Chapter Twenty-Seven "A Day in Havreau's Day"
"Ninety-nine, one hundred..."
The beautiful girl leaned lazily by the window, and used her slender and green fingers, and the number of ships sailing into the dock outside the window was lit in the void.
"Twenty more ships were added!"
Since each of the buildings in the city is tall and thin, like black square spires, and its position is the highest, you can easily see the harbor stretching to half of the island in the gaps of the building.
The girl muttered, and wanted to see something else, but she heard the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor below. She tightened her heart and her hands were not slow.
As if she was flying, she closed the mottled blinds with just a bang, then turned around and looked at the room with turbid dust floating in the air, and sighed silently.
With the wounds of the windows and curtains in the house, there was no longer a trace of sunshine entering this bedroom, which was dilapidated but could still see the luxurious scenes of the past. Only the bright and bright magic lamp shone brightly beside the closet, showing the mistress of this room everything she saw.
The sheets and pillows are freshly washed, but under the erosion of turbid dust, they will definitely turn back into a gray look in a few days. Although the floor is clean, the same is true.
Although she asked to open the window countless times to clean the house inside and outside, she often got a rejection and a few magic lamps in the room.
She didn't like this, just like she didn't like being forced before.
But every time this time, she would have some questions, what exactly was she pursuing?
Free?
But she is trapped in the same place as a few years ago. Although the former is forced and the latter is willing, as time goes by, the unbeauties in her memory are gradually blurred. Instead, what has appeared in her dreams recently is here.
She wanted to get out of here, but he couldn't...
The girl sighed again, and as she slowed down a little, she no longer had any worries.
He leaned over and picked up the wooden strips on the floor, then picked up a small hammer, held the nails, and hit the window. Not long after, the blinds that could have been opened at will were sealed again.
This is her rarely rebellious behavior, and she also took advantage of his absence to start this game that she once thought was repetitive and boring, but now she is greedily absorbing every beam of sunshine.
"Geni? Where are you?"
"Dear, I'm here!"
Hevello replied with a loud voice, then skillfully stuffed the hammer and other tools in his hand under the bed.
When she tidied up her dusty dress, a thin and long outline appeared at the door of the bedroom in front of her.
She hurried forward, used a veneer and said intimately.
"I just felt like I heard your footsteps. Sure enough, you are really back!"
The man had an elf-like face, charming and handsome, wearing a scholar-like black robe, with a little extra bookish atmosphere.
"Yes, I'm back."
The pale-looking man hugged him with a look of crying or laughing, as if he had frozen, but his voice was particularly magnetic, making people feel good when they heard it.
"What were you doing just now?"
He asked curiously.
"I didn't do anything, just clean up the dust. Oh, Isafe is good at everything, but the smell of mold in the dust makes me smell the sour smell whenever I eat now."
Is this a mirror?
Hevello reached out to touch it, and then walked through the mirror.
Chapter completed!