I, the final BOSS of the beta test server!

When you are still a newcomer in the organization, you dare to have wild thoughts about the boss. I dare not imagine what you will do when you gain seniority and become a senior executive of the shore guard.

"Forget it, you look so listless and weak, let's talk about something interesting."

Janice seemed to suddenly become interested and changed the subject: "Remember our Captain Last? His whereabouts have always been mysterious. When he occasionally meets us, we only get a glimpse of him wearing a hood, and we can't even see what he looks like clearly."

"I used to think that Captain Last, who was able to surpass the senior vice-captain to become the team leader, must be an old man in his seventies or eighties like the vice-captain, or he must have been disfigured, otherwise he wouldn't be so shameful."

Janice lowered her voice secretly: "But this time, through the long-distance focus of the "Cloud Owl"... I just realized that the captain is so young and so handsome."

"No wonder the captain was asked to personally carry out the so-called 'honey trap'. I thought it was because the captain mastered some kind of sequence ability or supernatural power to seduce others."

"Brother Luster...Captain?"

Gray subconsciously looked at Janice.

Naturally, the other shore guards were unaware of her relationship with Last in Frozen Water Town.

Gray also didn't want them to know, because in her heart, this was a secret and memory she and Last shared, and no third person could interfere.

However, when she heard Janice mention Last's name, she quickly perked up.

"Little Gray, let me show you something good."

Janice smiled mysteriously, "This is a high-definition photo I took after having Yunou focus and adjust it for a long time... It's making me drool. I'm going to take this photo back and keep it for safekeeping."

As she spoke, Janice picked up a blank piece of paper.

The next moment, a clear pattern was slowly outlined on the white paper with the power of Janice's "demonization" ability.

Janice was not bragging. The photo had obviously been carefully focused and proofread, and was clear and distinct.

The background seems to be a bustling street. A young man with black hair and black eyes stands in the morning sun, with an upright figure and a clear and deep profile on his profile.

This is a boy who can make people feel amazed just by seeing him. Just standing on the street, he is a beautiful sight in himself... No wonder Janice said, "I have some good things in my room."

But what really caught Gray's attention was the other side of the photo that was not the focus of the composition.

She was a girl with long ice-blue hair and a cold temperament, which made people think of the three sages snow-capped mountains in the far north.

Her slender figure was hidden in the standard cloak of the shore guard, which was exactly the same as Gray's.

It seemed as if she was afraid that the rushing crowd around them would separate them... Her right hand tightly held Last's left hand.

The two of them drifted in the rushing crowd, but their hands never separated.

And Last's right hand was directly protecting the girl. Although people were coming and going on the street, she was never touched by the crowd.

Gray froze as she looked at the picture of the young man protecting the girl without hesitation.

stab-

The parchment was suddenly torn by the pen in Gray's hand.

Defensive!

This was my first time going out on a mission as a shore guard...

This is my first time being with Brother Rust, and I have the opportunity to help him...

The combination of the two joys should result in a time that is like a dream.

but why……

Why did it turn out like this!

Chapter 112: That’s too much! I was here first (5k)

The sky darkened, and the blood-red sunset glow came from the western dome, spreading across the entire street.

On the deserted streets, the flow of people gradually became sparse, and there was no longer the crowds as during the day.

Although the rudiments of electricity already existed in this era, technological development had almost stagnated since the catastrophe, and nighttime lighting was still not convenient. Naturally, it was impossible to achieve the grand spectacle of bright lights all night long like modern cities, making it like a city that never sleeps.

Until this moment, the city had a more real sense of being... "the underworld".

Helen was walking on the street, holding a string of meatballs in her left hand and a bag of pancakes in her right hand, eating them in small bites. Behind her, Rast was holding the grilled fish that she had not finished eating.

"How is it? Does the food from the street stall taste good?"

Luster asked.

The next moment, he saw a line of elegant ice-blue handwriting on his collar: "The meatballs are a little mushy, but the pancakes taste okay."

Because there were fewer people around, the risk of being noticed by others was greatly reduced, and the way Helen and Last communicated became much more casual.

Last's collar, cuffs, palms, trouser legs... all became places for Helen to write.

There was even one time before when Last noticed that Helen had quietly drawn a little turtle on the back of her hand. Only after realizing that Last had discovered it did she hurriedly wipe it off.

"Anyway, they're all delicious."

On the collar, the beautiful ice-blue handwriting paused.

"It tastes better than the ones in the palace, OvO."

"I didn't expect His Majesty to speak so highly of them. It's an honor for them."

Last smiled and said, "But if that happens, the royal chefs in the palace will probably be heartbroken..."

"I've painstakingly crafted these dishes for decades, using top-notch cooking techniques and ingredients... but in His Majesty's eyes, they're not as good as those from street vendors."

Helen shook her head slightly: "I'm tired of eating those."

She ate the last meatball on the skewer and looked at the empty skewer. A hint of unsatisfied taste flashed in her dark purple eyes. "These are things I've never eaten before."

"The taste is very novel and special QwQ."

After this period of time together, and with Laster's tireless and patient communication, Helen's written communication skills have improved a lot.

She is no longer like at the beginning, only able to utter a few extremely simple words and phrases, leaving others to fill in the blanks and half-guess her true thoughts... but now she can communicate like a normal person and utter complete sentences.

Under Last's instruction, Helen even learned to use emoticons and emojis, but she was not proficient in them yet, and her use of them often caused a sense of disarray and disarray.

She carefully picked up the empty wooden stick and held it solemnly in her palm, along with the other wooden sticks and empty packaging.

When in the palace, Helen always threw away the food after eating. Anyway, there would be Rast or other maids to clean up everything.

