Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Paracelsus looked at the fairy girl with a pained expression, as if she was about to cry. She seemed to be enduring inner turmoil, clenching her clothes so tightly that they were full of wrinkles.

"That's all we can do. I'll go look for any information about the purple fog later."

"Turn off what?"

Bawan Shi asked what the two meant by "closing down for a period of time."

"That shipyard was bought by Favia, and he also built ships there himself. Now that he's disappeared, it has to be closed for a while..."

"Can't we just leave it open? I bet if Sivia wants to build ships, he doesn't want it closed either..."

Bavan Shi knew that these actions were meaningless to a magician, but Favia was no ordinary magician, at least not in terms of personality, as could be seen from the people he knew.

There must be a reason for doing so.

"That makes sense, but Favia isn't here, so the workers can't just start work on their own. This is the only way."

Although it may seem like a trivial and meaningless thing, I don't want it to be like this, and I'm sure Favia doesn't want it to be like this either.

Bawan Shi thought to herself.

"Wow! I'm Favia's friend! You've all seen me many times!"

The fairy girl suddenly stood up, raised her right hand high, and shouted, drawing the attention of Paracelsus and Machiri.

Although she felt ashamed and was even sweating profusely, she still focused on what she needed to do next and forced herself to stay calm.

Then, in a calm voice, he said:

"If I go and say it, everyone will definitely agree."

At that moment, Paracelsus and Machiri exchanged a glance and then smiled. They could understand the fairy girl's feelings, but they felt that the term "friend" was a bit too ambiguous, since they were also friends of Favia.

"Alright then, it's up to you. If you need anything, please let us know and we'll help you."

"That's right, please be sure to tell me if you encounter any trouble."

After the two left, the fairy girl went to the shipyard alone and began construction under the name 'Favia'.

No employees voiced their opposition to Bavan Shi. Was it because they understood him, or because they were afraid to speak out despite their dissatisfaction, due to the pressure of silence from those around them?

But in any case, since this unfolded exactly as the fairy girl had envisioned, she felt relieved.

At the same time, she was also working hard to learn about the relevant knowledge. In her opinion, the parts of those ships were the result of Favia's hard work. She just wanted to do them well, even if no one cared whether they were good or not, and even if she didn't have to do them herself, she still wanted to do them well by hand.

Although working in the shipyard was tough, Bavan Shi felt it was actually quite good.

With each operation, she exerted all her strength and moved her body carefully to avoid breaking the parts that she had worked so hard to complete with her clumsy hands.

Even if she didn't do well, Favia wouldn't care or scold her. Bavan Shi knew this, and she also knew that the ship was carefully built by her best friend, and the girl wanted him to be proud of her. Therefore, she had to do her best.

Moreover, she also wanted him to see her efforts when he returned.

Therefore, no matter what happens, she will never give up.

Even if she didn't love this place, she just wanted to wait for him to come back.

"It's getting late, let's go back to sleep... oh wait..."

But just as he was about to turn his head, in the mirror-like night above the city, a point of light flashed briefly in the darkness of London's underground.

Then something, trailing a tail of light, rose into the sky. After a while, it transformed into a curved, fang-like streak of light, heading menacingly toward London in the night. The light arrow emitted a dazzling silver-red color, rising at an astonishing speed, gradually turning into a small point like a shooting star.

Bavan Shi looked up and, as if drawn by a spell, quickly came to the outside of the shipyard.

This is--

"aurora."

At that moment, a huge colorful curtain of light appeared above, with red, green, and purple colors overflowing as the hues shifted.

This atmospheric luminescence phenomenon, which can only be seen in polar regions, is still unclear in its mechanism of production. However, it is believed to be caused by the influence of solar wind from space on the atmosphere and geomagnetism. Of course, there are no related observation records in the London city area yet, and perhaps this phenomenon has been brought to the fore for some unknown reason.

Someone murmured:

"...A sign of God?"

This marked the beginning of a wave of enthusiastic cheers that swept through the streets of London.

"It's a sign of God!"

"It looks like this year will be pretty good..."

"Whoa, is it just us who saw it, or did the whole world see it...?"

The aurora has had many names throughout history. Native Americans in North America called it "dancing spirits," and in medieval Europe, it was regarded as a sign from the gods.

