I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

"Alicia! It's raining, come back quickly!"

Arthur stood at the door and shouted to Alicia, but she did not respond.

He anxiously found an umbrella on the first floor and ran out with the umbrella, but before he could reach Alicia, Alicia shook and fell to one side.

"Alicia!" Arthur shouted anxiously.

But before she fell to the ground, she was caught by someone, and Xia Ya appeared beside her at some point.

Arthur also happened to run over. He tried hard to lift the black umbrella in his hand and covered the two of them under the umbrella, but he was caught in the heavy rain.

Xia Ya looked at Alicia in her arms, raised her hand and touched Alicia's forehead with the back of her hand. Her forehead was hot, her face was visibly red, and her breathing was weak and rapid.

Alicia is sick, and very sick.

The high fever persisted, and Char estimated it to be around thirty-nine to forty degrees. Her consciousness was even a little blurry. Arthur was talking to her from the side, and she could only give some vague responses.

Alicia was carried back to her bed by Xia, and the moisture on her body was taken away with magic.

Arthur was standing by the bed, with a basin of warm water at around 30 degrees Celsius placed beside him. He reached out and took out the towel from the basin, wrung it out, and then placed it on Alicia's forehead.

Then he looked at Xia worriedly.

"Char, will she die?"

"Nonsense." Calcifer said amusedly, "Is there anyone who will not die?"

Char was sitting in front of Calcifer and warming himself by the fire. He silently took out a piece of wood from the basket on one side and placed it on Calcifer's mouth. Then he placed the kettle that had just been filled with water on the fire. Then replied.

"Why do you ask?"

"I was a little scared." Arthur said uneasily. "The dean's grandma was also like this, and she left within a few days."

Xia Ya nodded and continued, "Don't worry, I may not know about others, but she should live for a long time."

"Indeed." Calcifer stretched out a pair of small flame hands, crossed them on his chest, and nodded.

"Although she is over ninety years old, she has experienced the death of her family members, and has been soaked under the snow-capped mountains at two or three degrees Celsius, and now she has a fever that has made her unconscious, and it has not gone away.

But it should be fine. "

Arthur's eyes immediately turned red.

Char glanced at Calcifer.

Calcifer shrank back and hid his mouth in the pile of firewood, leaving only his cunning eyes exposed.

Xia Ya smiled helplessly, "Children under ten years old can't understand your sense of humor."

"He seemed pretty smart when he first came here," Calcifer said.

Arthur reacted, then his face turned red, and he shouted angrily, "Calcifer! Alicia is like this and you are still kidding!"

Calcifer crackled with laughter and huddled into the pyre again.

Xia Ya stood up slowly and picked up the coat hanging on the hanger on one side, "When Alicia wakes up, remember to give her some warm water."

"Where are you going?" Arthur asked. "Are you going to fetch a doctor?"

Char recalled the previous experience of going to the hospital with Sebastian.

"There's no need to call a doctor." Xia Ya said, "I'm going to buy some things."

With that said, he walked down the small stairs, turned the turntable to yellow, and walked out.

The streets of the imperial capital are still quiet, but it didn't rain today.

The swaying kerosene lamps reflected the mansion buildings on both sides. Compared with these buildings, Xia Ya's facade in the imperial capital was a bit shabby, but he didn't care.

Some gentlemen in tuxedos and gorgeously dressed women can be seen walking on the street, which is much more lively than before.

Although there has been some unrest recently, the imperial capital still shows its prosperity as the capital of a country.

But the difference was that Xia Ya saw some strange soldiers walking on the street. They were carrying guns and walking in neat steps, as if they were patrolling.

The change of political power would have caused turmoil, let alone Britannia, which was still in the feudal era.

So Char was not surprised by this. He ignored these soldiers and walked slowly through the streets to the restaurant where he and Sebas had eaten before.

At this moment, the tables and chairs placed outside have been put away, and a carriage is parked at the door of the restaurant. The carriage is already filled with various things and piled two or three meters high.

And the restaurant owner named Hart is still piling things on top.

He soon noticed Xia's arrival, stopped moving and said hello.

"gentlemen."

In the past few days, Xia Ya would occasionally come here for breakfast once or twice. During the chat, Hart also learned that this mysterious young man lived nearby.

Xia Ya looked at the pile of carriages and then at the store.

"Aren't you going to open it?"

Hart sighed, "Do you know about the recent major events in the imperial capital?"

Xia Ya nodded.

"Prince Victor also returned from the southern front a few days ago." Hart said, "That is His Majesty Moria's half-brother."

After a pause, he continued, "That is not a simple person. In the days to come, the emperor's capital will no longer be peaceful."

"You are a smart man." Xia Ya said.

Hart smiled and said, "Anyway, I have opened a store here for many years."

Then he asked, "Do you need anything?"

"I want to buy some ginger and brown sugar." Xia Ya said, "Do you have any here?"

Hart recalled, "I remember there were some leftover when I made gingerbread for Christmas last year. Just wait, I'll look for it."

With that said, he walked back to his store. After about a few minutes, he walked out with two small bags and handed them to Xia Ya.

"That's all I have left, I don't know if it's enough."

Xia Ya opened the bag and looked at it, "That's enough."

After a pause, he asked curiously, "Where do you plan to go?"

Hart thought for a moment, "Go back to my hometown, Sashili, in the south of the empire. My niece will get married soon, and I want to attend the wedding."

"Still open a restaurant?" Xia Ya asked.

Hart smiled helplessly, "Everyone in Sashili knows how to barbecue and grill sausages, and you can see a store like mine every fifty meters.

Otherwise, I would not have left my hometown to open a store in the imperial capital. "

"Sounds like a nice place." Char said.

"Of course!"

When he mentioned his hometown, Hart became very enthusiastic.

"It is a place you will never regret going to. There are plains as far as the eye can see, as well as towering snow-capped mountains, especially the fjord. It is a small place, but it can dock extremely large ships.

And the beef there is the best in Britannia! Even the royal palace and nobles would go there to buy it.

The people there are also very simple and kind, and they never show any conflict with others. "

"I've really been thinking about moving recently." Xia Ya said, "Your place sounds pretty good."

Hart seemed delighted, "You're always welcome in Tashili."

Xia Ya also smiled. He raised the two bags in his hands and asked, "How much do these two bags cost?"

"No, no, no." Hart waved his hand quickly and said, "It's just some seasoning."

After a pause, he thought about it and smiled.

"If you must give me some reward, then please wish me to make a career in my hometown."

Xia Ya didn't reply, and Hart raised his eyes with some confusion and met his eyes.

His dark eyes were as quiet and peaceful as the night, and no one could see his emotions in these eyes.

After a moment, his eyebrows moved down, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, a slight smile appeared, and he spoke slowly.

"You will definitely make a difference."

His voice was magnetic, calm, and filled with an unquestionable certainty.

For some reason, Hart had a very strange feeling in his heart.

If we say that before, he was standing at the crossroads of destiny, surrounded by a fog that was invisible to the naked eye, and he didn't know the direction of life.

But the moment the words of the person in front of me fell.

The fog was torn apart, and his destiny, beyond the crossroads, appeared an unknown but extremely straight road.

Yes, this is what he feels at the moment, extremely strong.

He came back to his senses, his throat moved, and he wanted to say something, but thousands of words finally turned into two words.

"Thank you."