Three Good Salary Kings Stand on the Ark

There was a drink vendor at the small stall next to it, so Ashes went to buy a few glasses and came back. The ice cubes lightly touched the walls of the cups, making a jingling sound.

"Give."

Ashes handed the drink in his hand to the fire-proof woman, and put the rest on the small table, waiting for Nian and Chen to come back from playing to quench their thirst.

The fire-proof girl took the drink, stretched out her hand to brush her loose hair, and bowed her head to take a sip.

"It's sour and delicious."

"As long as you like it."

The two just lay on their respective lounge chairs and watched the lively scene on the beach. The parasol blocked them from the direct sunlight and also prevented them from talking in a low voice.

"How does Master Ashes feel about this place?" The Fireproof Woman asked with a light smile.

She looked forward, but she didn't land on the beach in front of her. Instead, she probed to some kind of deeper place.

Fortunately, covered by the blindfold, Ashes didn't notice it.

"It's a good place." Ashes put down his drink, "The sun is very good, the beach is very good, the people here are very happy, and the discrimination and oppression that the infected suffer here is almost zero."

"And..." He looked towards the place where the water and the sky meet in the distance, and he could still faintly hear the carnival on the stage, "There is a sense of liberation."

"That's right. After all, the sacrificial ground is a dark and small place."

"No, that's not the case." Ashes shook her head. "The sacrificial place is not big and not bright, but I have been there for a long time, but I have never felt bored."

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and sat up from the reclining chair. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the somewhat gloomy fire-passing sacrificial field.

It was indeed not a good place, the ground was full of potholes, and there was even stagnant water. There was no stable light source. The outside light could only shine into the corridor on the top floor, and most of the lighting had to be provided by those scattered candles.

But there are people inside, his partner, his teacher, those he has helped and those who have helped him, and the fireproof woman, which is enough for Ashes.

It's a pity that the age of fire is over, the sacrificial ground will never appear again, and he can't get up from the bonfire again, go to the old woman's to buy things, go to the blacksmith to strengthen weapons, talk to thieves, and his friends. The teacher talks.

"Me too, Mr. Ashes." The fire-fighting woman turned around, leaned forward a little closer to Ashes, and said softly, "I've been waiting there for a long, long time, so long that I almost forgot the time, but I can wait until you When it comes, it all makes sense.”

"If I have to wait for your return in the sacrificial field, then no matter how long I will wait."

She stretched out her hand, caressed Ashes' face lightly, and said softly, "Because I am your fireproof woman, and I have been like this from the beginning to the end."

"It was in the past, it is in the present, and it will be in the future."

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In Kiesta, not everything is so leisurely and comfortable. Because of its special geographical conditions, there are actually dormant volcanoes here.

This is nothing surprising, all kinds of strange natural environments abound on Terra, but since it can be developed into a tourist city, it is naturally safe.

The volcano, watched over by the Scourge messengers, has been dormant and has not awakened for decades.

But today, a guest came to the forest at the foot of the volcano——

"Yeah!!! Don't come here!!!"

A girl wearing a cumbersome dress and boots in the forest and running wildly with her skirt up screamed. She was running with all her strength to get out of this area.

Large tracts of Originium worms were chasing her crazily. They usually crawled slowly, but now they wriggled fast as if they had grown a few extra legs, and their appearance became very frightening. , the spikes on the body couldn't help shrinking, and the girl could even hear the sound of them squeezing and rubbing against each other, which really made people's ears sore.

Although the running was extremely strenuous, the girl still gritted her teeth and ran, holding a notebook tightly in her hand, looking very precious.

"Hoo hoo... I can't... I can't run anymore..."

However, the girl's physical strength was worrying, and she was still wearing a dress and boots in the forest. The bushes and low branches passing by caused a lot of trouble and resistance, and she quickly became exhausted.

Hearing the sound of the Origin Stone swarm getting closer, she couldn't care less about other things. Just in front of her was a small cliff, she held the notebook tightly by the hem of her skirt, and jumped down from above!

"Well..."

To be honest, this is not a good choice. The high heels of the boots caused her to sprain her feet when she landed. When she became unstable, her body began to roll uncontrollably. The bruises, which are really unbearable for the girl who used to be a flower in the greenhouse.

But fortunately, when she stopped rolling, the small sounds lingering in her ears disappeared. It seems that the stone worms should have given up on her.

The girl's face showed pain. She touched her ankle, which was already swollen. She tried to stand up, but felt a sharp pain, and she couldn't help but gasp.

This time it was a bit bad, she came in a hurry, she dared to go up the mountain wearing a dress and boots, only a notebook was left on her body, and she didn't even bring a communicator.

How is she going to get back downtown now?

The girl was a little frustrated, she looked at the dusty notebook in her hand, flipped through it and confirmed all the things recorded in it, and made up her mind.

The life and death of Xista is now in her hands. As the mayor's daughter, how can she be defeated by such a small difficulty?

She got up again, enduring the severe pain in her ankle, even ignoring the other wounds on her body, she walked down the mountain step by step, but never thought that she would step on a raised stone, and again Once off balance.

But just when she was about to close her eyes tightly to meet the impact of the ground again, her body stopped suddenly, and someone hugged her around the waist.

