dessert and music

Eric had indeed gone to Paris—with the wedding invitation.

He rode to the door of Daloga's house, dismounted and knocked on the door he hadn't been in for a long time.Daloga opened the door, saw that it was Eric who froze for a moment, and let him in quickly.

"Why did you come back alone? Where's Hilda?" Daloga asked with some doubts when he looked outside again, but he didn't see anyone else.Eric bypassed him and sat on the bench, and replied casually, "She's still in Ivar."

Daroga understood at once—it was because of the wedding invitation Christine had asked him to bring to Hilda.He closed the door and walked to the chair and asked with a smile, "Are you coming to Paris to attend Christine's wedding?" When the name Christine was mentioned, the people sitting on the bench didn't respond.

He walked to the other side and sat down too. He took the invitation out of Eric's hand, looked at it for a while and said, "What did Hilda say when she saw this?" "Nothing." Say." Eric suddenly remembered what Hilda had said to him before he left.

"She didn't say anything to the letter of invitation, but she said something to me." After a pause, he said again.Daloga, who was listlessly leaning on the chair, suddenly regained his energy. He quickly sat up straight and looked at Eric who bowed his head in front of him—but he didn't continue talking, just sighed softly.Daloga was surprised to see him like this, since he met Eric, he hadn't seen him look disappointed, let alone sigh.

"The day Hilda met me, it was Christine's first time as a heroine, but she had known me for a year already." Eric said suddenly.Seeing him like this, Daloga also thought of the scene when he first met Hilda.

"She's a good girl," said Daloga seriously.

Eric didn't answer, he looked up and saw a familiar music box in the room, and asked, "Where did you get it?" "Oh, it's in your house." Daloga stood up and took the The music box was placed in front of them.

"Hilda likes it very much." Daloga turned the handle beside it, and the little monkey made another sound.

Eric stared at it intently, and he sang in a low voice:

"Hide your face

hide your face

so the world will never find you..."

the world will never find you

He raised his hand to touch the mask on his face again, and his fingertips touched the cold texture of the mask—this made him retract his hand all of a sudden.

It's not just a mask, Eric knows it well.Hilda had hinted to him numerous times in Ivar to take off the mask, whether it was this full-face mask on his face or that.

But he still didn't dare—he was always afraid of something.

"What are you afraid of?" Daloga saw Eric who was trembling in front of him. "I don't know." Eric answered honestly, his hands clasped tightly.

"Are you afraid that Hilda will leave? Afraid that she will never go back when she sees Christine's wedding invitation in Paris." Daloga picked up the invitation on the table again, raised her hand and said to him .

"But she didn't come," Eric said. "Yes," Daloga said clearly, standing up and opening the window to let the air in the room circulate, "In her heart, the small town of Ivar has become her home."

Family?

Eric was taken aback when he heard the word, and he looked up to see the smile on Daloga's face.

"What's the matter?" Daloga, who was sitting across from him, asked with a smile. "Nothing." Eric looked down at the wedding invitation again, stood up and threw the invitation into the burning fire.

Eric stood by the fireplace, red firelight reflected in his golden pupils.He nodded to Daroja, put on his cloak and went to the door.

"Are you leaving now?" Daloga asked with some doubts. "Well," Eric put on the black hat and said, "Welcome to the small town of Ivar as a guest."

"Oh! I will definitely go!" Daloga waved goodbye to him with a smile.

And Eric didn't return to Ivar immediately, he went to the depths of the street - the bakery where Hilda had been.This was the first time he entered through the main entrance, and he stretched out his hand to gently push open the white wooden door, and the bell on the door frame rang.

"Welcome to Mrs. Irene's bakery." Annie said when she came out and saw the guests who had just entered.

Eric saw Anne who looked familiar, and asked politely, "Do you know Hilda?" "Oh, sir, I know Hilda." Anne became excited when she heard Hilda's name , she asked anxiously, "Sir, do you know where Hilda is now?"

"I don't know." Eric replied, and he looked up to see Mrs. Irene coming down the stairs. "Oh... I thought you knew where Hilda was, I'm so sorry." Annie said sadly with her head down, and she turned and went back to the baking room.

When Mrs. Irene heard them mention Hilda's name, she asked worriedly, "Sir, do you know where Hilda is?" "I don't know, but I have friends who should be able to find her."

"Great! I have something to give her." Mrs. Irene returned to the room, handed a box to Eric in her hand, and said, "This is something she didn't take away. I sorted it out. I hope You can deliver it to Hilda for me." "I will, ma'am." Eric took the wooden box.

"Would you like some bread?" Mrs. Irene asked. "No." He pushed open the wooden door and left the bakery.

He took the wooden box, rode on his horse and headed east - he no longer had any nostalgia for Paris, and now he just wanted to reach the small town of Yvars as soon as possible.