No employee expressed any opposition to Bawan Xi. Was it because they understood him, or was it because they were dissatisfied but did not dare to speak out under the pressure of silence around them?
But no matter what, this development was consistent with what the fairy girl had imagined in her mind, so she felt relieved.
At the same time, she is also working hard to learn relevant knowledge in this area. In her opinion, those parts of the ship are the result of Favia's hard work. She just wants to do it well, even if no one cares about it, even if she doesn't need to do it herself, she still wants to do it herself.
Although work at the shipyard was hard, Bawan Shi felt it was actually good.
Every time she operated, she would use all her strength and move her body carefully to avoid breaking the parts that she had worked so hard to complete with her clumsy hands.
Favia wouldn't care or scold if the job wasn't done well, Bawan Xi knew this, and she also knew that the boat was carefully built by her best friend, and the girl wanted him to be proud of her, so she had to do a good job.
Moreover, she also wanted him to see her efforts when he returned.
Therefore, no matter what happens, she will never give up.
Even though, she didn't love this place, she just wanted to wait for him to come back here.
"It's getting late, let's go back to bed... eh..."
However, just as he was about to turn his head, in the night as calm as a mirror above the city, a certain point of light flashed in the darkness of London's underground -
Then something rose up into the sky with a tail of light, and after a while it turned into a curved fang-like streak of light, moving menacingly towards London at night. The arrow of light emitted a dazzling silver-vermillion color, rising at an astonishing speed, and gradually turned into a small dot like a meteor.
Bawan Xi looked up and quickly came to the outside of the shipyard as if attracted.
This is--
"aurora."
At this moment, a huge colorful veil was dropped from the sky above, and the red, green, and purple colors were flooded with changing tones.
This is an atmospheric luminescence phenomenon that can only be seen in polar regions. Although the principle of its occurrence is still unclear, it should be caused by the solar wind injected into the universe affecting the atmosphere and geomagnetic field. Of course, there has been no relevant observation record in the city of London. Perhaps this phenomenon has been caused by some unknown reason.
Someone murmured:
"...a sign from God?"
This marked the beginning of a round of enthusiastic cheers throughout the streets of London.
“It’s a sign from God!”
"It looks like we can have a good year..."
"Wow, are we the only ones who saw it, or did everyone in the world see it..."
The auroras have had many names in history. The North American Indians called them "dancing elves". In medieval Europe, the auroras were seen as a sign from God.
It was not the first time that Bawan Xi had looked up at such a scenery. Such auroras could be seen everywhere in the fairy realm, but this was the first time she had seen it since she came to London.
The faint aurora in the fairy realm is also the light that shines at the extreme point in the fantasy world of refuge, maintaining the world's surface and inside alone.
In the eyes of the fairy girl looking up at the sky, the majestic aurora covered the endless sky. In front of everyone's gaze, while shining brilliantly in the infinite colors of the nameless night sky, it disappeared without a trace in the surging and ups and downs of the waves.
Looking up at that scene, Bawan Shi felt strangely sad.
It was a farewell to the disappearing season, as if recalling the loneliness and sadness brought by the gradual loss of certain things.
Even the words I wanted to say were too heavy to utter.
Even so, I hope to at least share the "special" with the person in my heart on this day.
Bawan Xi had thought about this kind of thing before, but Favia hadn't come back yet, so she kept it in her heart.
"Quite good looking."
That somewhat bitter smell permeated the air of London.
After everything was over, the fairy girl's slightly hurried pace soon turned into a jog, and she ran straight towards the cottage where she and Favia lived.
Back home, in the still quiet house, the girl was still waiting for her friend quietly.
That might be a 'friend' that only comes once in a lifetime. I don't have any extra thoughts, I just hope that he will stand by my side and live with me.
That's it.
After finishing her diary, Bawan Shi, lying on the bed, saw Favia’s face in her mind and with a blushing face, she kissed the long dress he had left for her.
"Good night, Favia."
.......
Bawan Xi one day.
Today I will go to the shipyard with a hammer and build a ship.
