It was late at night, and the musicians who had played all night were still trying to make fun of themselves, but the singing and music were inevitably showing fatigue.
Even if the firewood is added again and again, the bonfire will be burned more vigorously; even if the gluttonous food is endless; even if everyone is wearing gorgeous clothes, there are beauties around them.
On a midsummer night, there was never the atmosphere that the carnival should have.
The young people surrounding the bonfire are more like being bored. Occasionally, some people talk nonsense by drunkenness, and they will quickly restore the elegant posture that the Helians should have in their surprised eyes.
And the laughter and hilarious sounds that come from the downtown city across several streets are like sounds from another world.
Perhaps, the Helians, who are well-dressed, do not need any carnival at all. This annual carnival should only belong to those poor people.
In such a situation, the shortest night of the year also seems so long.
When a slight ray of light appeared in the sky to the east, the amazement from the crowd was not so much praising the arrival of light, but rather glad that he had finally survived this boring night.
Finally, the bonfire became colder and the crowd dispersed one after another.
At Donner’s estate, Bran took the carriage and left, but Cross was kept.
“I guessed you had something to say to me.” After sleeping all night, Cross had no sleepiness on his face. He stood upright and handsome, which complemented the gorgeous carriage beside him.
“Is that so? Then guess what I want to say to you?” Donner asked with great interest.
Cross smiled slightly: “We have seen it before, but you just don’t remember it.”
Donner nodded. The other party’s words seemed to have nothing to do with the question, but in fact they proved that he already knew what he was going to ask.
“Is it in the Holy Academy of Fire?” he asked.
“That’s right.” Cross replied.
“But this still can’t answer my question…” Donner smiled.
“Well… I don’t think it’s worth it for you.” Cross lied, and the real reason was not.
Donner frowned slightly, thinking about the meaning of the other person’s words.
Seeing him like this, Cross hesitated for a moment and said lightly: “Maybe I smelled the same kind of smell on you…”
“Same kind?” Donner said in horror.
Cross laughed, knowing that the other party misunderstood his meaning: “You are a genius, aren’t you?”
Donner smiled relieved when he heard this. That’s right, Cross is a genius, and he may really be the kind of hero-loving emotion that he cherishes heroes.
“I feel it’s not worth it when I see a similar person who is willing to fall into depravity like this?” he asked with a smile.
“It was indeed a bit before I came over,” Cross shrugged, “But now I doubt my judgment.”
Donner shook his head indifferently and asked, “When will you return to the Holy Academy of Wind?”
“About ten days.” Cross replied readily.
“Ten days…” Donner suddenly smiled: “Then do me a favor before going back.”
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