Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 722 Encountering Forsi by chance

The carriage slowly drove along the dirt road, and whispers of memories came from inside the carriage.

“Sometimes I want to travel, but I don’t have enough time. I can only take a car back and forth during a day or two. It’s really tiring. In the end, I choose to stay in the dormitory and order takeout every time I have a holiday. , and then lie on the soft bed and sleep from morning to night, occasionally watching TV series..."

“I once thought about quitting my job and running away, but I felt that I was too unwilling to give up, and I didn’t want my family to laugh at me, so I gritted my teeth and persisted for a year. In fact, after the Chinese New Year, I planned to resign, but I haven’t yet. It’s too late…”

"Sometimes I feel that what I have been studying for so many years is of no use. When I come to work, the ideal and reality are too separated and too painful. Is life meant to experience all kinds of pain?"

"When I came to this world, I was really hesitant and scared at first, but I also felt a sense of relief. I was even secretly happy about it in my heart. People always have a dream that if they could come back to it again, or some major changes would suddenly occur and change themselves. The idea of ​​a lifetime trajectory…”

The rambling words are not so much talking as talking to oneself, "I seem to have talked too much. I'm really sorry, Mr. Claude."

After saying that, she laughed again, "I have been in this world for a few years, and even the way I speak has a translator accent."

"arrive."

Outside the carriage, Claude had already seen the village appearing in front of him.

She asked Claude if he felt the same way, and the answer was no.

Just by looking at the village called Coleshe from a distance, he could tell that there was an unusual flow of destiny there.

"Let's go. Solve the problem early and leave early."

"Weird thing? Does it count that there are a lot of outsiders here?" The young man shook his head, thought for a while and smiled: "Our village is holding Lent recently, and there are spring elves on a blessing parade, which is very lively."

It should be Him.

Arriving at the entrance of Coleshe Village Passbook, the horse neighed loudly and bumped up and down. Not wanting to continue moving forward, Claude got out of the carriage, calmed the horse, and waited for Miss Frenck to come down. The child was tied to a nearby big tree.

dong dong dong.

"I am happy to serve you, but I need to serve our flock of sheep first." The young man showed an apologetic expression, and then pointed out the place for Claude and the two to stay at night.

"You, strangers? Are you here looking for someone?"

It's said to be a hotel, but it's actually an old tavern, and it's the only place in this small village where foreigners can stay.

"Looking for a friend, can you guide us to a hotel where we can stay tonight?" Miss Frenk asked politely.

"Has anything strange happened here recently?" Before leaving, Miss Frenk asked specifically.

When Claude opened two rooms and went upstairs, the young man muttered: "There are too many foreigners recently. I really don't know why they come from the city to a place like this to join in the fun."

The ring of fate?

As soon as she stepped in, she felt a cold wind blowing through her soul, making her whole body tremble.

Miss Frank followed Claude into the village with a solemn expression.

Not long after Claude and Miss Frenk entered the village, there was an ordinary-looking young man who was 1.7 meters tall, with brown hair and brown eyes, and looked at them curiously while driving sheep.

"Well, I hope nothing happens to her."

Claude had just made his bed and quilts, and when he put his coat on the hanger, there was a knock on the door, and it was Miss Frank.

After a brief conversation, Claude and the two bid farewell to the young man and headed to the hotel he specified. On the way, they also met many villagers. They only occasionally cast curious glances, and there was no other abnormality.

The fate that originally flowed forward normally was restrained in a small village, forming a small cycle. Without external help, it would be difficult for people living inside to break the cycle of fate on their own.

After opening the door, Miss Frenk closed the door and lowered her voice: "I just saw a very strange lady. She is also a guest of this old tavern like us. I just had a brief conversation with her. She seemed to You can see through my origins and tell me to be careful not to get involved in unnecessary trouble."

"Mysterious villages and mysterious events will naturally attract mysterious people. This is a phenomenon of attraction and aggregation." Claude paused and said, "Her advice is a kind reminder."

"I think so too." Miss Frank nodded. "The more this happens, the more worried I am about Miss Muggle's situation." "She is still alive and nothing happened to her."

"Is this also a form of divination?"

"It's always easy for fortune tellers to receive a little bit of revelation from fate in advance."

“It’s such an amazing path.”

Miss Frenck chatted for a few more words and then returned to her room.

Claude closed the door again and took out a small hand-cranked coffee grinder from the suitcase. This was a new product from Intis.

It allows travelers who are away from home to taste the taste of coffee belonging to their hometown at all times. It is small in size and can be disassembled and assembled easily.

The concept of disassembly and assembly is currently very popular here in Intis, especially in the capital Trier. There are many new products such as folding bicycles, lazy travel sofas, simple camping tents, etc. that can improve daily life.

boom! boom!
The uninvited heavy rain made the night fall earlier. Even if the windows were closed, cold wind would still come in through the not-so-tight openings, causing the candlelight to sway gently.

Claude sat at the table, tasting the coffee he ground by hand, adding the milk and sugar provided by the tavern, and flipping through the newspaper of the small village a few months ago.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door again, and Claude put down the newspaper and opened the door. This time the person who came was not Miss Frenck, but the foreigner lady she mentioned.

She was wearing a ruffled goose yellow dress with a stand-up collar and a light-colored lady's frilly hat. She had a delicate face and an elegant and mature temperament.

Claude smiled and said: "Although I have a certain degree of confidence in my charm, I have never imagined such an affair."

"Do men in Intis always like to talk about things between men and women?"

"Besides fighting, our favorite thing is to communicate with beautiful people of the opposite sex, especially when we have trouble falling asleep at night." Claude said, inviting the lady to come in, and then closed the door.

"On this point, you really need to learn from the nobles of Loen. Their superficial skills are better than yours, and it's not easy to scare away the opposite sex at once."

"Hypocritical behavior is what we hate the most, and sincere and frank words and deeds are the sun in our hearts."

The lady glanced at the room, raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Sir, your words and deeds are consistent, can you tell me your true origins?"

"You come directly to the door to ask, instead of observing in secret. Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?"

"Flowers that walk in the night are always thorny and will make everyone who wants to touch her pay the price of blood."

Claude looked her up and down, shook his head and said, "Your temperament is not suitable for saying such things."

The lady's eyes changed slightly, and she looked at Claude more seriously. Before she could speak, Claude explained clearly the whole reason why she came to this village.

"You still haven't answered your true identity."

"This beautiful lady, you haven't introduced your identity frankly since you walked in."

"I'm from the Tarot Society."

"What a coincidence." Claude said with a surprised look on his face: "I come from the Curly Baboon Research Association."

"..."

Forsi always felt that the other person was making fun of him. He seemed to know him and was very familiar with his character.

She also felt that the other party felt familiar and friendly, so she chose such a direct method of contact.

(End of this chapter)