Although I was overwhelmed by nervousness at the beginning and accidentally messed up things, I almost screamed "Wow!" and even almost cried, but because Favia would comfort me when she was around, I was able to hold it back this time.
Anyway, I am very happy to have everyone's help... After all, Paracelsus and Machili also helped me a lot.
But, Favia, when will you come back?
Half a year?
a year?
Or ten years?
No matter what, as long as I'm alive, I'll always wait for you, so -
Could you come back earlier?
......Dividing line.......
I have been hurt by alcohol and sex, why am I so haggard? "
"From now on, stop drinking!"
Su Zhou, who skipped his own life in the dusty world and knew nothing about the plot, traveled to the dusty restricted area with a golden finger and became the terrifying sunglasses analyst in the game.
Being used to the fact that each character had his own life, he thought that the future would only usher in a simple and boring career as a dragon proud, but he did not expect that his teammates seemed to have a different interest in him.
When Su Zhou saw the packed schedule from day to night, he felt a chill in his heart.
He knew that he would probably have to limp out of the room again today.
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222: Inheriting the Secret Treasure of Monte Cristo (5k)
"grandfather?!"
When Frankenstein said this, the person who reacted the most was not Favia, but Abigail.
The words of the pink-haired girl who suddenly visited her did surprise her. To be honest, the girl's brain immediately went into overload.
She was trying to figure out who this "grandmother" of Frankenstein was, but after thinking about it, she felt that her brother couldn't possibly have any offspring. After all, they had been in the dungeon together for eighteen years. She could guarantee that no one had had more contact with them than she had...
Suddenly, Abigail thought of the most likely person, that was the red-haired fairy on the island before, but the problem was that hundreds of years had passed between now and that time, unless that guy was pregnant with her brother's child at that time...
Thinking of this, the blonde girl's pupils shrank, her hands clenched involuntarily, her heavy expression was like a heavy dark cloud, and she stared at Fran like a ghost. In an instant, the atmosphere in the dungeon became a little cold, so much so that even Frankenstein subconsciously raised one eyebrow, revealing a slight trembling.
"It feels so strange. Is there some spirit in the place where you are, Grandpa? Do you need me to help you solve it, Fran? I know magic."
Edmund in the next cell came back to his senses from his state of missing his father after hearing this. After Faryash's teaching over the past few years, he naturally understood what this magic was and answered unconsciously in his mind.
Magic means mystery, and is a general term for acts of artificially recreating mystery or miracles.
Since the Christian era, human history has completely driven out mysteries, and the darkness of mystery has been declining in inverse proportion to the spread of the light of science.
No matter how the magicians try to interfere, they cannot change this destiny itself.
The mysteries of the mythological era have been driven away to a distant place, and it is extremely difficult to make them exist temporarily in modern times.
What's more, the etymology of mystery is the Greek word for "closed", which means to be locked, hidden, and a self-contained system. In short, mystery itself has meaning.
Secrecy is the essence of magic, and the fewer people who can reach it, the more powerful the magic can become.
There are three major magic associations and many small families in the Western European world, but they are basically organizations that "transform the magic power inside the practitioner's body or in the outside world."
In accordance with the bases managed by major organizations, the practitioner sends a command and the pre-made function will be executed. The electric current required to send the command is magic power. Although magic has the impression of being omnipotent, it is basically a mystery caused by equivalent exchange and cannot make the impossible possible.
Magic can be seen as nothing more than a technique that shortens the "process" and makes the "means" depend on the individual. Even if it is possible to go to the moon through magic, the preparations beforehand require the same or even higher cost as actually being able to go to the moon.
"It's cool to release fire from your hands? But it's just for show. To be honest, if you want to release fire, wouldn't it be more efficient to just use a lighter?"
Although magic that can interfere with other people's minds and change the direction of their thinking does not require material costs, the direction of the practitioner's mind will be forcibly changed. In other words, the curse that harms others will also harm oneself.
In addition, Edmund remembered that Faria said there was a kind of magic called incantation, but it was not considered a discipline by the London Association, saying it was too backward. Incantation was mainly popular in the Ottoman Empire and the Middle East.
