The sky of the gray dawn flickered with sparse morning stars, the Black Skirt Girl’s gaze swept over the illuminated streetlights, her fingertips lightly tapping on the railing, emitting a “ding ding” metal sound.
She was waiting for the theater’s lamp-lighter to remove them.
This was not a family heirloom, but a legacy from her grandfather. The Black Sorcerer, who once roamed the world, had his most fundamental identity rooted in starting from a circus, and even many of her attack methods originated from that grandfather.
“Now that you’ve returned to the family, are you planning to continue competing for the Watcher’s legacy?”
The Gugu Bird continued to speak, its voice seeming to deepen after a period of contemplation.
“The other Watcher families have long forgotten their responsibilities. If it were in the past, I might have chosen to give up, as that thing is more of a symbol…”
Weir glanced at the other party, a flicker of thought in her eyes, and the figure wearing a mask in her mind quietly drifted by. Suddenly, she smiled again: “But now I feel there is meaning in competing.”
“Meaning in competing?”
The Gugu Bird was first stunned, and then its slightly chubby bird face became serious. Its bird eyes, shining with a bit of “wisdom,” looked over and asked thoughtfully, “Is it the information about the [Night Road]?”
“Yes, the Night Road…”
Upon hearing this, Weir nodded, her fingertips still tapping, her expression unchanged, still appearing somewhat immersed. She softly murmured, “That is [Night]’s final domain. Grandmother once said that it contains a truth and a treasure that only Night can unlock. We are only responsible for guarding this information.”
“To compete, one must obtain the recognition of the heroic souls of the Watcher ancestors.”
The Gugu Bird was silent for a moment, a trace of worry appearing on its face. Looking at her determined expression, it carefully considered, then slowly said, “To gain the ancestors’ recognition, one must do what the ancestors did, execute the eight great knightly codes. Other families have extensive influence and have long been cultivating their subordinates to become true knights.”
“I have to try, go to the Forest of Sighs to meet the ancestors.”
Slightly closing her eyes, Weir understood that her actions were not in line with the rigid knightly spirit. If she had to say, she was more like a rebel, her actions being purpose-driven. If it meant killing, then so be it.
As long as she adhered to her inner principles.
“Poof!”
As the two were talking, a white shadow seemed to flash across another part of the sky, and the sound of flapping wings drifted over. A smaller Gugu Bird then landed in front of Weir, making a “Gugu” sound.
As if conveying some information.
Looking at the Gugu Bird, Weir casually tapped its head, smiled, and then turned to the plump talking Gugu Bird and said, “Let’s go, the butler is waiting for us.”
“Let’s wait…”
The plump Gugu Bird hopped back and forth on the wire, then turned its head to look towards the east and said softly, “Wherever you go, you always stay at the highest point, watching the dawn sun of the next day before leaving. Won’t you see the dawn sun of this eastern land?”
“…”
Hearing the plump Gugu Bird’s words, Weir’s eyes slightly lifted, and she looked again towards the east where the sky was beginning to reveal a fish-belly white color. She silently thought: It should be about ten more minutes.
“Gugu.”
The plump Gugu Bird glanced at Weir, then turned its head forward again, as if it were waiting for something…
…
West City Street.
Inside the Alchemy Workshop, a crowd had gathered outside a room. The elder responsible for the shift shift even curiously asked his colleague:
“Did something happen in here? 洱〰玖⊙ 〔午衫巴奇依san〒?”
The attendant on duty pursed his lips: “Elder Lin, an Alchemy Master who makes high-level alchemical items has come in. These people are all spectators.”
“Alchemy Master? We often have Alchemy Masters visit here, but never like this.”
Standing behind the crowd, Elder Lin stood on tiptoe, trying to look sideways, and saw a Black-clothed Girl inside. Beside her were six roses that resembled brilliant crystals. The colors of the roses were not uniform, and their sizes were different, but they gave the impression of ultimate works of art.
“The energy contained within could probably destroy half of this city.”
But as an old employee, Elder Lin immediately saw the mystery. His pupils suddenly dilated, and he turned to the attendant, feeling extremely astonished: “Is this… an Alchemical Bomb?”
Who in their right mind would make so many Alchemical Bombs?
It seemed only bombs made by the Raven would be so flashy.
Thinking of this, the elder couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat. He immediately took out his phone and dialed the local Dragon Hunter – “Beep beep.”
If it really exploded, it wouldn’t be a matter of whether he would be fired, but whether he would go to jail.
“It’s precisely because they’re making top-tier Alchemical Bombs that so many people are watching,”
The attendant seemed very calm. Seeing the elder speak like this, he continued, “Elder, don’t worry, this is someone from our government. She showed her identification.”
“You 倭咎磷焐山（八）崎一③灵*梦 didn’t say so earlier!”