This wasn't the first time Bawan Shi had gazed upon such a sight; aurora borealis was common in the fairy realm, but this was the first time she had seen it since arriving in London.

The faint aurora in the fairy realm is also the light that shines in the extreme realm, single-handedly maintaining the world's surface and interior, in a world that accepts the refuge of fantasy species.

In the fairy girl's eyes as she gazed at the sky, the majestic aurora borealis covered the boundless horizon. Before everyone's upward gaze, it shone brightly in the infinite colors of this nameless night sky, yet it vanished without a trace amidst the surging and undulating waves.

Looking up at that scene, Bavan Shi felt an inexplicable sadness.

It was a farewell to the passing season, as if recalling the loneliness and sorrow brought about by the gradual loss of certain things.

Even the words I wanted to say were too heavy to utter.

Even so, I at least hope to share this "special" day with the person in my heart.

Bavan Shi had considered this possibility, but Favia hadn't returned yet, so he kept it to himself.

"Quite good looking."

A somewhat bitter scent filled the air in London.

After everything was over, the fairy girl's slightly hurried steps soon turned into a jog as she ran straight toward the cottage where she and Favia lived.

Back home, in the still quiet house, the girl waited quietly alone for her friend.

That's probably a 'friend' you only meet once in a lifetime. There are no other thoughts, just a desire for him to stand by your side and live together.

That's it.

After finishing writing in her diary, Bavan Shi, lying in bed, saw Favia's face in her mind and blushed as she kissed the long dress he had left for her.

Goodnight, Favia.

.......

Bavan Shi on a certain day.

Today I also took my hammer and went to the shipyard to build a ship properly.

Although I was initially nervous and at a loss, and accidentally messed things up, almost screaming and even crying, I managed to hold back this time because Favia used to comfort me when she was around.

In short, with everyone's help... I was still very happy, after all, Paracelsus and Machiri helped me a lot.

But Favia, when are you coming 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—

Can you come back sooner?

...Divider line...

"Have I become so haggard, ruined by wine and women?"

"Starting today, I will abstain from alcohol!"

Having skipped over his own dusty, white life and knowing nothing about the plot, Su Zhou, with his cheat-like abilities, transmigrated to the Dusty Forbidden Zone and became the terrifying sunglasses analyst in the game.

Having grown accustomed to the fact that his characters all had their own lives, he thought that what followed would only be a simple and boring life of a domineering protagonist, but he never expected that his team members would have a different kind of interest in him.

Seeing the packed schedule that filled him up every day, Su Zhou felt a chill in his heart.

He knew that today he would probably have to limp out of the room again.

A very good book, highly recommended. Love comes from the author ( ).

222: The Count of Monte Cristo's Secret (5k)

"grandfather?!"

When Frankenstein uttered those words, it wasn't Favia who reacted the most, but Abigail.

The words of the pink-haired girl who suddenly appeared in front of her really surprised her. To be honest, the girl's brain immediately started to overload.

She tried to analyze in her mind who this Frankenstein's 'grandmother' was, but then she thought about it and felt that her brother couldn't possibly have any descendants. After all, he had been in the dungeon with her for eighteen years, and she was certain that no one had had more contact with him than she had...

Suddenly, Abigail remembered the most likely possibility: the red-haired fairy on the island. But the problem was, hundreds of years had passed since then, unless that creature was already pregnant with her brother's child back then...

Upon realizing this, the blonde girl's pupils contracted, and her hands involuntarily clenched. Her heavy expression was like a dark cloud, and she stared at Frankenstein like a ghost. Instantly, the atmosphere in the dungeon became somewhat cold, to the point that even Frankenstein subconsciously raised one eyebrow, revealing a slight tremor.

"This feels so strange. Is there some kind of spirit in this place where you are, Grandpa? Do you need Fran to help you get rid of it? Fran knows magic, you know."

Upon hearing this, Edmund, in the next cell, snapped out of his reverie about his father. After years of instruction from Fariashfu, he naturally understood what the magic trick was and unconsciously answered in his mind.

Magic is synonymous with mystery; it is the general term for the act of artificially recreating mystery or miracles.

