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"Okay." Walter stood up.

The two girls didn't say anything more, and stood up and silently accepted the arrangement.

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In fact, no matter what, they would unconditionally obey the teacher's words.

But they felt that the teacher seemed a little depressed.

So did they.

"Besides informing relatives, there is no need to be too ostentatious. Now one of you is a poet laureate and the other is a famous singer. If you announce it before leaving, I'm afraid you won't have enough time to deal with the social issues of seeing you off."

Fanning thought for a while and sullenly uttered a string of quick words.

"Okay." Walter looked back at the door and agreed to the teacher's instructions again.

After the three left the hotel restaurant and returned to the villa to pack their luggage, Fanning sat alone in front of the French window, maintaining this posture for a long time.

He stared at the citizens coming and going outside the window for a while, trying to feel the strangeness of the inexplicable emblem but to no avail, and called Joan's name but didn't see the other party respond.

Later, he tried to sort out the confusion of the current situation and the writing method of the sixth movement, but he was confused and had no idea.

He even slept for a while in the middle.

So the time was directly after five o'clock in the afternoon.

He ordered a simple meal, ate a few mouthfuls without any taste, and took a rented carriage to the north port of the city.

The sea breeze was blowing, the whistle was sounding, the ships moored at the pier were clean and beautiful, the curves of the houses behind were elegant and white, and the passionflowers and poinciana flowers planted on the shore showed bright scarlet in the sunlight.

A silver-gray ocean liner scheduled to depart from the North Port of Tia in the United Principality of Fedon in the evening and head for the coastal city of Piodor in the south of Theolian was showing the usual busy scene before checking tickets and untying the moorings to set sail. Waves of sea water beat white foam at the bottom of the giant ship.

There were many people waiting to board the ship at the port, but the order was unusually neat and quiet. Only the bare-chested porters were working hard under the command of several men in sunglasses. In front of the queue, several elderly passengers took off their sun hats and stood on tiptoe to look. On the four rows of boarding ladders there, several slanted and straight heads lined up all the way to the cabin door.

There were seven people Fanning saw off, Walter and his wife, two children and a nephew, and then Luna and Miss Nightingale.

Chretien and Troyes also came to the port to see them off. After the family of the Chamber of Commerce chatted for a few words, Miss Nightingale came to Fanning again.

"Teacher, is it half a year?"

"Maybe soon, maybe longer."

"Then you will also come to the North Continent?" Luna asked

"It's a place I should travel." Fanning nodded.

They talked about a repetitive topic, and Fanning repeated the answer.

The next moment, both sides waved goodbye, and the people from Yuanyang boarded the ship.

The last scene was Ann's pale blue dress disappearing, and Luna followed him into the cabin and turned around to put away her small black umbrella.

In the evening, the sky was full of red clouds. Amid the roar of steam, Fanning watched the steel body of the silver-gray giant ship cut through the sea inch by inch. He always felt that there was some kind of dull, dull and vague emotion that was not well expressed.

He exhaled a long breath.

In fact, the chat just now was not short, and there was a lot of content.

But after continuing to blow the sea breeze on the shore, Fanning felt that there were few conversations worth remembering.

It was a hasty and inexplicable encounter, and a hasty and inexplicable farewell.

"Joan."

"Joan, are you nearby?"

He wanted to talk to the only person who was still around and close to him, but he called twice again but still got no response.

"Mr. Scheele, our carriage can take you back." Chretien stood a little further away out of politeness, and finally spoke after waiting for a long time and seeing that he didn't move.

"No need."

Fanning tightened the guitar wooden box strap on his shoulder, turned around and walked away from the port.

The port and the villa of Fox Lily Field are located in the north and west respectively, spanning half of the city. Even if the carriage takes 50 minutes, Fanning walked directly between the city-states.

Maybe he didn't know what he was in a hurry to go back to.

It took more than four hours to walk and stop.

The first day that the everlasting nectar almost disappeared in the South.

In general, after a quick look, Fanning did not find the direct impact it brought. The city is still warm, fragrant, and has a strong exotic flavor. There are countless possible bright and sweet encounters for people to enjoy.

But Fanning still feels that some things may be changing. It is far-fetched and cannot be confirmed. It is just intuition.

Sometimes, at the junction of rivers, ditches, arch bridges, or in the alleys of the city, he felt that graffiti or street art was increasing, and he had a special liking for red tones. Those lines were abstract, exaggerated, and twisted very hard, undisguisedly venting the emotions behind them.

