"Erin, Venason, in fact, I have always had a dream in my heart, that is, to sail away and do what interests me like our father, of course, I will not leave you behind, I promise."

Father, Jason's old father?

Poor Mies, if you knew that old Jason's father had fantasized about a big-ass lady who liked to cheat, and also said that I would like to try it if I had the chance, maybe you wouldn't want to sail as far as he did.

Venason's expression was a little unnatural, and he scolded Jason in his heart, and then said:

"Jason, as a younger brother, fully supports your ideals, but do you really understand the sea? Well, or... Have you heard of ...... Pollution? ”

Erin sighed slightly and said:

"Sangana Engels, my classmate, is also a good friend of mine."

Sangana Engels? A cheerful girl with long golden wavy hair and turquoise eyes suddenly came to Venathan's mind, she was under twenty-seven years old, half a year older than Irene.

It is said that her parents are both devotions to the god of sleep and crimson, and they go to church almost every month to pray for Crimson's blessing.

"yes, I know."

Mies, Gropius, and Venason bowed their heads at the same time, indicating that they remembered their sister's friend.

"Her fiancé, Oclees, was a sailor, and in order to get engaged to his beloved girl, Sangna, he chose a three-masted galleon, called the 'Black Pearl', which would take about a week to come and go, and could earn a salary of 30 pounds."

Irene described the situation first, she sighed again, and continued:

"Sangna said that he had planned to go to sea again and get engaged when he returned, but unfortunately, the bad news came today, Ocles disappeared a few days ago on an unknown island in the white desert of Scandinavia, and it was reported that he had encountered contamination, and now he can't even find his body."

Pollution that makes people disappear?

"Mies, you should understand what I mean, the memories of three years ago have pained me for a long time, nothing in this world is more important than my family, I have lost them, I don't want to lose you again, my dearest brother." Erin persuaded Mies with a serious expression.

Forehead... Actually, Mies only said that he had this idea, Erin, you need to be so sure.

Vinason didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and he thought in his mind for a few seconds:

"Erin, Mies didn't say you have to go, you don't have to worry, not to mention that his situation is different, after all, he is not engaged, and he doesn't need to work hard for marriage, right?"

"Yes, that's right, I just don't have any intention of going out temporarily, my experience is not enough, well, temporary."

Isn't it, where did you go with your usual composure, Mies, to say such things at this time?

…… Venason and Gropius reached out to cover their faces at the same time, complaining frantically in their hearts.

"Of course, there will never be one in the future, I swear, I will not do anything dangerous, never." Mies patted her chest and said.

"Gropius, Venasson, and the two of you."

After hearing Mies's answer, Erin's eyes immediately moved to the remaining two younger brothers, and she asked persistently.

"Swear!"

Swear? Do we want it too?

Gropius was a little stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face twitched unconsciously.

"You have to swear like Mies that you will not do anything dangerous in the future." Erin's gaze was unusually sharp and her expression was determined.

"Okay, we swear never to do anything risky, not to do anything that worries Erin."

After watching her three younger brothers swear to herself in turn, Erin said relaxedly:

"I only have your three younger brothers, my last family, and I don't want to lose any of you."

"But I need to check once to see if the oath you made just now is suspected of deception, I will do a divination in the evening, pray to the crimson god, and tell me what you really think, this is the latest inquiring ritual divination I have learned."

Ask the sleeping and crimson gods?

God TM asked about magic, sister, you know so much, ask the crimson god questions in the middle of the night, and let him respond to you, are you sure this is not blasphemy?

Venason shook his head angrily and amusefully, and he walked up to Erin, gently touched her delicate little face, and kissed her forehead gently:

"I promise, Erin, that we will not do dangerous things, this is not encouragement, but commitment."

At some point, Venason adapted to the encouragement that belonged to Erin, and he changed it into a commitment between his loved ones!

"Well, okay!"

"Don't just chat, we forgot about dinner, now set up the tableware, eat potatoes and beef today, as well as fried meat and fish, cream cake, the best roast goose, in short, a little bit of celebration, celebrate Venasson's successful admission letter, celebrate our future college students, celebrate the beginning of changing the fate of the family......"

.........

The Hill, 18 Pelican Street, Magician Inn.

The waiter in charge of reception at the front desk was bored reading the newspaper, and due to the curfew policy of the Kingdom of Ghent, except for the sporadic horse-drawn carriages speeding by in the evening, all that remained in the streets were drunks who wandered the streets.

At this moment, the bronze street lamp outside the door suddenly flickered, and the light seemed to be much dimmer.

Well?

She looked up, and through the gap in the newspaper in her hand, she saw a woman standing in the doorway carrying a long dark brown leather suitcase.

This lady looks like 1.65 meters, wearing a very delicate retro mattress skirt on her upper body and pure white Rudal boots on her feet.

Her long, thick hair like a black forest falls down to her waist, and a pair of glasses rests on the bridge of her nose, giving you the feeling of stepping out of an old medieval castle.

A lady with a rather outstanding temperament, with an elegant step, a pretty good figure, well, and this dress...... Could it be a noble lady?

Also as a woman, the front desk waiter habitually looked at the other person's dress and temperament first.

She immediately heard the elegant lady say in a voice as peculiar as immature:

"One night, single room."

"2 decrees 4 pence."

The waitress took out the white price slip from the counter, first quoted the price of today's house price, and then asked:

"Ma'am, do you have any identification documents?"

Identification is highly valued not only by the Kingdom of Ghent, but also by the entire continent of Fidras.

Of course, almost no one will abide by the use of real names when it comes to identity registration procedures, which involves personal privacy issues, so it is just a formality on the surface.

"Yes."

The lady put down her dark brown rectangular suitcase, took out an identification document from the inside pocket of her sleeve, and handed it to the other party.

"Al Ross ......"

The waitress whispered as she registered, then she pulled open the drawer, took out a marked iron key from it, and said:

"Room 1323, check-out time is 2 o'clock the next day."

"Thank you."

The elegant lady took the key, picked up her dark brown suitcase and walked towards the staircase.

At this time, a waiter wearing a rag, a basin and other things at the entrance of the stairs came down from the second floor, and when he met this lady, he bowed and saluted:

"Hello ma'am, is there anything I need to do?"

His gaze swept over her outfit before landing on the long dark brown suitcase that the other party was carrying.

"No, it's light."

The corners of the lady's delicate mouth drew a hint of arc, and after she finished speaking, she did not stop, and went up the stairs to enter room 1323.

After closing the door and putting down the suitcase, she raised her right hand and took off her monocle:

"I don't really like catching mice......"