The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"First, you need to have a strong enough spiritual realm to prevent your will from being destroyed by the whispers from the starry sky. The stars symbolize the gazes from countless worlds, which will inspire your desire for the power of containment and bring you closer to the edge of collapse..."

"Second, the essence of [Star Flame] is 'Nirvana after destruction'. When you ascend, you have to destroy your body and let the starlight and divinity permeate your inner and outer parts at the same time... If you are not strong enough, you will die directly at this stage..."

"And the third point, the third is the most important point..."

I coughed lightly, then rubbed my throat and looked seriously at every child in the venue.

Most of them showed nervous expressions, as if they were frightened by the two points I mentioned earlier:

"Third, you need your own 'anchor'."

As soon as these words came out, the children's previously nervous faces were immediately filled with confusion - this was normal, because this "most important point" seemed far less scary than the previous two points.

I gave them some time to think, then slowly added:

“Anchor is not a specific, defined concept, but rather a kind of obsession.”

“Reuniting with someone, achieving a goal, or an unfulfilled ideal can all be a form of anchor.”

"The essence of an anchor is the idea in your mind. It can be something you desire very much, or it can be a goal you try your best to achieve. Of course..."

"...or someone you love."

Looking at the children's confused and doubtful eyes, I smiled and said softly:

"It sounds mysterious, doesn't it? In fact, even without this anchor, there have been examples of successful nirvana. But most of them are lunatics, the kind of beings who want to ascend even if they abandon life. Isn't 'madness' their anchor?"

"I don't plan to teach you too much today. After all, you are all little geniuses who have reached the [First Fire] level. Your only goal is to be promoted to [Star Flame]. It is natural for you to master many skills and knowledge..."

"What I want to say is, live your life hard, kids. While fulfilling your responsibilities, find what you love and who you love, and don't let the cold stars become the only starlight in your life."

These words actually contain some personal emotions and selfish motives, but they are also my most sincere hope.

To be honest, I don't like the fact that Hafgard scholars divide us into four stages... These four stages are like cold levels that divide all people, and then tell those children with dreams: You need to reach this stage to realize your dreams.

Dreams never have steps and cannot be divided by anything.

Life should not be divided by cold classes.

What I think in my heart is that when these children can find people or things that they are willing to maintain for the rest of their lives, they will not be obsessed with climbing this cold ladder to heaven.

Although this is the fate of being born into the Hafurgard tribe, I also hope that they can explore different borders.

"..."

After introducing the promotion requirements of the ladder, the children left my dojo one by one, deep in thought.

At this moment, the door of the dojo was pushed open, and a graceful girl walked in, her blood-red eyes staring at me firmly——

——It’s Halle Laleigh.

"Grandpa Hassanka," Harilali said with a complicated expression, "I..."

"Have you decided to go find Coles?"

I said calmly while erasing the patterns on the blackboard.

Hallilali's voice paused for a moment, and then she answered firmly:

"Ah."

I didn't say anything, but just silently cleaned the blackboard, then turned and walked to Hallilali.

She has really grown up, with bright eyes, white teeth, fair skin and beautiful figure, so beautiful that she seems to be more beautiful than all the stars in the sky.

I smiled gently, patted her shoulder with my old hand, and said:

"Don't worry, I'll go with you."

"Grandpa Hassanka...?"

Hallilali was surprised for a moment, then said with some concern:

"But...you are not..."

"You can leave the affairs of the dojo to the assistants. We will be back soon."

My tone was indifferent, as if there were no broken star tracks in the destiny spectrum that the king had shown me.

After hearing what I said, Hallilali was stunned for a moment, and then she quickly showed a happy smile:

"...Thank...Thank you! With your help, we will be able to do it quickly..."

She stopped suddenly before she finished her words.

A strong pressure burst out from behind her. I subconsciously grabbed the black knife at my waist with my hand, and my bloodshot eyes turned quickly -

——It was a small hand, grabbing Hallilali's waist!

What is this thing? I didn't even notice it, and it actually appeared in my dojo...

This feeling... No, is it an ancient god-level existence? How is it possible? The High Heaven Court cannot be infiltrated. Could it be that -

"Well..."

It was a very childish voice, and the murderous feeling lingering in my heart disappeared instantly.

I looked closely and found a little white head sticking out from behind Hallilali, looking at me quietly and reservedly.

But the moment her eyes met mine, she shuddered and shrank back behind Hallilali.

"Perlis, meet Grandpa Hassanka," Halilali gently stroked the little guy's head behind her, "We will travel together from now on."

"Well..."

Under my somewhat dazed gaze, Hallilali turned around, picked up a little guy, and then turned to me.