People in restaurants, bars, or cafes talked enthusiastically about the "Flower Ceremony" and were eager to apply for the part of the ceremony reserved for ordinary citizens to go to the main hall. As the most important annual ceremony in the south, such enthusiasm is normal every year, but many shops promote appetite in their conversations, and guests talk about color and appetite, and deliberately describe their expectations for secret tastes in a mysterious way.

Fanning also smelled the atmosphere of confusion in some underground bars, where young men and women in cool clothes danced and vented under the lights, and the bodies in the boxes and silk curtains were entangled and demanded, and the music and clinking of glasses were mixed with suppressed and happy endless shouting.

It wasn't until a certain moment after leaving the western suburbs that Fan Ning felt that he had entered some invisible curtain. The smell of perfume and the sound of drums in the city faded from his ears and became quiet.

Recalling the stops along the way, he felt that this was a strange change, but he felt that it was a bit rare and strange. Not to mention the passionate and affectionate summer in the South, these occasions and scenes were also found in some places in Tiolion. .

But in short, it would be right for them to leave here early.

Amid the chirping of insects and frogs in the field of fox lilies, he returned to the Tone House villa located in the tail end of the Steinach Mountains.

It was past midnight, and the flower beds on both sides were stained with dehumidified water drops. The old-fashioned dark brown balsamic dal floor was spotless, and the beige lamps in the room still gave off a soft light.

It's just that the lively atmosphere that was originally there is now completely gone.

The Walter family and the two little girls who were traveling across the ocean cleared away all their belongings. It seemed that Walter also dismissed the housekeeper, cook, waiter, coachman, gardener, all servants and cleaners.

The efficiency is quite high, but this is also what Fan Ning himself said.

Now I am the only one in the huge villa.

Fan Ning initially made herself a pot of tea with some interest, put it on the long coffee table in front of the living room, and found some berry snacks in the storage room. She sat down on the tufted sofa and crossed her legs. .

But within ten minutes he stood up and walked to the bathroom.

Not because of boredom.

In fact, Fan Ning's temperament is the type of boy who is most tolerant of loneliness, but there is no need to spend time here alone late at night. The only choice is to wash up and go to bed.

There was no words for a night, and my dreams were sparse and thin.

When the world is clean, the sun rises and the sound of birds is heard.

Since Fan Ning had not rested the night before, he might have slept a little longer now. When he woke up, the sunlight through the window had already made his body hot.

"Wow!" Cold water hit my face.

After washing, Fan Ning lazily walked out of the bathroom wearing pajamas, open chest, and wearing slippers.

He directly opened the back door of the living room and prepared to go downstairs and take a shortcut to Lake Nayiga.

But when he continued to push open the second door leading to the courtyard in the corridor, his whole body was stunned for a moment.

The breeze is blowing, the birds are chirping, and butterflies are flying among the colorful flowers.

Miss Nightingale, who was wearing a light blue dress, was swinging on the swing beside the clear pool.

She softly hummed the melody of the first song of "The Beautiful Mill Girl". When she saw herself standing on the front steps, she smiled happily and raised her hand to say hello:

"Good morning, teacher."

Fan Ning stood for more than ten seconds before taking a step.

After approaching, the girl stopped the swing with her feet and met his eyes.

"Where's Luna?" Fan Ning pretended to be a sheep and asked calmly.

"She was making breakfast in the small restaurant. I just went there and made some rose sauce rice balls and herbal tea." Miss Nightingale raised her head with a smile, "Don't you always feel that the texture made by the chef is not as soft and glutinous as hers... …”

After she finished speaking, she saw that Fan Ning seemed to want to sit down, so she moved her body slightly to make room.

After Fan Ning sat down on the swing, he tore off a petal at first, spread it in his palm and looked at it silently, but after thinking for a long time, the confusion in his eyes became more and more intense, and finally he leaned over and held his head.

"teacher?……"

An looked at him worriedly, not knowing what to do, so she had to carefully put a hand on his back.

After a long time, Fan Ning sat up straight, and his expression seemed to have returned to calm.

"Have you had any dreams worth mentioning lately?" he asked.

"Yes! Just last night!" An said immediately, her expression was relieved, "I dreamed that you arranged for Luna and me to follow Brother Walter to the Northern Continent, and you asked us to leave soon, and the strange thing is that Luna She also said she had a similar dream..."

The flowing light in Fan Ning's eyes froze.

