Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

After that, it starts with some simple parts replacement, and gradually increases in difficulty to troubleshooting problems with automatic robots and repairing damaged mechanical units.

Later, when the Iron Guard master who was originally responsible for repairing the automatic mechas arrived, Clara had already completed the maintenance of all the mechas by herself.

The other party was also skeptical that a child could actually complete this repair work that would take a professional craftsman a lot of time.

Then an open mechanical repair competition was launched.

Clara competes with his apprentice——

The result was obvious. While the useless apprentice was still scratching his head, wondering what went wrong and why there were a few extra screws, Clara had already successfully repaired the Tooth Wolf automatic robot.

Comparing the two, let alone the previous plan to expose the Iron Guards' nonsense, it was considered a good thing that he didn't lose all his face.

Fortunately, Miss Wendy showed up and saved him in time. Otherwise, he would have been so embarrassed that he would have wanted to crawl into the belly of a grizzly bear.

Before Wendy knew it, the mechanic had already given him a look of gratitude.

"By the way. Where did Sister Wendy go before? Mr. Swarlow and I couldn't find you anywhere."

After confirming that Wendy was safe, Clara asked him where he had been.

"I was performing at the Goethe Hotel in the administrative district, but I didn't expect the Wind Dragon to suddenly appear. Not only did it scare away my audience, but I was also sent to the nearest shelter by the Iron Guards who arrived."

At this point, Wendy also chuckled.

"However, I still wanted to sneak out and see what was going on. After all, this kind of rare scene will definitely give me some good ideas for my new work."

"Hmm... Even though she's already playing really well, Sister Wendy is still working so hard. This must be what Mr. Swarlow calls dedication, right?"

The innocent girl smiled like the warm spring sun.

"In that case, Clara should also work hard like Sister Wendy!"

"Yeah. That's a bit..."

Wendy turned away somewhat embarrassedly.

Should I say that it is my conscience that is aching?

Now all of this is caused by me, your sister Wendy. If people knew about this, my career as a bard would probably be over.

Not only will you live like a rat on the street, with everyone shouting at you, you may even be arrested and thrown into prison, receiving a life sentence.

When Clara comes to visit him in prison, she will wear shoes she doesn't like and look at him with sad eyes.

Because this is a dark, miserable place where terrible adults live. If you walk there barefoot, you feel that the meaning of your existence will be polluted.

Don't do that kind of thing... At least, wait another ten years, until Clara comes of age, right?

Being hated by the child who used to be close to me...

The bard's sudden depression naturally attracted the girl's concern.

She ran forward with a clattering sound, and just when she was almost in front of Wendy, she stumbled and fell forward uncontrollably.

It was also at this time that Wendy noticed that she was wearing shoes that she rarely wore normally. Perhaps the adults in the upper class area saw her walking barefoot in such a cold day and felt pity for her, so they gave them to her specially?

But unfortunately, Clara has some kind of ability, not sure whether to call it "misfortune" or "curse".

That is, you will definitely fall after putting on shoes.

Although it is probably a habit she developed since childhood, in terms of comfort, walking barefoot is the most comfortable state for Clara.

You won't feel constrained, and you can directly feel that you and your family are working hard to survive on this land.

Or to put it in a more childish way—

That's Clara's style!

As her thoughts were tossing and turning, Wendy instinctively hugged Clara who was about to fall. If such a pretty little face was left with a big red mark, it would only make the girl look more delicate and adorable, but it is better to avoid painful things, right?

He carefully supported the girl and watched Clara's change from panic to a feeling of attachment filled with security.

The poet couldn't help but tease.

"It doesn't look like the perfect glass slipper for you, my little Cinderella."

"Uh-huh--!"

Clara's face quickly turned red with shame, and her rabbit-like ruby ​​eyes also took on an indescribable tenderness.

"Sister Wendy, please don't tease me at a time like this..."

"Hehe. If you don't mind, I can weave a pair of magic shoes for you. I guarantee that they will be invisible but tangible. When your prince appears, he will put them on you personally-"

After whispering this in the girl's ear, Clara's body became softer, she gasped for breath, and her legs trembled slightly.

Even in such a tense moment, she still had true rationality in her heart and could even accurately express her current thoughts.

He felt shy about making a fool of himself in front of everyone, but also happy about being treated so gently by Sister Wendy. However, he also had a kind of willful idea that he could rely on him for everything and leave everything to him.

As expected, she likes Sister Wendy just as much as she likes Mr. Swarovski!

Being able to become each other's family is really a pleasure for Clara...

But, if I exclude myself from this loneliness...

Don't want to hear it!

"Clara doesn't need a fairy tale prince. All she needs is Sister Wendy and Mr. Swarlow to be with her all the time!"

The girl stood on tiptoe and whispered softly in the poet's ear.

Such bold and straightforward words were simply not something Clara would say, and after she finished speaking, she ran back to Boss Swarovski like a rabbit, just staring at him with eager eyes.

Through the concept of "sight", Wendy came to her senses. Was her heart moved by Clara just now?

No, no, the age gap is too big no matter how you think about it. The only person who would have such thoughts is a terrible adult with a head full of pornographic garbage who should turn himself in to the police.

The poet who automatically removed himself from it was so confident.

I only think of Clara as my sister, and I have absolutely no extraneous thoughts about her, so—isn't it still not too late to preserve the air Clara breathed?!

