In the darkness, Fang Yu knew that he could no longer pretend, but he remembered what he had promised, and for a moment he did not dare to turn around and explain.

Sylvide snickered for a while and then subsided, but Fang Plover couldn't see that her bright eyes were looking into the dark room, the clock was ticking, and there were childhood dreams in the glass closet.

It was quiet again in the hut.

There was only the low sound of the wind outside the window, and the branches rustled against the window lattice, and a strange shadow fell down that looked like teeth and claws.

The two of them were back to back, and she asked: "Captain, can't you sleep?"

"A little."

"How much is one point?" Sylvide was a little funny.

"It's a lot."

Fang Yu didn't know what he was answering at all. But Mu Shaoai's dream only made him worry about gains and losses. Perhaps it was because of this unique environment that the young man could listen to his own heartbeat.

But there is a softer heartbeat that surrounds it.

The interval between each other's heartbeats was only a moment, but it made people feel lost. In the darkness, Fang Yu did not dare to go deep into his heart, because the girl had already occupied an important position there. As soon as he closed his eyes, scenes appeared in his mind.

The scene with Sylvester.

For a moment, he had the courage to turn around and ask the ship officer every question he had in his heart. But for a moment, he still maintained his previous actions, listening to his heartbeat in the darkness and the sound of the wind outside the window.

It became even deeper, and the howls of wolves could be heard in the distance.

But this world seemed to be isolated from the rest of the world, and he felt dumb in his heart, pregnant with two emotions: impatience and annoyance.

"Captain, do you have something to say to me?" Sylvide's soft voice came from the side of the quilt.

"I……"

Fang Pliong mustered up his courage: "...Ms. Sylvide, are you really willing to be my ship officer?"

"Isn't it now?"

"No, I mean..."

"Refers to?"

He stammered: "I, I mean the eternal one, that kind..."

Sylvester's eyes were bright and the corners of her mouth curved playfully.

"No one lasts forever, Captain," she replied.

There was a deathly silence.

Fang Yu felt extremely uncomfortable. He didn't know if this was considered rejection, but this was already the second time. After a moment of silence, a gentle voice of inquiry came from the other side of the quilt: "Then, Captain, what are you doing?"

How long do you plan to let me stay by your side?"

The girl's voice was a little playful.

Fang Plover suddenly lost all sleepiness.

"forever."

He was extremely bold and said decisively.

"How far is forever?" Sylvide knew this strange question among the chosen ones.

That was many years ago.

My father stroked my mother's photo frame and replied to her: "For a mortal, forever is a mortal's life."

She didn't know if this was a lifelong promise. The relationship between the two originated from a ship, just like her father and mother, but gradually it became more than just the captain and his ship officer.

She didn't know if her heart could be anchored in this harbor.

It was just that she felt a rare sense of peace around Fang Pliance.

She smiled slightly before falling into sleep.

After a long time, the only sound left in the darkness was the "click, click" of the pendulum.

Tata sat among the soft feather pillows and looked at the young girl. Human emotions were a bit strange to her and she couldn't even understand them. However, she intelligently noticed that she seemed to have caused a little trouble for Mr. Knight.

.

She should have felt guilty, but she felt a little strange. Looking at the young man's face sleeping peacefully, Miss Goblin suddenly felt a warmth in her heart.

It was like a biscuit that Fang Plover shared with her by the campfire.

Somewhat sweet.

It tastes like sugar

It permeated the night air and was dispersed in the howling wind, as if it was rolled over the hills in the distance with the wind and snow.

However, for the entire Southern Territory, this storm has just begun.

…

The next morning, the blizzard rarely stopped for a moment.

The snow was several feet thick and piled outside the window, almost touching the icy edges hanging from the eaves. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the forest and fell into the house, Fang Plover woke up. He lay flat on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

It was quiet for a moment.

Everything last night was like a dream. But he was afraid that it was really a dream. When he turned around, he found that the ship officer was deeply asleep, with her long eyelashes drooping, reflecting the crystal white skin.

He had read the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty in the past.

But this fairy tale came out of the storybook and appeared in front of him.

The girl slept like a princess, quietly and peacefully.

Fang Yu's heart skipped a beat, and by some strange coincidence, he moved closer. A faint fragrance lingered in his nose. He was cautious, as if he was approaching a fragile work of art, but suddenly, Sylvie

De's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was so frightened that he ran away and jumped out of bed.

Both of them were sleeping with their clothes on, so Fang Piao hurriedly put on his coat, got out of bed, looked back, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the ship officer lady had not woken up. He was worried about disturbing the other person, so he

He carefully opened the door, turned back three times and walked out, closing the door gently.

As soon as the door was closed, Sylvester opened her eyes. Her clear eyes reflected the morning sun and exuded a light blue color. She smiled slightly and whispered: "Coward."

This is the last day at the manor.

The gap between snowstorms is the last window of time to go to the south, because once this half month passes, we will be trapped in Dulon until next year. The adventure group is racing against time, and everyone naturally does not have the time in the United States.

After crossing the Big Valley, crossing the Holy Gong Peak, and entering the southern foothills of the Cave Mountains, the climate gradually becomes warmer, and spring often arrives one or two months earlier. In places like the redwood forest, February and March are already the scene of mid-spring.

.

Fortunately, the team set off early the next morning, and Fang Plover still had a whole day to say goodbye to Ander.

On the day before leaving, the legendary alchemist seemed to be a little absent-minded. This morning was Fang Plover's last lesson in the manor. Ander Uriel taught him about magic power. Halfway through

The old man suddenly stopped.

Fang Yu was slightly startled and raised his head. "What are you looking at?" Ander raised his silver-grey eyebrows, picked up the book and knocked on him. He had already been good at knocking on it in the past few days, but he raised the book high and gently

Put it down, and finally slapped the kid on the forehead with the book.

He suddenly sighed and felt a little unmotivated. In the early years, he never worried about his age. Life, aging, illness and death were just human nature. He often laughed at Old Copper Nose and others for not being free and easy.

But this morning, when he saw the bare trees in the courtyard, he suddenly felt something he had never felt before.

He looked at his only student in front of him, his only proud closed-door disciple. Although he had never said that, he actually had a clear position in his heart. He had only taught this student for seven days, and what he had learned throughout his life was vast.

But there is not much time left.

Ander-Uriel had never regretted in his life, but he felt a little annoyed at this moment. If he could go to Kapka earlier and find this stupid boy, he would have at least half a year longer.

But it was impossible for Fang Plover to stay. After all, it was the world of young people. They had to go south to rebuild the Seven Seas Traveler.

That drawing also has his hard work, and it seems to be a kind of inheritance.

"That's it for teaching," the old man replied angrily, "I can't tell you how much time I have in the morning. I'll just pick up the book and read it myself."

"Be careful on the road."

"Wait for me at the Rose Workshop."

"get out"

Fang Yu was stunned for a while, and suddenly understood something.

He held the book thrown by the other party and bowed deeply to the old man.

It is the inheritance of knowledge. Students return gifts to their teachers. Silently, civilization has been passed down from generation to generation.

While preparing his luggage in the courtyard, Fang Plover met the dwarf president again. This was the second time the two met in many days, and they nodded to each other from a distance. The other party seemed to be preparing to leave.

No wonder he was carrying a lot of luggage in the back.

The dwarf president frowned and wiped the handle of the box with his handkerchief again and again until it was shiny. He looked at his handkerchief with disgust and handed it to the little monster: "Here you go.

"The little dwarf left happily as if he had found a treasure.

Fang Yu shook his head before looking back.
To be continued...