Collapse of Iron: Start with the steel of your heart and enter the battlefield!

"I... let it go..."

In the end, Brother Zhou Tian still didn't have the courage to recognize the robin.

"A farewell doesn't necessarily have to be known to both parties," Brother Zhou Tian said to Qin Ming.

"It's up to you." Qin Ming shrugged.

"But don't make Xiaoniao sad, otherwise I will send you to the company to play for a few days," Qin Ming patted Zhou Ri's shoulder and instructed.

"Because of your matter, I finally managed to cheer her up."

"I know this better than you." When this Sunday was mentioned, she looked at Qin Ming with dead eyes, but she was helpless.

Farewell is a strange existence - no matter how much experience you have, you still can't get used to it. But there is no need to get used to it. It is precisely because of the existence of separation that people long for reunion.

Say goodbye to your sister, slowly and with great care...

……

When the robin walked from the front stage to the backstage, Sunday transformed into another appearance and came to the border of dream building, where the robin was looking at something in the distance.

As night falls, the border of dreams is shrouded in a dreamy halo, hazy and quiet.

Sunday, oh no, now our Ms. Vanwick was strolling leisurely, but unexpectedly, she met the famous Ms. Robin at the corner.

This almost made Qin Ming, who was watching his wife and brother-in-law, laugh to death.

He quickly took a picture of this Sunday.

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law! I can keep this secret from you for the rest of my life!"

And March Seven and Star, who like to watch the fun and make trouble, are right next to them.

"Uh, Xing, don't you think Qin Ming is on par with the Joy Order Envoy?" March Seven complained.

"Ah? Hasn't he always been like this?" Xing scratched his head.

"..."

"I didn't expect to see you here, Ms. Robin…."

Sunday acted surprised and delighted, with surprise in his eyes, and it didn't seem like he was acting.

Hearing the voice, the robin turned around, a gentle smile on his face, and responded politely: "Hello, ma'am. What's your name?"

"My name is... Vanwick, and I'm a member of the Night Thrush family." Sunday bowed slightly and introduced himself.

"So you are a dream builder. Thanks to your hard work, the dream can recover from the crisis." The robin's eyes showed sincere gratitude.

Sunday waved his hand and said modestly, "Ms. Mockingbird is the one. She must be very busy lately. Why would she come to Dream Frontier?"

The robin looked up at the night sky and sighed softly, "I'm taking a break from my busy schedule and want to find a quiet place to relax, preferably one where I can see the stars. And so I ended up here. It's just a starry sky in my dreams, though."

"On this point, perhaps there is no difference between dreams and reality. We look up at the night sky, but the stars are not there. Every beam of light we see is how they looked long ago. When have we ever seen the real starry sky?" Sunday was full of emotion, with a hint of philosophy in his tone.

The robin was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Miss Vanwick speaks very philosophically, like someone I know. Do you work around here?"

"No, no. Today is my day off and there's a performance later, so I came here early to get a good seat." Sunday explained enthusiastically.

"Performance? Here?" asked the robin curiously.

"Far away, it's said to be a curtain call play, more suitable for listening from a distance than watching it live."

There was a glint of anticipation in Sunday's eyes.

"I see, the observation deck is a good choice. From here, you can see the whole of Pinocchio. Distance makes some things more beautiful." The robin suggested, looking at the brightly lit Pinocchio in the distance.

Sunday was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "Ms. Mockingbird, after the show, can I stay and watch the stars with you?"

"Of course. You're too polite. I should be the one making the request. This is the Dreaming Frontier, and the dreamer is its master."

The robin agreed enthusiastically, his laughter clear and sweet.

The two stood side by side, looking up at the starry sky.

Sunday frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "Having said that, there's something strange about these stars. None of them are familiar. It's unsettling."

"What makes you uneasy? Is it the height of the sky, or the unknown?" the robin asked with concern, his eyes falling on Sunday's face.

"Maybe it's both. Although the core disaster did not cause any actual impact, many guests still chose to check out, and the hotel became much quieter. I wonder what will happen to Pinocchio tomorrow. I hope it won't affect Ms. Mockingbird's life." Although Sunday's expression did not change, his tone was full of worry about the future.

