Chapter 35 Children's Friendship
Chapter 35 Children's Friendship
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"White fog filled the air and blizzard covered the mountain tops"
"A cold wind blows across the empty wilderness"
"The sky is clear and the scenery in the distance is invisible"
“You should know that He is here.”
"My children who are still struggling in despair, do not approach the endless wasteland in the north, where even time disappears."
"My blessed children, do not approach the Blue King's residence. The snowfields he rules are lifeless."
"Loneliness sings loudly, showing its desolate country"
"The wind and snow dance in the sky, just like the king is all alone."
"My beloved children, please do not leave my arms and do not get close to the evil god who represents destruction!"
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The little boy always has some secrets, just like the narrow path he secretly dug in his own garden at the turn of spring and summer to lead to another place.
When the warm wind from the Sonia Sea finally reached Trier after passing through numerous obstacles, summer had already begun for more than a month. This was the most comfortable season of the year except for early autumn. The social season in Intis was about to begin, the nobles changed into relatively light spring clothes, and all kinds of precious seafood and fruits and vegetables were about to appear on their tables.
——Of course, these were nothing to Trenor. Others thought fresh fruits and cooked food were delicious, but he could taste all kinds of delicious fruit cakes, yogurt, magical drinks and delicious food from his father. Even the current popular uncle Gustav would come to eat at the back door every now and then.
With the help of the cakes and snacks his father made for him, he quickly established a good relationship with his new friend, the second son of Uncle Gustav.
After all, Ciel is different. Having an outstanding sister always adds pressure to people. Although Ciel doesn't say it actively, Trena can still feel a lot of fatigue and helplessness from her words and deeds - "I'm just not as good as my sister, what can I do?" - and he is the only child in the family. He inherited his mother's liveliness and cheerfulness, and had to complete the boring royal schoolwork on time every day. The two children quickly became familiar with each other.
The mysterious route that Treanor used to sneak out of the house was: through the narrow bushes → squeeze through the gap in the railings → climb up the largest oak tree in the garden, through its thick branches to the roof of the greenhouse → climb down the wall along the decorations to meet Charles at the agreed place.
This was a very physically demanding task, but as a natural hunter, it was not too difficult for Traynor.
This route is just right for a child who just turned 8, but it is obvious that it will be abandoned in a year or two.
Treanor put the small cloth bag with biscuits in his arms, and nimbly climbed over the grass and fences. At the top of the oak tree trunk, he saw a cat resting there leisurely, with amber eyes staring at him. It was an acquaintance, or a familiar cat, a demon driven by his father, his playmate, and his future messenger.
"Don't tell Dad, okay?" Treanor felt a little guilty. "I'll treat you to some fresh sashimi later."
The cat tilted its head and looked at him for a while, then turned its head away, as if it didn't want to care. Treanor always felt that the look in its eyes revealed a meaning that he didn't quite understand, but it seemed to be disdaining him.
But he couldn't care less, because Charles was still waiting for him! Charles's mother always kept a close eye on him, and it was not easy for him to sneak out. If he couldn't return on time, he would be criticized.
All adults don't want children to run around outside, but children always regard sneaking out into the outside world as a great adventure. Traynor jumped onto the roof of the greenhouse along the thick and reliable branches, making only the sound of a small stone falling to the ground. The roof is half brick and half beautiful glass. It rained at night, and a crisp green leaf remained in the dark gray gutter. The maids in the greenhouse are taking care of various flowers, which will appear in vases throughout the mansion in the future.
It was a warm afternoon, and the air was filled with a strong sense of sleep. It wasn't every day that there was something to do in the greenhouse. The young and skillful maids chatted quietly while working, and laughed softly.
The biscuits in his arms were still warm, emitting an alluring caramel aroma. Trey walked across the rooftop lightly and quickly, without making a sound. He swiftly came to the wall and quickly climbed down according to the position of each protruding stone brick on the wall in his memory, like a clever squirrel. He was so proud of the success of this adventure that he didn't notice that his next foothold had climbed up a short piece of ivy at some point -
"Eh?!"
boom! Snapped!
