Hey Timothy Grail

The train on the [Boundary] that was originally traveling in another world is now standing still, which is enough to show that this is not just a natural ferocity.

The inside of the car was slowly, slowly, eroded by the cold wave.

That's probably what the radio said about "ensure your own safety".

Olga Marie guessed so without fear of the worst malice.

"What about the rest……"

"...It seems that they don't realize the seriousness of the problem now."

Following Fang Han's line of sight, Matthew even saw a few passengers who passed out drunk in front of the bar.

No, not drunk...more like forced to pass.

Little Eggplant's intuition told himself that the gradually intruding cold air not only affects the temperature, but also takes away the human spirit like a devil's breath.

Every second is cutting.

Everyone's life is like a candle in the wind.

Every penny is lost.

"……Well."

Matthew suddenly felt very nervous, as if a stone was stuck in his throat.

Not only was he unable to breathe, but his internal organs seemed to be gradually clenched by a black hand.

But the next moment.

This illusion of the heart being clenched has disappeared without a trace.

Ah, it's the senior's hand.

Both hands reached out to the child.

The familiar big hand is like the scorching sun in winter, whenever you hold it, it will make you warm and bright.

But in the next second, Mash came back to his senses instantly.

Is this an illusion, or do I really think so.

Holding Fang Han and Li Xiang's hands tightly, Matthew frowned her beautiful eyebrows.

however.

The little girl with a messy head hasn't worked up the courage to ask the two seniors about her inner girlish feelings.

However, following Fang Han's dignified gaze, another figure appeared in the room.

"Little girl, can you see it too?"

The woman in white, surrounded by bright red roses, seemed to be eyeing her master... Not communicating with her eyes, but feeling her gaze, she was taken aback suddenly, and then the corners of her mouth drew a very nice curve.

Huh?

Can't everyone see it?

Obviously that kind of indescribable, shocking and peerless beauty appeared in front of everyone, but neither Coles nor the big star could see the appearance of the woman in front of her.

On the other hand, Reinis in the corner, and Mustard Seed, who had been drinking tea, frowned uncomfortably.

It seems to be troubled by something.

of course.

I don't know what it looks like in the eyes of others, but in Matthew's perspective.

The woman in white stood there so naturally, as if she didn't appear suddenly, but stood there all the time, only showing her figure by chance.

Mash stared blankly at the wind that sneaked in through the window and swayed the hair decorated with roses.

"You are……?"

She remembered what the carthand had said.

- acting manager.

After the former manager left, he has been guarding the magic eye collection train, and even the staff of the train seldom saw the person who sent Fang Han a bouquet of roses before.

She was negotiating something with her senior, and she seemed very reluctant.

Matthew knew in her heart that most likely she was taken advantage of by her master again.

after all.

This is no longer something that happens once or twice.

There were local tyrants in the Middle East before, and Irish migrant workers later.

The original saint is really sinful!Color embryo eggplant, thought so unexpectedly.

This poor Mr. Manager was definitely blackmailed by Mr. Master!

Just when Matthew realized this, the figure of the woman had disappeared.

Just like when I saw her for the first time, she disappeared so suddenly but so naturally.

Instead, "Not in a day—!"

Someone rushed forward and threw Matthew and Fang Han onto the soft sofa together.

"It's like three autumns!!"

It was an unimaginable, overly intimate gesture.

They are out of tune with the magical blizzard and this mysterious train—or they strayed into the rhythm of a daily school romance.

In Matthew's impression, there is only one person who is quite suitable for him, and that is——

"Hmm, hum, it's Miss Yvette! How are you all?"

As expected, twin ponytails dyed pink appeared in front of everyone.

"Sorry, something's going on right now."

"Ah woo woo woo, you're too indifferent! Hey, don't rush to push me?!"

Mash wanted to break free from someone's hug immediately, but the girl caught the two of them with her thigh right at the right moment.

Then Yvette stared at the helpless Fang Han, and tilted her head.

"Hmm?! Mr. Fang Han, don't you want people to disturb your sweet moment with Little Eggplant?"

"No, actually I have something to do..."

"Uh-huh-huh, in front of the clear, clear, clear, my emotional eyes! Don't think there are any secrets!"

Yvette lifted the blindfold and smiled proudly.

Beneath the eyepatch, a worked gemstone, the finely polished green malachite, shone.

The demonic light shone in the girl's triumphant chuckle, and even Mash, who didn't know much about gems, swallowed because of it.

Not to mention Miss Tohsaka, who is next to her with round eyes, she is just short of the rhythm of packing up a certain girl with a second-year illness.

"Forget it, your magic eyes, can't you see the lady in front of me just now?"

"Ah, is there anyone? I'm sorry, my magic eye is artificially created, was there anyone here just now?"

The brilliance in Yvette's eyes shone brightly.

"Yes, you almost hugged three people with one arm."

After the bland response, Fang Han raised his foot and prepared to ruthlessly throw the blindfolded girl on the sofa.

Seeing this, the girl hurriedly said.

"Wait, wait, wait! Wait a minute! I have something to discuss with you! You see, that's why I asked this person to come with me—"

"……Yes."

The person behind seemed to nod.

It was Carabor Frampton of the Church of the Holy Church.

It seems that Yvette brought this old man with the magic eye of past sight.

"You also found something unusual?"

Facing this person, Fang Han was very interested, which was the consistent impression of him as a priest. .

"Yes, I'm afraid we are now in danger."

Although I really want to complain about the indecent posture of the three people in front of me, but I can't deny that the longer the debate drags on, the more frequent the gazes gather.

Mr. Father nodded helplessly: "I think we need to get together and tide over the difficulties together."

"However, we don't need it."

Gudazi walked out triumphantly, and then looked out the window:

"Wow, Mr. Fang Han! There are trees outside, trees!"

She waved her arms in a panic, then rushed to the window

"Isn't it normal that there are trees outside the window?"

Coles also came to Lixiang's side, and the next second, he was shocked instantly: "Damn, what is this?!"

Outside the window is the heavy snow, and there are vines that block out the sun even more than the weather.

No, that's not a vine anymore.

In the thinking of normal people, it is absolutely impossible to have the kind of forest sea that grows to be hundreds of meters long and connects into one piece.

however.

In the eyes of Fang Han and other magicians, although they are facing a big enemy, they are still not moved:

"That's right, it is indeed a tree, but to be precise, it is the product of the legendary Seventh Dead Apostle—Fuhailin Anaxiu."

"The Seventh Dead Apostle?!" Olga Marie subconsciously repeated.

"Fu Hailin. This is not only a creature that can think independently and prey, but also an inherent enchantment operated by the dead disciples with the same name.

It appears once every 50 years, attacks the gathered humans, and uses its huge magical power to nurture the fruit that grows in its depths. "