The robin shook his head gently and smiled. "Thank you, I'm fine. By some strange coincidence, I've seen a lot of the past and figured out a lot about the future during this disaster. My only regret is that there are some things I didn't get to say."

"Did the person you were talking to leave?" Sunday asked cautiously.

The robin nodded slightly, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes: "Well, he left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to say goodbye."

"Sincerity doesn't need too much embellishment. Maybe your feelings have been conveyed." Sunday comforted.

"But if you want to encourage someone, you still have to put in more effort, right?" the robin thought thoughtfully.

"Excuse me, who is the person you want to encourage?" Sunday asked curiously.

"It's a person who has just experienced failure and is about to embark on a long journey." The robin looked at the starry sky and seemed to see the figure of that person.

"There are many people like this in Pinocchio. For dream chasers, failure is like the setting sun, coming every day. I believe that with their perseverance, all they need is a smile from Ms. Mockingbird to start over."

Sunday said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

He felt very lost because he felt a little guilty about his self-harm.

The robin shook his head and said seriously, "But that man is different. He is much stronger than ordinary people. People have an illusion that even if he falls, he will stand up faster than others."

"Are you trying to say that this isn't the case?" Sunday looked at the robin doubtfully.

"He won't. Before he stands up... he will hesitate whether this is right and worry about it for a long time..." There was a hint of heartache in the robin's tone.

Sunday was silent for a long time, then slowly said, "For people like this, perhaps failure is a good thing. Self-reflection is a valuable quality."

"That may be true, but I still hope that person won't change." The robin's eyes were firm and persistent.

"Why?" Sunday became more and more curious, his eyes full of inquiry.

Mockingbird's eyes gradually softened as he lost himself in reminiscence. "Because I believe in the person I remember. He may have used the wrong means in that failure, but I don't think his original intention was wrong."

"We once stood at the same starting point, and now it's his turn to fly to the stars. I believe he can find the right path, even if he is alone. We don't have to fly to the sky together. Because reunion will come, high in the clouds."

Sunday listened quietly and nodded slightly: "I hope so."

The robin did not despise his brother, nor was he affected by his affairs. Perhaps, the robin is a free bird, not a caged bird.

"Little bird! It's time for us to go!" Qin Ming appeared at this time and ended the conversation.

Qin Ming could see that if the two continued talking, Robin would definitely recognize Sunday.

"It's been a pleasure talking to you, Ms. Vanwick. See you next time!"

The robin bowed slightly to Sunday, then trotted towards Qin Ming, and then happily threw himself into Qin Ming's arms.

When I saw this scene on Sunday, I felt inexplicably happy and a smile appeared on my face.

This is the sincere joy for the robin to find his true love.

"Mockingbird, you must be happy..."

……

Only by falling to the ground can one learn how to fly, and if a person wants to leave the stage, he must stand on the stage again.

……

Sunday at the Pinocchio Theatre in Vanwick, completing the final step of this farewell.

Qin Ming, who came from Mockingbird, also arrived.

The dim lights flickered on the walls of the ancient theater, casting mottled shadows.

Sunday's figure was hidden in the shadows. 1.4 was immersed in the memories of the past when he was interrupted by a steady and powerful sound of footsteps. He turned around and saw Qin Ming standing behind him.

"Even if you can hide your face, it is still too bold to trespass into the family's restricted area." Qin Ming's voice echoed in the empty theater with a bit of majesty.

Sunday came back to his senses, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said calmly: "Don't worry, it won't take too long. The first time I came to this theater, I was still an ignorant child."

He paused slightly, the light in his eyes dimming slightly. "But many years later, when I became the head of the Oak family and came here again, I realized that the light was actually the core of a star."

At this moment, Vanwick's voice suddenly rang out: "Oh, I really hate this face. It seems that the expression is not lively at all."

Qin Ming turned his gaze towards Wanwek, already knowing the answer in his mind: "This is why your appearance is always somewhat subtle. Since we met again, the celestial ring that symbolizes harmony has never appeared above your head."

Sunday nodded slightly, his expression calm. "It is true that the ring is a gift from heaven to the species, but it is not indestructible."

"Interesting," Qin Ming raised his lips slightly.