But during this trip, Last told her that as a member of the royal city, they need to keep their garbage safe after going out, and throwing it away at will is irresponsible to the city's environment and hygiene.

So Helen was very careful throughout the whole day and collected all the empty packaging left over from her meals, preparing to take them back to the palace for centralized processing.

"But why..."

Helen finished her meatballs and took a bite of the pancake in her right hand. A hint of confusion flashed in her dark purple eyes.

"That pancake vendor ruined five batches of ingredients before he finally managed to make one."

She tilted her head, a strand of ice-blue hair falling from her forehead. "Is that boss sick? He's going to lose money running a business like this, right? (╯°口°)╯"

"Maybe. Besides being sick, it could also be that he's been cuckolded."

Luster nodded, ignoring the irrelevant emoji at the end. "But you never know. Maybe the pancake vendor is actually a plainclothes police officer on a special mission, and the pancake vendor's identity is just a disguise?"

"So that's it."

"That pancake maker is amazing Σ(°△°|||)"

A hint of surprise flashed in Helen's eyes, and she looked at the pancake in her hand carefully.

After discovering that the other party no longer worried about this issue, Last also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The owners of these roadside stalls are all temporary employees, and it would be a miracle if they could be skilled.

Otherwise, why is it that every time when Helen and Last get hungry while shopping, there will always be a snack stall with no need to queue that appears at the right time?

But making pancakes is such a simple job...to be able to do it five times in a row is truly an amazing person, which makes Last doubt how the other party passed the shore guard assessment in the first place.

……

The sun set slowly, and the boundless darkness gradually rose, covering the scorching sky.

They walked on the street dyed red by the setting sun, and their slanted shadows stretched infinitely in the setting sun.

"We've been to the circus, the opera house, the adventurer's tavern, the detective agency... We've already been to all of them. Next up is the divination club, right?"

Laster thought back to the first half of "Silver Wing Chronicles", the journey of the hero and heroine who took over the journey to travel around the continent together.

The mermaid island in the deep sea, the sky island floating in the sky, the Lilliputian country, the candy city where all the buildings are made of chocolate... these are places that only exist in fairy tales and fantasies, and of course they can't really visit them.

Even if the shore guard team possessed special powers, it would be impossible for them to build a floating island out of thin air.

But apart from these, Last and Helen visited all other places that exist in reality today, although most of them were just grunt versions rushed out by the members of the Shore Watch team.

And now, the only place left is the Fortune Telling Club.

He had previously secretly passed on these locations in the Silver Wing Chronicles, where Her Majesty the Queen might want to go, to his fellow Shore Watchers through code. However, Rast wasn't sure if his Shore Watchers would have enough time to complete the work...

He could see that his teammates were already exhausted and had exposed their flaws in many places before. It was only thanks to Last's timely smoothing over that they were able to resolve the situation.

Now that it was getting late, it might be a good idea to suggest returning to the palace.

Thinking of this...Last noticed that the girl beside him suddenly stopped again.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the "Astrologer" sign hanging not far away.

"The shop is closing soon."

"However, since you are the last guest, I will give you a free divination."

"Those who wish to have their fortunes read please enter... The rest of you can wait outside."

A clear female voice came from the shadows behind the curtains, which was quite pleasant to the ear.

But in Rast's ears, this voice seemed so familiar——

Gray?

According to Shadow Servant, didn't he ask Gray to stay at the command center in the rear and be on standby?

So, was there a sudden change of plans, or did Grey take the initiative to propose coming?

However, fortune teller, senior level of the "Destiny" sequence... this is indeed Gray's job.

Although Gray's rank is insignificant compared to Helen, the Queen of the Underworld at this moment.

However, the so-called "fate" is inherently mysterious, and it is difficult to infer the long sequence using common sense.

Long before Grey truly became a transcendent, the power of destiny she activated in her subconscious... was able to trap a pollutant from the evil god Zhu Yue forever in the intertwined space and time.

If it weren't for the arrival of Rast and Hiltina, who broke the endless cycle of Frozen Water Town, even ordinary third or fourth level transcendents who entered it would likely be lost forever.

This is the terrifying thing about the unique sequence of "fate".

If Gray's timing, condition, and inspiration were all good enough... then she might not have the opportunity to foresee the sixth level, or even the legendary fate, in her current state.

As his thoughts raced, Rast felt a soft little hand tugging at his right hand.

He looked up and saw Helen looking at him with anticipation and eagerness.

Come to think of it, the Fortune Telling Club is also a very important place in "Silver Wing Chronicles".

Luster nodded.

The next moment, the queen with long ice-blue hair took brisk steps and opened the curtain impatiently.

Then, walked into it.

……

The interior of the divination hut is very simple, with only a wooden table.

There was a crystal ball on the long table, and behind the table sat a girl with her face covered by a hood.

The walls of the shop are made of wooden boards spliced ​​together with rivets. An experienced craftsman can tell at a glance that this is a temporary structure.

But Helen obviously has no experience in this area -

So she just walked into the cabin with light steps, and then sat down opposite the wooden table with the crystal ball according to the description of divination in "Silver Wing Chronicle", and placed her hands obediently and quietly on her knees.

"Sir, may I ask what kind of divination you would like to have done?"

A faint female voice came from behind the crystal ball. The voice was still a little childish and did not sound very old.

Helen tilted her head and thought for a while, then picked up a pencil and started writing in her notebook... She didn't want to accidentally reveal her identity and ruin this divination she had been looking forward to for a long time.

After a moment, she held up her notebook and asked, "Can you tell me what my favorite color is?"