The ancients watched me play the Starry Sky Railway

"Go forward, his destination... is in the garden ahead. The first and last anonymous guest of Pinocchio - the watchmaker, Ragworq Shar Mikhail."

Gallagher said, pointing to the large garden in front.

"With respect for their predecessors, the group moved forward step by step, finally arriving at the end of the garden."

"Under the sponge of memory, in the garden closest to the full moon in the water, an old man reclines in an easy chair, silent and still."

"The Watchmaker—Raghavok Shar Mikhail—has entered into an endless dream, from which no sound can awaken him."

"And in his arms, there was a blue memory bubble emitting a halo."

"Sure enough, the watchmaker is the third unknown guest. Even I guessed it."

"March Seven, who is very self-aware, used the sentence structure 'even me'."

“…” Confucius was speechless.

Little Sanyue, I am very happy that you have self-awareness.

After all, it is important for people to know themselves.

But you are so self-aware, but unwilling to study hard, which makes the teacher very unhappy.

You should study hard!

You should also try to be noticed by the Star God of Wisdom, Boshizun!

(Xing: Want to be noticed by the knowledgeable? Instead of studying hard, it’s better to work hard on abstraction.)

(Boshizun: Identifying popular abstract organisms on the Internet... What is this? Take a look... 6)

…………

"The legacy he left behind was a dream bubble. I guess it contained something meaningful only to the nameless guest."

"After all, when I checked the contents, I found nothing... It's probably some 'opening up' ciphertext again. It's even more mysterious than I am."

Gallagher said, pointing to the blue dream bubble in Mikhail's arms.

(Congratulations to Mikhail on his recognition by the Orthodox 'mystical' faithful.)

"Well, let's take a look." Ji Zi said, and nodded slightly to Xing.

"Xing took a deep breath, calmed himself, and reached out to touch the dream bubble in Mikhail's arms."

"A cool feeling came from her fingertips. Based on experience, this touch should be accompanied by a variety of colorful and complex memory phantoms..."

"But this time, Xing saw nothing."

"This dream bubble is clearly unusual—perhaps the method is wrong."

"She thought so, took a deep breath, tried to concentrate, knelt on one knee, pressed her forehead against the thin membrane that encased the memory substance, and read the dream bubble again."

"However, all that remained before Xing's eyes was still pitch black. No crimson sun set over the snowy mountains, no gentle laughter, no stars, no shadows of swords and spears, and no 'exploration'..."

"Nothing, nothing. Without a doubt, this is an 'empty' dream bubble!"

"No? How come there's nothing? This doesn't make sense!"

Liu Bang was stunned.

Since you want to leave a legacy, how can you leave an empty legacy?

Isn't this playing tricks on people?

If he had allowed the crown prince to inherit the throne before his death, but secretly gave the throne to someone else, the throne the crown prince would have inherited would truly be just the "kingdom"...

He dared to guarantee that no matter how gentle his prince was, he would dig up his grave!

"Perhaps, it's a legacy of some kind of belief?" Lü Zhi frowned and speculated, "What belief does this empty dream bubble represent that Xing and the others need to comprehend?"

…………

"Eh? What's going on..." Sanyueqi also hurriedly tried to interpret the dream bubble, but was dumbfounded: "There's really nothing in this dream bubble."

““Indeed, that’s how it is.””

"He always had an inexplicable confidence in the Nameless Guest. In his plans, 'trail blazing' always had a place. I don't know where this confidence came from... When he was alive, he never contacted the train."

"I've never been able to understand what this old man is thinking, but this empty dream bubble is really his style. It's full of nonsensical fantasies... and incomprehensible romanticism."

"That old naughty boy... I didn't expect him to have any tricks up his sleeve."

Gallagher spread his hands and said helplessly.

"No." Ji Zi shook her head. "Mr. Gallagher, I believe Mikhail will leave us his most precious things."

"Hey, you're not going to start preaching some big ideas, are you?" Gallagher chuckled silently.

"Just as Mikhail believes in the nameless people of the future, we too will have unconditional faith in the nameless people of the past. They were willing to dedicate their lives to the land they loved, so how could they leave in a hurry with regrets about the future?"

"This dream bubble must have a meaning, but we haven't yet grasped it. Mr. Gallagher, you are the same when it comes to trusting the watchmaker, aren't you?"

"Even though Himeko has never met Mikhail, she has great trust in him."

(Who the hell would have thought that the legacy in the dream bubble could come out and work as a waiter!)

"I'm a believer in the mystical destiny. My philosophy of life is to not believe in anything."

"So... I also understand what 'belief' means to 'pioneering'. I also want to know what he left behind. Haha, it's up to you."

"Although Gallagher said this, his words revealed his trust in Mikhail."

"Well, although we are not from a noble and prestigious family, this trust is so precious, like a dazzling gem! Gallagher... I, Yuan Shao, the model of the world, recognize you!"

Yuan Shao stroked his beard, his face showing a sense of recognition as he saw a close friend.

Many of the ministers below had strange expressions on their faces.

Why does this feeling of déjà vu seem so strong?

This guy Gallagher... he clearly trusts Mikhail, yet he still says that... Oh, right, tsundere! It's tsundere!

Damn it! Where's the promise that all tsunderes are beautiful girls?

Why is it a middle-aged uncle?

Then everyone looked up at Yuan Shao with indescribable eyes...

No wonder the lord identifies so well with Gallagher.

Is this a resonance from tsundere?

…………

"..." Jizi thought for a moment and said, "Please lend me your pet, Mianmian. I need to go back to the Golden Hour and check some things at the Dream Shop."

“…………”

"Even on the other side, Danheng and Potio came to the front desk of the Real Daydream Hotel hand in hand."

(We at Bengtie also have our own version of “The Foolish and the Unhappy.”)

"Welcome to the Daydream Hotel," said the front desk clerk, Ellie. "How may I help you?"

"Hello, we are unknown guests of the Starry Sky Train and would like to check in," Dan Heng said calmly.

"Star Train?" Ellie was confused: "But before..."

"Why are there people from the Star Train here?"

PS: The Spring Festival is almost over, I can start working hard tomorrow