Miss Nightingale pulled a bunch of her black hair with a smile on her lips: "I am so complicated and melancholy. I feel that this is an opportunity to change the trajectory of my life, but I am reluctant to leave so suddenly and so fast. I feel that I should ask the teacher not to leave." I didn’t want to leave either, but I thought how could I not listen to the teacher’s words? …Then, I boarded the ship and left. Fortunately, it was a dream. I felt that I was still troubled and upset when I woke up…”

"Teacher, why do you ask about the dream? Do you know? Luna told you earlier?"

"Which song in "Poet's Love" is your favorite?" Fan Ning stared into her eyes.

"Fifth, "May my soul be intoxicated." Ninth, "The flute is playing and the sound of the piano is melodious." The girl gently fiddled with the swaying flowers with her feet.

Fan Ning nodded slightly, then stood up slowly.

Didn't leave?

These people didn't leave?

Yes, Fan Ning then saw several maids busy walking in the corridor. Among the flowers in the distance, several gardeners' sunhats were floating up and down.

Judging from what Miss Nightingale meant, a chef was preparing breakfast together with Luna.

And the villa he returned to late last night was obviously empty. Now this can only mean...

I thought that the arrangements made in the waking world were just a dream, but in fact no one left.

I did feel groggy and disconnected yesterday.

Could it be that the special feature of the Southern Continent is that it has become a place that cannot be left?

I have never seen such a case in the mystical books, but it really happened to me?

"I will come over when I have breakfast later."

He got up and walked towards the row of guest rooms.

Walter is also a high-ranking knowledgeable person, and the system of the Holy Sun Church may have some means that he does not know. This is a helper who cannot be underestimated besides Joan.

With the faith of this conductor, as long as the sun in the sky does not fall, he does not care about the disappearance of the immortal nectar the night before, but now this matter has involved everyone.

The first sea trip arrangement failed. It stands to reason that it can be tried again now, but Fanning thinks it is better to discuss it first.

Seeing that the door was half open and the curtains were not completely closed, Fanning did not say anything polite and directly pushed open Walter's door.

Then he was stunned for the second time.

The pillows and sheets were brand new, clean, and tidy, and there were no personal belongings in the room. The same was true for the other two bedrooms next door, which were Walter's children and nephews.

"Walter really left again!?"

Five minutes later, in the restaurant.

"Teacher, you must not have rested well." Luna poured herbal tea for Fanning.

"Composing must be more tiring than singing. Teacher didn't sleep all night the night before." An held a handful of rice balls in his hand.

The fact that Fanning has learned so far is that Walter had set off for the Northern Continent with his family at 7 pm yesterday, and dismissed half of the servants. It was his own arrangement.

Then, there was no recommendation letter.

Yes, how could there be a recommendation letter for employment? I can say hello in the dream at any time. It was originally a generally normal and slightly ambiguous thing. This has no meaning except to increase the relevance in the eyes of the Special Patrol Office.

Then, the disappearance of the everlasting nectar is real, Luna's milky white bracelet is real, and the emblem caused by the fox lily bouquet on my arm is real.

In the end, Luna and An did not go.

This is definitely not a good decision.

"If the two girls are right about what happened yesterday, I can't figure out why I didn't let them go with Walter."

Even now, Fanning still wants to send them away.

There must be something interfering.

Walter's family can leave, but Luna and Ann can't?

It's not a question of who knows or who doesn't, not a question of adults or children, and not a question of gender. The situation of Walter's group of five can rule out all the above.

"Could it be..."

"Walter's family was born in the West Continent, and Luna and Ann were born in the South?"

"The current situation in the South Continent is that the locals can't leave?"

This is the most direct and easiest direction to speculate.

But Fanning feels that this is really impossible. If the special thing about the South Continent is that the locals can't leave...is this reasonable? The trade and tourism industry in the industrial age is so developed that even if the "can't leave" is limited to people born in the South, even if only one day has passed, it is enough to cause a sensation among thousands of people.

Thinking carefully, there is another possibility...Fanning's chewing gradually slowed down.

The southern continent may be dangerous, but the situation is not "not allowing people to leave".

The problem lies with me.

My conscious mind felt that it was safest for Luna and Ann to leave, so I made that decision.

But this judgment was wrong.

The subconscious spiritual interference actually made me adjust this decision.

Fanning suddenly put down his knife and fork with a "bang".

"Come on, you guys follow me to the main hall of the church."