, Mr. Francis, the famous Messiah!"

Francis tugged at the horse's reins and stroked the horse's head with satisfaction, thinking that the fellow would be able to take him to the hunting grounds of the Grand Duke of Europa in a day.

The auctioneer rubbed his hands together and said to Francis with a smile; "Wise, Mr. Francis, this horse has flowed all the way from the royal city to here, and the price of twenty gold riel is well worth it."

Francis shook his head helplessly, these businessmen always make money and sell well. He loaded the black sword and the double-barreled musket near the saddle and responded to the auction; "Maybe, anyway, I don't dare tell the family that this horse cost twenty kielleire."

Half an hour later, Francis led his horse to the exit of the town, where Vincent was waiting for him.

"Are you leaving, Mr. Francis?"

Francis patted the horse's head, nodded his head at the black horse, and said; "When the time comes, we will naturally go and see how this horse is."

Vincent gives Francis a map and tells him to follow the map this time and stop going to the wrong place.

Francis put away the map, turned over on his horse, looked at Vincent and smiled and said; "When I look at you, I always think of Abel. Sorry I couldn't make you a scarecrow, go after it, Vincent, don't give up. Someday, we'll meet again, and hopefully you'll be a household name by then. ”

With that, Francis kicked his horse and said goodbye to Vincent, and the black horse obediently began to wander in the direction of the town's departure.

Walking slowly across the long wheat field line, sitting on the dark horse, Francis has the illusion that the world is so beautiful and peaceful.

The scarecrow never misses a promise, jumping in the wheat field to follow Francis as if it were a long send-off. Far behind it, Vincent is chasing the scarecrow with a sketchpad on his back.

This scarecrow still loves to stalk.

Francis suddenly remembered that the black horse did not have a name, and his sword and musket had names, so the black horse naturally had to have it too.

He looked at the endless wheat field and muttered; "The name of wheat grass sounds like Akita Town."

Autumn on the continent had come to an end, and Francis felt the air cool and the trees he passed by had fallen yellow foliage.

The winter of 1881 was approaching, and Francis had not yet seen the winter of this world, and he hoped in his heart that it would not get too cold

Wheat straw carried Francis on a smooth rocky road, the grass on both sides of the road bent by the wind, and swept through the leafy northern part of the Duchy of Hillen to the central mountains.

At this moment in the mess, May learned from the news from the Archduke of Europa that Francis had been several days late and asked if something had happened.

May sighed, took off her gold-rimmed glasses and shared to Abel on the side; "Francis doesn't know where he's gone, it's always worrying."

"Father will be fine."

"Don't worry, the apostles in the Moon House will prevent similar things from happening in the first place. You've seen those war gunboats, Abel, and the things your father built weren't big toys. ”

Abel smiled understandingly, his father, Francis, who had built an air fleet that could destroy the country during the Messiah, and he often wondered if his father was some fanatical war maniac.

Today's Maisai Mansion is very lively, not only for children, but also for the apostles of the Moon House to enter and exit the Moon House freely. Occasionally, Abel couldn't sleep at night, and he could see two apostles in the corridor carrying huge steel components out of the moon house. Or a fox apostle with a plan and blueprint in his hand, following the monk's robe, meticulously reporting the progress of the creation project.

So this place can be regarded as a sea of people, although there are only eight humans in the strict sense, most of them are a group of strange shapes.