The poet of the wind has completely forgotten his companion's instructions!

Chapter 71 Clara is an angel

——After the little episode just now.

No, that wasn't actually a subplot, but some kind of foreshadowing, right?

At least Wendy could guess from Swarovski's silence that he was already updating his diary for today.

He might even record what just happened, and use it as evidence when Wendy is sued.

It's terrible, that kind of thing!

However, no matter what, since we met here, we naturally have to do our best to show our hospitality as hosts.

You know, he just received a "large sum of money" from Pera yesterday.

These Winter City shields are enough for him to eat and drink well for a while, and even his speech will be more confident.

To the point that even the way of greeting seems to be asking for a beating.

He skipped to Swarovski's side and put his hands on his shoulders, well, waist, like a frivolous ruffian beauty.

It's so sad to be short of height. It makes people want to wear some shoes that can support their face, but unfortunately, Wendy can't be as tall as Swarlow even if she walks on stilts.

Because of this, Wendy's greeting posture now seemed a bit weird, but fortunately he was always thick-skinned, so it didn't matter.

"Hey, Mr. Swarovski. I never thought I'd see you and Clara here. Is this what they call destined to meet, no matter how far apart they are, right?"

Faced with such a light pat on the back, Swarovski did not react at all, but just turned his head slightly to look at him. The bard who was grinning mischievously seemed to be more excited than usual.

"Poet. You seem a little excited?"

Even Clara looked at him curiously, as if she was a little surprised by Wendy's joyful look, but then she thought of her bold words just now, wanting to tie her family to her side for the rest of their lives.

Woohoo...

Not to mention the shy Steam Princess Clara, Wendy spread her hands honestly.

"I just didn't expect to meet you here, so besides being surprised, I'm also a little curious, right? Of course, the joy part of the surprise is definitely more."

"That sounds good. But the reason we came looking for you is because Clara is worried about you—"

Swarovski did not hide his intentions and spoke directly.

"Now that we've confirmed the poet is safe, we should prepare to return. We can't leave the mechanical settlement for too long."

"Hey, it's rare for you to come out and get some fresh air. Don't be so anxious to go back! Clara also wants to stay in the upper area for a few more days, right?"

Wendy blinked, just like any good brother...sister who spoils her younger siblings.

"Well, I... I have no opinion. Let's just listen to Mr. Swarlow..."

Clara said softly.

After all, while she was excited about going to the upper class area, a certain sense of responsibility from the past also caught up with her. She couldn't continue to be so willful.

If everyone in the settlement found out she and Mr. Swarlow were missing, they would definitely get nervous. If they moved out of the settlement and ran into other vagrants with bad intentions, something unpleasant would definitely happen.

Clara is still young, but she has a clarity and persistence that is not in line with her age.

Now that my willful thoughts have been realized, I should go back to the lower level and live my life as I should.

"Hey, Clara, don't you want to wait until the dragon incident is over before leaving? Then you can at least visit Beloberg during normal times."

"...Walk around, do you mean patrol the streets or something?"

Clara gave him a somewhat confused look in return.

As a child growing up in the lower class, the harsh living environment there has long forced people to give up many non-essential means of entertainment.

Not to mention, apart from some small vendors selling food in Panyan Town, there is nothing worth seeing.

Shopping in such a place would not only make one feel bad, but would also delay one's usual scavenging work, so Clara did not make any connection with it and just asked ignorantly.

"Well, it wasn't really a patrol. I was just observing how the upper-class people lived, or something like that." Wendy paused and said somewhat dejectedly, "But, I'm sorry. I didn't consider Clara's situation and suddenly said something without thinking. It doesn't matter if she refuses."

However, the girl did not refuse, but tapped her lips and thought for a moment.

"Hmm...seeing how everyone in the upper class lives their daily lives seems like an interesting thing. Later, Clara can come with Sister Wendy!"

"Afterwards, do you mean after the lower districts are liberated?"

"Yes! Mr. Swarlow actually told Clara that Sister Wendy, he, and everyone in the Earth Fire are working towards this goal.

Although Clara didn't quite understand what was going on, she was very happy to see everyone united and no longer hurting each other or fighting for resources.

Clara would feel very happy if she could see everyone's dreams come true."

It was rare for Clara to speak at such a long time, and she stared at Wendy seriously at the same time.

"So, Sister Wendy, you must pay attention to your own safety."

At this moment, the poet, who was flattered by little Clara, already felt drunk.

It felt light and airy, as if ascending to heaven. Otherwise, how could there be such a well-behaved and sensible child...

However, this illusion did not last long before it was crushed by an iron hand.

To be precise - Swarovski grabbed his head and stopped him from rubbing against Clara like a puppy.

"Mind your behavior, bard. I will activate sentry mode as appropriate—"

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. Please don't put me in the barrel of a gun and shoot me."

Wendy was sober at this moment that she even had a sense of being a saint with no desires or requests.

"And, speaking of this topic, I have something else I want to tell you."

...tells about the discussion in the perpetual motion room.

After listening, Swarovski and Clara looked at each other. The former still showed no change, while the latter nodded embarrassedly.

"Well, isn't this a scam...? Besides, it was Wendy-san who actually found these amazing blueprints. Wouldn't it be a bit awkward to just give them to us?"

"It's okay, it's okay. It's just to give us some bargaining chips. There's no such thing as mine and yours. Aren't we all family?"