"Oh!"
Falling from a height of two or three meters certainly wouldn't hurt a hunter, and Treanor subconsciously took protective action, but ended up bumping into a kid below who was trying to catch him. The two kids, who were less than twenty years old in total, were knocked unconscious and rolled away from the wall.
"It hurts! Why are you here? Ouch, didn't I tell you to wait for me at the corner?"
After a while of dizziness, Treanor suddenly jumped up from the ground. The good news was that, thanks to his mother's hunter training, he had no skin injuries except a little pain in his back! The bad news was: his back and sleeves were stained with dust on the ground, and he would definitely be discovered if he went back!
"I, I was trying to help you. I saw you fell down."
Charles touched his sore elbow, his expression a little aggrieved. As a generalist, he didn't have much memory of pain. Even when the tutor's test results were not ideal, his mother would just sigh, comfort him, and then pat his palms a few times.
The not-so-small noise attracted the attention of the maids in the greenhouse. Treanor keenly heard the sound of the glass door sliding on the second-floor balcony. He quickly pulled up Charles, crouched against the wall, and trotted in the blind spot of the maids until he came to the secret base where they always agreed to meet - an abandoned hut in the corner outside the manor.
"I brought you milk biscuits and cheesecake. Your dad didn't make the Oreos you wanted today."
Treanor could not wait to take out the small cloth bag and spread it out on the small square table with a broken leg. The royal family members and the children of the most powerful upstarts were sitting on the floor. In the sweet smell of milk and cake, Charles swallowed and took out a handful of parts from his pocket.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I remember how to assemble it..." The little generalist muttered to himself, grabbing a pile of brass and silver parts that were so fine that Treanor was dizzy, and putting them into his fleshy hands. He assembled them with great concentration, and soon, like magic, he rubbed out an exquisite model from his palm. The main body of the model was silver-white, with an open-air driving seat, a golden front end, and a propeller. Treanor recognized this, because there was such a part on the airship in his grandmother's arsenal! And the oval main body extended long thick metal sheets on both sides, and there was a bracket with rollers underneath.
"It's so beautiful!" The little hunter sincerely admired the exquisite craftsmanship. The small model was cool to the touch, and the surface was a comfortable frosted texture. It was obvious who made it. "But what is this?"
"Well...it's called an airplane. Dad named it. This word, like the airship and the steam engine, was also invented by Dad."
Charles picked up a piece of cheesecake, looked at its size, and wanted to eat it in three bites in a reserved manner, but thinking that he was in front of his good friend, he simply opened his mouth wide and stuffed it all in one go: "Dad said that this is what he wanted - a new type of (chewing chewing) weapon, piloted by one person, more flexible and maneuverable than an airship, can carry a steam machine gun, and burn a certain energy source to provide power." He finally swallowed the cheesecake, and reached out to the milk biscuits with an unsatisfied look, "Dad said that it has been designed. As long as we find a suitable energy source, we can immediately put it into production and test flight. If successful, it will shine in the future war. Maybe we can also develop a special manned aircraft for travel, and it will fly faster than a steamship."
"You craftsmen are really amazing. You always have so many wonderful ideas and can put them into reality." Trena's eyes sparkled when he heard about the war. In recent years, Intis has been developing rapidly. The whole country is full of people fanatically following the Son of Steam and eager to expand the territory. Trena, who is a royal family and a hunter family, was born in such an environment. Naturally, he is looking forward to the glorious road he is destined to embark on.
“Dad is the best craftsman.”
Speaking of this, Charles was a little proud, but soon he became depressed and muttered to himself: "...Alas, why am I Dad's son? My sister is so outstanding. Everyone says she is beautiful and smart, and is more suitable to inherit Dad's title than me. Mom said that when my sister was my age, she could write and read fluently, but now I can't even write well... I want to be an excellent craftsman, but my father is the greatest craftsman of this era. I am destined to never be as good as him."
Traynor's eyebrows knitted together.