Since the beginning of the Common Era, human history has completely banished mystery, and the darkness of mystery has gradually declined inversely to the spread of the light of science.

No matter how much the magicians try to interfere, they cannot change this destiny itself.

The mysteries of the mythical era have been banished to a distant place, and it would be extremely difficult to make them even exist temporarily in the modern world.

Moreover, the etymology of mystery is the Greek word for 'closed,' meaning to shut down, to hide, or to form a system on its own. In short, mystery itself has meaning.

The secret is the essence of magic; the fewer people who can access it, the more powerful the magic can become.

The Western European world has three major magic associations and many smaller families, but they are basically all organizations that "transform the magical power that fills the body or the outside world of the magician".

Following the foundations controlled by various organizations, the sorcerer sends commands, and the pre-made functions are executed. The electric current necessary to send the commands is magic. Although magic has the impression of being omnipotent, it is basically based on the exchange of equivalents to create mystery, and it cannot turn the impossible into the possible.

Magic can be seen as simply shortening the "process" and making the "means" available only to an individual. Even if magic to the moon were possible, the preparations required would come at a cost equal to or greater than that of actually being able to go to the moon.

"Is it cool to set off fire from your hand? It's just for show. Honestly, wouldn't it be more efficient to just use a lighter to set off fire?"

Although magic that can interfere with others' minds and change the direction of their thinking does not require a material price, the direction of the practitioner's mind will also be forcibly changed. In other words, cursing others also harms oneself.

In addition, Edmund remembered that Faria had mentioned a kind of magic called sorcery, but it was not considered a discipline by the London Society, which considered it too backward. Sorcery was mainly prevalent in the Ottoman Empire and the Middle East.

"The association only looks down on the developers in other regions from the perspective of pioneers. Although it does not use mystery, but magic as a local custom, it is mainly for personal gain at the expense of others. Precisely because it is so pure, sorcery is also one of the primitive ones."

In Edmund's memory, Faria's words were like those of a great teacher, conveying his knowledge at a comfortable pace.

"However, the biggest reason is that when the Ottoman Empire was at its peak, the sorcery organizations within its borders might have threatened their position," he said. "They had relevant experience, so they could carefully plan how to make the other party suffer losses in various ways without ever losing themselves, so that the magic world would see it as such, such behavior."

"In other words, is it a subtle form of suppression?"

“That’s not entirely accurate.” Favia shook her head and tapped the damp wall with her index finger. “After all, sorcery is really chaotic, it’s more like it doesn’t have a systematic approach, and its methods of expression are quite direct. So there might actually be a chance that it can be preserved and not forgotten.”

While the mainstream of spellcasting in the Type-Moon world is in the Middle East, there are many differences, such as Japanese spellcasting and Western spellcasting. Japanese spellcasting is from Japan and can also be called Shinto spellcasting. Simply put, it is a technique that involves signing a contract with "god" to exercise divine power.

By using the remains of the "gods" left over from the decline of the Age of Gods, one can obtain incredible abilities. For example, Nagao Kagetora was inhabited by the power of gods and Buddhas when he was young, and then became the human incarnation of Bishamonten. As for Western magic, it is as one might imagine.

After answering in his mind, Edmund continued to listen to the conversation between the girl named Fran and Favia next door.

"Cough cough, it shouldn't be that, it's probably just the weather."

Favia coughed twice, as if to remind Abigail.

Realizing she shouldn't be like this, the blonde girl took a slow breath and patted her cheeks.

She silently gazed at Favia's profile. Perhaps it was due to the environment of If Castle, but Favia's condition was not as good as it had been initially. Although nothing had changed, there were still some problems in her body, in places that were not visible.

Abigail, who had known him for so many years, knew this perfectly well. She reached out without thinking, but stopped just before touching his cheek.

It was only a few centimeters away, not a very long distance, but she still stopped.

The reason, I suppose, is that she felt such an abrupt movement was a bit inappropriate.

However, seeing Abigail like this, Favia didn't care at all, took her hand that had taken a step back, and placed it on her face.

"I see, I understand now. This place is indeed not good. If Fran stays here for a while, his parts might rot. Grandpa, you must be having a hard time here. Do you need Fran to take you out?"