Farewell

The Northern Continent are far apart; if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have had to leave in such a hurry yesterday and return in such a rush today...

Moreover, it was for something she knew nothing about... Thinking this, she pursed her lips slightly, and a feeling of joy and excitement welled up inside her.

Southern Continent.

101 Bairang Avenue, Alese City

It was dusk, and the sky was filled with brilliant fiery clouds. The dim sunlight pierced through the layers of obstruction, casting a golden veil over everything.

In the courtyard of a detached Villa, a five- or six-year-old boy is happily kicking a black and white ball, accompanied by two hunting dogs.

He has obvious mixed-race features: slightly curly brown hair, light blue eyes, and a skin tone that is somewhere between the local natives and the Loen people—neither fair nor dark.

"Hey!"

The boy took a powerful shot, and the ball flew over the goal and out of the yard.

He glanced at the tightly closed gate, a look of frustration flashing in his blue eyes, and approached the crisscrossing white fence of the courtyard with his hunting dog by his side, hoping to encounter a kind person.

The boy's eyes lit up, and he waved vigorously at a man and a woman not far away:

"Sister! Sister!"

"Could you help me throw the ball back?"

He spoke fluent Loenese, revealing the adorable smile typical of children his age, his pale blue eyes blinking as he looked at the lady in the long dress.

"How about we take his ball away?" Lorry suggested, "That would definitely make the little guy cry."

Fors glared at him irritably, said nothing, and then looked back at the boy who was staring at her expectantly.

Immediately, her gaze swept past the boy and looked at the Villa behind him. After thinking for two seconds, she took a few steps forward and picked up the ball.

She carried the ball to the fence of the Villa's yard and handed it to the boy.

"Thank you, sister!" the boy said obediently.

Only then did he notice something else, and seeing that the kind woman outside had hair of the same color as his, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:

"Our hair color is the same, and our eye color is very similar too."

"Sister, you are so beautiful."

"More beautiful than anyone I've ever seen."

Lorry, who followed with a black Handbag, clicked his tongue and said, "Impressive. With that mouth of his, who knows how many girls he'll attract in the future."

"What nonsense are you talking about..." Fors turned her head and glared at him.

Lorry put down his Handbag, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, Fors finally gave a snort and looked at the boy again.

The boy strained to look up at Lorry, who was much taller than him, blinked, and said in a clear, crisp voice:

"My brother is very handsome too."

"Pfft!" Fors couldn't help but laugh out loud, crouching down to bring her line of sight to her half-brother inside, and said gently:

You can't use "pretty" to describe a man, you can say "handsome."

The boy readily changed his tune:

"My brother is also very handsome."

After speaking, he looked at Fors again:

"Sister, you're not locals, are you here for tourism?"

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Fors hummed in agreement and smiled, saying:

I guess so.

The boy chuckled, seemingly pleased with himself for guessing correctly, and kindly reminded them, "Then you absolutely mustn't be tricked into going to the casino."

"They'll gang up on you tourists from out of town."

"Don't worry, we won't go to a place like that," Fors laughed. "Actually, we're Trick; we're here for work."

"Trick?"

The boy blinked twice, his eyes sparkling, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Want to see Trick?" Fors asked with a smile.

The boy nodded vigorously while saying "Mmm".

Fors thought for a moment, then held out his right hand to show him, before clenching his fist with the back of his hand facing up. "There's nothing inside, right?"

"Yes!" the boy nodded.

He had just looked at it carefully, so he was very confident in his answer.

"Really?" Fors smiled and flipped her palm over, then suddenly opened it under the boy's staring gaze, revealing a local specialty fruit-flavored milk candy.

Then, she handed the candy over the fence.

"Wow!

You really can do Trick!

The boy exclaimed in surprise, tore open the candy wrapper without hesitation, and popped it into his mouth. A look of satisfaction appeared on his face the moment the milky and fruity sweetness burst forth.

He's teething, and he usually has to beg a lot to get a single tooth.

"Sister, I want to see more..." He mumbled indistinctly, whether out of embarrassment or because he had something in his mouth.

"You want to see more?" Fors gave a "I'll think about it" look, and under the other person's watery gaze, she shook her right palm a few more times:

"There's nothing inside, right?"

Inside the Villa.

Hearing his son shouting intermittently outside the yard, Falken Wall, who was hesitating about whether to lower the price to sell the plantation, frowned deeply.

He couldn't help but walk outside to see what was going on.

As Falken reached the steps in front of the door, he saw his son carrying the ball back, seemingly chewing something in his mouth.

What did you eat?

The boy swallowed hard. "The candy was from the pretty lady who helped me retrieve the ball. She can Trick; she can produce as much as I want."

Retrieving a ball? Trick? What kind of nonsense is this! Falken frowned and said, "Didn't I tell you not to eat anything given to you by strangers?"

Where is that person?

"They're already gone." The boy smacked his lips and glanced back.

Falken subconsciously followed his son's gaze and saw two figures, a man and a woman, from behind. The man had loose black hair, while the woman had Brown Curly Hair.

Brown Curly Hair?

He jolted, remembering the strange dream he'd had earlier. In the dream, the young Police claimed to be investigating a case, but instead asked a bunch of questions that had nothing to do with it.

The young Police's back view was almost identical to the former's!

Fors? Fors!

After a brief moment of astonishment, Falken jumped down the steps and ran towards the gate, chasing after the two figures he had seen.

"Wait a moment!"

He chased after them, calling out as he went, only to find that although the two people ahead seemed to be walking slowly, the distance between them was getting farther and farther until they disappeared around the street corner.

Falken, panting, reached the intersection, anxiously turning his head to look around, trying to find the two people from before in the crowd.

Where are they?

He looked around blankly, standing there for a long time, at a loss for what to do.

Just then, Falken heard the voice of the young Police he found so annoying. "Go back and start your new life."

Even without you, someone will take good care of her.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the surrounding pedestrians, shops, carriages and everything else suddenly shatter, as if countless pieces of glass had been broken at the same time. Just as he was filled with panic, thinking that he would be next, he found himself still standing safely on the steps of his own Luxury Villa.

He saw his son's hand, which was behind his back, dragging a black Handbag diagonally. The zipper, which had been rubbed open, revealed the image of the "Nation-Builder".

He followed his son's gaze again and saw a man and a woman holding hands, raising their arms high and shaking them vigorously, as if they were waving.

He knew this meant farewell, and he also knew that he had lost the right to interfere in his daughter's life as a father.

But for some reason, my vision went black again, and I felt a hard, solid fist.