"The association is just a pioneer who looks down on the developers in other regions. Although it does not use mystery, it is a local custom of magic, mainly harming others for self-interest. Because of this purity, the spell is also one of the primitive ones."
In Edmund's memory, Faria's words were like a lecture by a great teacher, telling the knowledge he knew at a comfortable pace.
"However, the biggest reason is that when the Ottoman Empire was at its peak, the sorcery organizations in its country could threaten their position." He said, "They also have relevant experience, so they can carefully plan how to make the other party slowly lose money in various aspects while they will never lose money, so that the magic world will regard it as such, such behavior."
"In other words, is it a subtle suppression?"
"That's not accurate." Favia shook his head and tapped the damp wall with his index finger. "After all, the spells are really messy. It can only be said that there is no system. And the expression method is also relatively direct. Maybe there is indeed a hope that it can be preserved and not be forgotten."
Although the mainstream of sorcery in the Type-Moon world is in the Middle East, there are also many differences, such as Japanese sorcery and Western sorcery. Japanese sorcery is from Japan, and can also be called Shinto sorcery. In simple terms, it is a technique of signing a contract with "God" to exercise God's power.
With the help of the bodies of the "gods" left over after the Age of Gods faded away, they can gain incredible abilities. An example is that when Nagao Kagetora was a child, he possessed the power of gods and Buddhas, and then became the human incarnation of Bishamonten. As for Western sorcery, it is just as we would normally imagine.
After answering in his mind, Edmund continued to listen to the conversation between the girl named Fran and Favia next door.
"Ahem, probably not. It's probably because of the weather."
Favia coughed twice, as if to remind Abigail.
Realizing that she shouldn't be like this, the blonde girl took a slow breath and patted her cheeks.
She looked at Favia's profile silently. Perhaps it was due to the environment of the Chateau d'If, Favia's condition was not as good as it was at the beginning. Although it had not changed, there were still some problems in his body, in those invisible places.
Abigail, who had been with him for so many years, knew this clearly and couldn't help but reach out her hand, but stopped when it was about to touch his cheek.
It was only a few centimeters, not very far, but she still stopped.
The reason was probably that she felt that such an abrupt action was a bit inappropriate.
However, seeing Abigail like this, Favia didn't care and took her hand, which had taken a step back, and put it on his face.
"I see. I understand. This place is really bad. If Fran stays here for a while, the parts might rot. Grandpa, it must be hard for you to stay here. Do you need Fran to take you out?"
"Put that aside for now, Fran, I have a question for you."
"Yes! Okay, go ahead!"
The pink-haired girl nodded, looking extremely excited.
"What happened to your injury?"
Favia asked, placing her hand on her chin.
In fact, as for Fran's grandfather, Favia didn't care about this title. After all, she had a "cheap daughter" working in the coffee shop opened by Cobbecker. As for Fran's father, based on the questions she asked before, it was not difficult to guess that they were James Moriarty and Charles Babbage.
"...I'm not hurt, Grandpa."
"Then tell me how the hair on your forehead got cut off."
Frankenstein was silent for a while.
It felt like confusion, and at the same time, somehow, fear or uneasiness.
"......Ah, I remember that it is forbidden for magicians to ask about these things. Let's leave everything to the stars, the blades, and fate!"
Fran didn't answer, but just smiled.
Perhaps she felt that the strength of Cagliostro she met was superior to that of Moriarty and Babbage, and that Favia in front of her was just an ordinary person in her eyes, so saying anything would only increase their worries and would not be able to solve them.
"Really not going to tell me? Don't look at me like this now. I actually feel that I am still pretty strong."
Far from blaming Fran for his perfunctory remarks, Favia spoke with great interest.
"If you were strong, Grandpa, you wouldn't be locked up here."
Frankenstein burst out laughing.
"That's true, but there are always times when it matters. Special situations require special treatment." Favia replied calmly, "Although I have nothing to do with Moriarty, we are just acquaintances. In other words, I am not your grandfather, so you don't have to call me that."
He thought for a moment and sighed:
"Just think of it as my reward for you calling me those few times and me brazenly accepting them."
"is it?"