It's a little girl.

Long pure white hair, bloodshot eyes dotted with stars, and a dazzling aura that seems to exude the fragrance of a sea of ​​flowers.

Her body seemed to glow, which made me dazzled for a moment.

What's this?

"..."

The little girl named Pearlis looked at me nervously, her lips slightly pursed and her head slightly tilted back, as if she was afraid that I would pounce on her and eat her.

What... I was actually scared by a little girl... Really...

"Where did these little animals come from..."

I mumbled softly, taking the little girl from Hallilali's arms and holding her in my arms.

The little guy trembled constantly when he was taken over, but soon he was slightly stunned and then gently threw himself into my arms.

I felt my heart inexplicably warm up... Strange, like I was back in my youth...

"Tell me about this child," I turned to Halle Lari and whispered. "She is more special than you or me, isn't she?"

.......

"pat-"

Just like a lens shattered, Perlis felt herself falling from mid-air... falling...

Just before she was about to fall into the endless abyss, the sea of ​​flowers supported her body and let her lie in it softly.

"Well... all at once... a lot..."

Her vision was still a little blurry, and Perlis felt dizzy and disoriented. She couldn't immediately process the information she had just received.

But after reading Hassanka Hafurgaard's memories, she grasped a strong idea from her complicated thoughts -

——Promoted to [Star Flame].

But I feel... so sleepy...

"..."

In the sea of ​​flowers, the girl squinted her eyes tiredly, gazing at the seemingly endless starry sky.

She gently stretched out her hand towards the starry sky and murmured softly:

"Carly..."

"..."

In the sea of ​​flowers, the girl sleeps like a baby, with countless stars lighting up around her.

What she didn't know was that the Black Island was rising from the sea and the only chance was roaring towards her.

What she didn't know was that countless covetous eyes were being cast towards the Black Island, and greed and desire were spreading across the sea of ​​I-Tran.

But she knew that her "anchor" was on the way.

...END...

6) The Black Angel

During the first night in Hillsted, Carly was haunted by countless dreams.

She dreamed of her younger self walking along the beach. The stars in the night sky were shining, and the starlight fell on the sea, being cut into countless sparkling fragments by the waves.

And at the end of the horizon, a faint light shone particularly brightly, as if winking at her.

Carly knew that was her starlight, where her heart was.

She bravely escaped from the shell of the Eye of the Federation, walked between the divided seas, and headed towards the new land, just to see the starlight again.

What was there? What would she see? Carly had no idea.

She just knew that her star was there.

Even if there are thousands of troops blocking her way, she must break through——

"Boom..."

A gloomy thunder rumbled outside the quilt. The sleeping girl frowned slightly and turned over.

She reached out in a daze, but she didn't hold anything, the quilt was empty.

"..."

The girl opened her icy blue eyes with a bit of depression. As she felt the emptiness coming over her, she looked at the I-Tran-style alarm clock with a clear gear structure on the bedside table:

"...It's only half past six."

Carly rubbed her head. A faint light came through the curtains. The drizzle hit the glass windows. The newsboys on the street had already started shouting to sell newspapers. The sound came through the glass, as if through an invisible layer of expansion.

I'm going to visit Chadwick Smith today... um... but it's so cold outside, I don't want to get up...

Carly shook herself gently and pulled the quilt tighter around her half-exposed shoulders.

It's really cold outside. No one would be willing to get up at this time except those who have to make a living.

But Carly still had a mission to accomplish, and she knew she had to be self-disciplined, otherwise she would likely miss the opportunity.

"..."

After struggling for a while, Carly yawned, turned over in the quilt, and then...

...and fell into a deep sleep again.

"..."

Carly slept until about half past ten before she got out of bed reluctantly.

She packed up her things, put on her raincoat, pulled up her hood, and walked into the drizzle of Hillsted again.

At this time, it was already eleven o'clock.

"call..."

Standing on the foggy street, Carly exhaled a breath of white air and rubbed her hands, while synchronizing her retina's vision with the little bird's.

She quickly locked onto the forging factory on the north coast of Hillster - sure enough, after eleven o'clock in the morning, most of the workers had already begun preparing for lunch and walked out of the factory one after another.

It seems that Chadwick Smith has no habit of dragging workers to work. Can we say that he is a good capitalist?

But... this is probably because he doesn't want to attract attention due to excessive working hours? If he is really forging "steam armor" as the worker named Ronald said, then it must be news that cannot be made public.

Anyway, let's go to the forge first, find a way to sneak in, and see if we can find Chadwick...

As long as you can get close enough, you can control the little birds precisely, so you can find that guy easily.