This friend of mine is good at everything. He can do handicrafts and make a beautiful wreath out of some branches and vines. He is quiet and gentle, unlike his other cousins, who all fight with each other as soon as they meet to build relationships, or are so proud that they wish they could grow two eyes on their chins to look at people - they dare not say a word in front of their father, but they are so united in bullying me - but I digress. Charles' problem is that he never knows when he will suddenly start to feel sorry for himself, give up on himself, and then give up thinking and squat in a corner muttering to himself.
"...Of course. After all, there has only been one genius like Uncle Gustav in the Fifth Epoch!"
Treanor couldn't help but defend his friend. Seeing that Charles wanted to speak, he immediately grabbed two biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth, and continued to express his views: "It is true that Uncle Gustav was the only one who invented the steam engine! He is also the only son of steam! But did he invent all the props we have now in our lives?!"
"Isn't it..."
"Don't interrupt me!" The hunter raised his voice and slammed the table. "Was this invented by Uncle Gustav?"
"no……"
"What about this?" Traynor patted the carpet he was sitting on.
"Not at all."
"That's right. Not everything was invented by uncle. Before uncle was born, other craftsmen had been making daily necessities!" Perhaps because royal families have a gift for speaking passed down through their blood, Trena spoke eloquently and even moved himself. "Doesn't the hard work of other craftsmen count? Before Uncle Gustav was born, they were the ones who transformed the world! You will be a craftsman in the future, too! Charles, no matter how good you are, you are one of the reformers of the world!"
Charles' eyes became brighter and brighter. He suddenly lowered his head and wiped his eyes violently, so fast that Trena almost didn't see it clearly.
"I, I understand." Ciel choked up for some reason. "I will work hard to become an excellent craftsman! I will do what I can to help others and follow the church and God diligently."
"That's right." Treana was extremely relieved. Feeling his throat was a little dry, he began to think about finding something to drink when he got back.
Seeing his friend sitting back down and carefully putting away the airplane model, Charles rolled his eyes and whispered, "Dad has been going to your house through the back door lately. Did he talk to Uncle Edward about anything?"
Treanor seemed to be thinking about something. "I don't know. Usually, my mother and father go to entertain Uncle Gustav, and I take this opportunity to sneak out and play, just like now." He reacted, his expression suddenly became a little fierce, and he shouted in a low voice, "Charles! Did your sister ask you to ask?!"
Even if an eight-year-old child makes a ferocious expression as if he wants to kill his friend on the spot, it will not scare others. But if the person on the other side is also eight years old, it will still be very intimidating.
"I, I, I, my sister saw me when I was running back!"
Charles quickly protested his innocence, and without thinking twice, he told his sister's "conspiracy" in its entirety, in order to comfort his only true friend: "My sister said that if I don't agree to her, I should tell mom! My sister is always like this, she likes to worry about other things! What does adult affairs have to do with us? She actually wants to develop me into... a spy! Yes, a spy!"
"Don't ask next time!" Treanor said in an angry voice. From his rather scary expression and tone, as well as the intimidation he learned without a teacher, one can vaguely see the shadow of the immature "war maniac" thirty years later. But after being fierce to Charles, he saw that the other party looked like he was about to cry, so he quickly slowed down his voice to make amends, "I know! Don't cry, it's not your fault! I won't talk to you like this next time!"
"I really don't know what my father and uncle talked about... Oh, right! My mother told me yesterday that when I grow up, she will take me to travel to other countries, such as Feynaport and the Southern Continent. She also said that maybe I won't need a passport by then. I don't know what that means."
"Hmm... no passport required? You mean you can go directly?" Charles thought for a moment, "I don't quite understand..."
"Well, never mind. What does the adults' business have to do with us?" Treanor said, imitating the other person's behavior, and reached out to the remaining cake and cookies, "If you don't eat it, I will!"
"No, didn't you say you would leave it to me?"
TBC
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Writing these foreshadowings and extra plots is particularly difficult...
*These are some stories that once happened, were warm and beautiful, but were then shattered by reality and finally buried deep in the memories of the living.
(End of this chapter)