The elder slapped the attendant on the head, then carelessly hung up the phone. He then also stood on tiptoe to look inside, watching the girl carve with her fingernails, and was stunned again…
Why wasn’t this person using an engraving pen?
The attendant next to him covered his head, revealing a tired face full of the usual weariness, as if to say – “You didn’t tell me to say anything either!”
The elder continued to ask, looking at the activity inside, “Did she say what these bombs are being engraved for?”
“As gifts, to be given to people,” the attendant replied.
“Giving bombs as gifts?”
The elder was stunned by the attendant’s answer. Just as he was stunned.
Suddenly, an alarm clock rang inside – “Ring ring!!” As if receiving a command, the Black Skirt Girl suddenly stood up. This action surprised everyone present.
What was she going to do?
“Only six flowers can be given away.”
Looking at the unfinished roses, Su Jiu sighed and chose to quickly pack her things, then grabbed the roses with her hands, circulated her external Qi, pushed aside these alchemists, and ran outside.
This was the time she had set for herself. As soon as the alarm rang, she had to put down what she was doing and prepare to leave.
She had also asked E Huo to inquire about the locals’ typical daily schedule last night, and then she had set her own time ten minutes in advance.
“Now I still need to prepare packaging for the bouquet. For a gift box, given her personality, she probably wouldn’t accept it…”
As she ran outside, she glanced at the east, where a faint red light was already appearing. Her heart tightened, but she still used her phone’s map to search for the nearest flower shop.
The results were all the same: they only opened at nine o’clock.
This made Su Jiu want to complain, but time did not allow her to think too much. Her gaze swept over the newspapers on the shelf next to the Alchemy Workshop’s entrance, and she casually grabbed one and soared into the sky…
The girl’s speed was very fast, like a blood-gold meteor in the sky. She was constantly arranging the roses in her hands, but six roses seemed too few. Even though the newspaper was folded into a shape, there was still a space for one missing item.
Su Jiu tried to press the newspaper down, but it was directly pierced by the crystal. Helpless, she had to insert the unfinished [Fusheng] into it.
This rose was slightly dimmer compared to the others, but after being inserted, it looked exceptionally neat. The seven roses stood like seven dwarfs, each in its place.
Within a few minutes, Su Jiu arrived opposite the tall tower and stopped. She looked up, facing the empty tower. A gentle breeze blew through her green silk, as if saying something.
At this moment, something in the girl’s heart suddenly felt empty…
“…”
She licked her dry lips, turned her head to look east, and realized that from the top of the tower, the morning sun had already revealed an edge.
It seemed…
She was late.
At this moment, she felt the roses she had prepared all night were somewhat heavy, as if her arm were pressed down by ten thousand jin of lead. Thoughts kept surfacing in her mind, wanting to throw away all these [Fusheng].
“Looking at the sun isn’t bad either.”
With a sigh, Su Jiu felt a sense of regret spreading in her heart. She smiled and landed on the tower, her leather shoes making a “dong dong!” sound on the iron tower.
She walked towards the eastern railing, her gaze sweeping over the clean dust on the ground. There, there were footprints of small shoes. She paused for a second, then her eyes slightly lowered.
Looking up at the railing again, she saw a patch of rust that had been wiped clean. A black ribbon hung by the railing, emitting a faint, cold scent.
These were signs that the other party had been there.
倭究l/ing洽厁把t/7亦陕b靈梦
She understood that some things were called regret.
“Hmph hmph…”
Humming the little tune that Weir hummed, Su Jiu watched the sun slowly rise, then glanced at the city below, which was once again bustling with traffic. She put on her Bluetooth headphones and then silently took out the old guitar.
“The darkest valley.”
“The highest mountain.”
“We walk in the name of our brave.”
Finally, she gently placed the roses on the ground, her petite body leaning against the wall, and her elegant, low voice slowly emerged. As the red sun gradually rose, it seemed to give a feeling of arriving in medieval Europe.
…
“I know what you seek.”
“but it isn’t for me.”
“I wouldn’t change won’t give in.”
The girl softly sang, her fingertips constantly strumming the strings. She seemed to understand the meaning of the lyrics, but could only sigh slightly.
It was a pity for a partner who was about to go their separate ways, and also a blessing to each other. Perhaps in ancient Europe, it was like this between two knights…
“Stay away I’m on my own road.”
“The time is now.”
As the song continued, it gradually approached its end. Just as Su Jiu was about to take a breath to sing the last line, a gentle voice came from behind her, and the owner of the same scent as the ribbon.
“The story unfolds.”
“Weir…”
Su Jiu’s pupils suddenly contracted, and she turned to look, as if meeting an equally surprised face. At this moment, the sunlight shone on the person’s face, and a smile slowly appeared on the girl’s face.
“I lost a ribbon that is very important to me here. It’s all that stupid bird’s fault.”