"Found you, miss."

"Hei...you are finally here."

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, resting on the huge human heart with peace of mind, she needed to rest.

Chapter 341 Awakening!The fire of the ancient king!

In the private domain of the Mayor of Siesta City——

"Ugh...Is this...?"

The girl woke up in a daze, and her consciousness was obviously still wandering on the huge human heart just now. She looked at the familiar environment in front of her in a daze, and her brain began to work again.

This is her room. Although she has studied abroad in Victoria for a long time, she still remembers every corner of this room, which is stained with too many memories of her past.

"You are awake, Miss Ceylon."

On the chair beside the girl's bed, a man who was looking down at the document in his hand saw Ceylon wake up, so he closed the document and greeted him.

Because she is the daughter of the mayor of Siesta, Ceylon Dalkos, and he is the mayor's secretary.

"Clonin? Why are you here?"

Ceylon asked, and she suddenly recalled what happened before she fell asleep, and looked around quickly, only to find that the notebook was still on the bedside, and she felt relieved.

"My eldest lady, why are you so crazy that you want to go to the foot of the volcano alone?" Cronin stroked his glasses, with a somewhat helpless look on his face, "I think you should know what happened to Xista now. How busy you are, many festival arrangements are in full swing, and you, as the mayor's daughter, go to such a place, isn't it difficult for us?"

Sighing, the Liboli man named Cronin stood up.

"Seeing that you are safe and sound, I am relieved. Please take good care of your wounds in the next time. The doctor has seen it, and you just need to rest."

"Wait! Cronin!"

Seeing that Cronin was about to turn his head and leave, Ceylon hurriedly stopped him, and said anxiously:

"Kiesta is not safe now! The volcano may erupt soon, and it is uncertain what will cause the accident."

"Oh?" Cronin turned around and looked at her with a strange look.

"The safety of all passengers and citizens will be threatened. We need to provide them with guidance and start preparing for transfer or shelter."

"The follow-up activities of the Obsidian Festival need to be suspended immediately."

Ceylon's expression is very serious, because this is a momentous moment that concerns the safety of the entire Siesta. As the mayor's daughter, she also loves this city deeply, and absolutely cannot accept it being buried under a volcano.

However, Cronin's expression was a little strange, as if he had a bit of sarcasm, and even the curvature of the corner of his mouth became annoying.

"Miss Ceylon, my eldest lady, do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know exactly what I'm talking about!"

"No, you don't know. It seems that your injury is more than external. I will ask the doctor to give you a deeper examination."

"Clonin! I'm not talking nonsense. There are already many signs that the volcano has begun to reactivate, and it is likely to erupt in a short time."

Seeing his appearance, Ceylon anxiously picked up the notebook beside the bed and showed him the contents inside.

"I found a lot of very strange situations, the origin stone worms migrated in large numbers, and became manic, irritable, and extremely aggressive, abnormal changes in the surrounding temperature, strange growth rates of trees and strange signs of withering appeared at the same time , isn't that enough?"

Ceylon stared at Cronin, hoping that he would understand the seriousness of the matter, but he could only get a mocking smile.

"Miss Ceylon, what did you study in Victoria?"

"Origin Stone Research Major..."

"That's right, you specialize in origin stones, but I'm a real messenger of natural disasters. There is no problem with the volcano observation system. How can I trust your one-sided statement?"

"This...I..." Under Cronin's gaze, Ceylon flinched a little.

"Suspending the Obsidian Festival at this juncture will bring immeasurable losses. Does the eldest miss want to see the mayor's hard work go to waste? You should know better than anyone else how much that man has paid for the city."

"Let's stop here for the farce, I'll take care of everything."

Cronin seemed to be tired of arguing with Ceylon, and after leaving this sentence, he turned and left. When he opened the door, another figure came in through the gap.

Seeing the black figure, Ceylon, who was a little bit lost at first, suddenly cheered up. As if she saw a savior, she hurriedly shouted:

"Hey! Help me persuade Cronin too! This incident is really serious..."

Her voice gradually dropped, because the woman just stood there, letting Cronin leave, and she didn't speak until the door was closed again.

"Miss, you need to rest now."

"Hei...you don't believe me either?"

"That's not the problem." The mature woman called Hei stepped forward and pushed Ceylon back on the bed.

"No! That's the problem!"

But Ceylon was very stubborn. She stared at Hei's golden pupils with wide eyes. She struggled hard to escape Hei's claws, but was firmly held down. She could do nothing but stretch her arms and kick her legs. no.

"Please lie down obediently. After the Obsidian Festival is over, the lady will be free to move about."

"Is this your idea?"

"It belongs to Cronin."

"That!--"

"The master entrusted the affairs to Cronin before his business trip. Miss, if the master is not in the city, you have to listen to Cronin."

"But!"

Ceylon finally felt powerless. She desperately went to the volcano to collect data, but was almost overtaken by the group of Originium worms, and then jumped off the cliff and sprained her feet. She suffered a lot, but no one was willing. trust yourself.

Even though the sun outside the window was very warm, even a little hot, she felt like falling into a cellar of ice.

Obviously the bed under her was very soft, as if she was sitting on a cloud, but she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

If this goes on...