Chapter 135: Next Stop: Omphalos! An Invitation from an Older Magical Girl!

"I'm a fugitive now, so naturally I must sever all possibility of my family's detection." A glint of determination flashed in Sunday's eyes. "Also, I want to experience the pain of falling to the ground with broken wings. That will keep me awake. Only then can I abandon the blessings of harmony and order and, for the first time in my life, step into this beautiful dream as a mortal."

Qin Ming looked at Wanwek: "So Wanwek was born because of this?"

Wanwek snorted, his face full of helplessness: "Huh, you might not believe it if he tells you."

"I didn't expect that after having an older brother-in-law, I would also have a younger brother-in-law." Qin Ming squatted down and looked at the short Pipisi man.

Wanwek curled his lips and said, "Then you are really unlucky. Having so many relatives is really annoying."

Sunday's expression straightened, and he said seriously, "This is my final farewell. I want to tune myself and make myself whole again. This also means that Vanvik will disappear completely, so I said this is the last stop."

Vanwick raised an eyebrow and asked half-jokingly, "Is there a possibility that you will disappear?"

Sunday shook his head. "No way. We've already reached a consensus. But things are unpredictable. Who can guarantee that there won't be any changes? Perhaps deep down, I was hoping for a different outcome."

Qin Ming nodded slightly: "No matter what the result is, someone will witness it for you. I'll wait for you in the audience." After that, he turned around and slowly left.

"If you can't bear it anymore, call me brother-in-law again, and maybe I will help you!"

Zhou Ri looked at the direction Qin Ming left and said softly, "Then you wait."

Vanwick frowned and asked, "What if you can't do it?"

A trace of desolation flashed across Sunday's eyes: "There's nothing I can do about it. It only means that I'm the same as before... I'm just someone who only disappoints my sister."

The lights on the stage gradually lit up, enveloping the figures of Sunday and Vanwick.

A melody about self and destiny is about to begin at this moment...

……

Finally, Sunday was still Sunday, and I walked out of the theater in one piece.

Qin Ming has already made an appointment for Sunday to take the Starry Sky Train, so he will follow the Starry Sky Train for the time being.

At the edge of Pinot Grigio, a gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it a hint of farewell.

Walter stood opposite Sunday, and the air around them seemed to freeze, filled with a complex and subtle atmosphere.

Walter was the first to break the silence, his voice calm and gentle: "Now, what should I call you? Mr. Sunday, or Mr. Vanwick?"

Qin Ming told Walter about Sunday's events in advance.

Sunday's eyes flashed with helplessness: "Just as you wish. Maybe he is mocking me in his heart."

He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Thank you for accepting me, Mr. Walter. This farewell journey ends here."

Walter nodded slightly and said, "You should be glad that Qin Ming recommended you. This made us feel at ease."

Zhou Ri looked at Qin Ming with gratitude again. This was not the first time he had helped him.

"At this point, there's no need to hide anything from you. I believe there's something else going on with the Pinoconi core."

"You mean, the person who controls the star core is not the Dream Master?" Walter frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Don't worry. The Oak family is indeed the mastermind behind the usurpation of the star core and the resurrection of the dead star god under the guise of the Harmonious Music Ceremony. Qin Ming has already defeated the mastermind behind this."

Sunday hurriedly explained, "But Mr. Gopher once told me that everything Order is doing now is to prevent a repeat of Harmony's mistakes... I think the family in the Montor system must be involved."

He sighed softly, a flicker of regret in his eyes. "Unfortunately, hundreds of years have passed, and there's no way to verify this matter. Pinoconi is only a small territory, after all. The family heads, as administrators, have no right to set foot in the Holy Land of Harmony and inquire about the Lord's true intentions. Even in the worst case scenario, if Xi Pei allows this to happen, how can we talk about using the strong to support the weak? I only want to tell you one thing: Harmony has more than one face. It can be the Star Train's strongest ally or its most formidable enemy."

Shippe's various positions were exposed on Sunday.

That means having no stance.

Like the pharmacist, he belongs to the chaotic order.

Qin Ming and Walter listened carefully, and Qin Ming felt that most of the Star Gods had some serious illnesses.

You just need to have the same power as them, but not be as extreme as them.