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It was like a dream. The moment I woke up from the dream, there was a "boom" in my mind and I was separated from the battlefield on the Arctic ice sheet.

In a stable at an unknown location, Fang Ran, who had woken up from a coma, opened his eyes in shock and looked at the thin, thin girl in front of him, holding a pitchfork with a somewhat weak grip on her wrist, nervously and guardedly. Look at him, this stranger who suddenly appeared.

Shabby linen clothes stained with dry horse grass,

The language I don’t understand is probably questions like ‘Who are you?

But just by having her appear in front of him again, Fangran could feel the heat still remaining in his eyes.

Whether it was the rare hair color or the pupils of the same color, the mixed-race appearance made Fangran instinctively think of the corresponding name in an instant, even if he hadn't grown up yet.

Ling...

A sense of unreal absurdity washed over his mind, causing his throat to choke and his voice to tremble as he spoke to her:

"you..."

Seeing his actions, the girl took a cautious step back, her pitchfork still pointed at Fangran, but after hearing Fangran's voice, she suddenly froze,

Then she rummaged through her memory to find the language that she thought she would never use again. Her expression was unexpected but not relaxed, and she spoke a little awkwardly and not very fluently:

"Are you... from the Far East...?"

Far East?

His mind was still blank. This was the first time he heard such a title in his jerky Chinese. Seeing her vigilant look, Fangran's movement of reaching out his hand stopped in place.

The moment his thoughts slowly became clearer, he finally woke up from the hazy state of consciousness that he had been in for an unknown length of time, and began to sort out the various unknowns that were hitting him at this moment.

The moment his eyes reached the edge of his field of vision, his pupils suddenly shrank.

For a moment, everything seemed to have an answer,

Just slightly incredible.

After remaining stunned for a few seconds, Fangran finally accepted the status quo and the fact that he was not on the ice sheet in the far north of the world.

Then he stood up and looked outside,

It's daylight.

Seeing him stand up, the horse next to him also stood up and snorted close to him.

Only then did she notice the badly damaged dark coat on his body, and the badge on his collar that was inlaid with gems and shimmering with gold.

This made the girl's already weak face even more pale. The pitchfork she was pointing at was now held in front of her, she pursed her lips and remained silent.

After touching the horse next to him, Fangran looked at the girl in a daze, not knowing what to say for a moment.

But after a long time, Fangran still took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it, perhaps to calm down the tension in his body caused by the battle against Zero Cavalry before, or perhaps from the desperate madness after being hit by that light and shadow. fanaticism,

Or maybe it's... the guilt and reluctance of being held by the figure in front of me but unable to do anything.

"able..."

Fangran opened his mouth tentatively, with caution and uneasiness for fear of scaring her. Fangran looked at the girl in front of him with his hands wrapped around cloth strips and holding a pitchfork, and spoke softly:

"Tell me where this is?"

She pursed her lips and looked at his face, as if she was digesting and understanding the meaning of his words. After a while, the girl was silent and answered:

"El."

il...

Fangran didn't know the name of the place at all. Fangran looked at the 'Ling' in front of him who he didn't know. He stopped pointing the pitchfork at him from just now, but he felt a sense of awe and caution inexplicably.

Looking at the few lines of words that contained no information at all at the edge of his field of vision, and recalling the girl's name for him who spoke Chinese as a 'Far Easterner', Fangran subconsciously asked:

"U.K?"

The pronunciation of only two words does not seem to be complicated. She obviously looks only twelve years old, but she is far more mature than her younger appearance. There is no unnecessary expression. She lowers her head and no longer looks directly at Fangran.

It seemed that because he had not used the language for a long time and was not particularly familiar with it, his pronunciation was a little strange. He pursed his lips and said:

"Italy.

"

Suddenly he was stunned, and suddenly remembered that Ling had indeed spoken Italian several times.

Indeed, speaking of Ling's hometown, it should be Italy...

etc!

The girl in front of him was obviously not the figure he knew, coupled with the sunlight outside that was not night, and Italy's unexpected but reasonable answer,

Fangran suddenly realized a key issue. He looked at the black and white Gothic dress that he didn't remember in his memory. He was wearing shabby or even tattered rough linen. His arms and legs were even wrapped with those that might have been picked up. The girl wearing the cloth asked somewhat dullly:

"What year is it now?"

It seemed to be a rather difficult question. He used a rope made of horse straw to tie his light blond, dry and shaggy hair. After understanding the meaning of Fangran's words, he found the corresponding pronunciations of the numbers bit by bit. , replied slowly and difficultly:

"16...."

Then after saying this, she saw a young man in front of her who was dressed decently and luxuriously that she could not imagine. She was stunned and froze on the spot.

There was only disbelief on his face.

1916...

The moment he heard this answer, Fangran almost thought he was hallucinating. He was stunned, caught in this sudden and incredible situation that was beyond common sense.

In 1916...

Then I am now more than a hundred years ago! ?

Wait, in 1916, that wasn't...

Three conflicts in Europe intensified, triggered by the Sarajevo incident

Fangran's eyes widened in shock. The historical knowledge from the period when he had excellent grades reminded him of the significance of this era.

The First World War! ?

I remember that Italy defected from the Central Powers and joined the Entente to declare war on Austria-Hungary...

...

The few remaining memories in his mind slowly emerged. Looking at Fang Ran standing there blankly, holding the pitchfork, the young version of 'Ling' pursed her lips, and then raised her head and looked at Fang Ran with her big light golden eyes. However, she organized a sentence that was relatively complicated for her bit by bit:

"I...can...can I leave now...?"

The crisp young voice pulled Fangran back from the shock in an instant. Hearing the girl's words that contained a 'request', he opened his mouth and felt a little stunned.

But looking at her simple clothes and the badge on her collar, she seemed to understand something.

Just a feeling of warmth in his eyes suddenly hit him.

The Ling I know is a queen who wears a beautiful black and white gothic skirt and has an exquisite and almost unreal mixed-race face. She is always aloof and disdainful of everything. She will never say such a tone.

But what was in front of me was a person who might have a hard time surviving. When he saw the way he was dressed, he cautiously asked her if he could leave.

A little girl who hasn't grown up yet.

He didn't expect it to be like this, he didn't expect Ling to be like this before, and he didn't expect Ling to live like this before.

Speaking of which, I didn't know Ling at all.

Seeing Fangran stunned once again, the girl slightly tightened her grip on the pitchfork in her hand, and then wanted to turn around and leave.

"etc!"

Fangran's voice startled her. Even though her face was still calm, her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her.

Subconsciously, he called out to the girl. A strong feeling urged Fangran, making him feel urgently that he should do something, but he was also anxious and panicked.

Instinctively, he groped for himself, trying to take out something, but he even forgot that the wallet Yelena gave him was thrown into the black box.

Fangran only took out a pack of compressed biscuits.

"That...this is for you!"

He tore open the package anxiously, as if he was afraid of the passers-by who would scare away the kitten on the wall. Fangran slowed down and walked to her, handed it to her and said cautiously:

"Can... tell me something else?"

The moment he saw the cookie in Fangran's hand, his big light golden eyes widened slightly, he couldn't help but swallow hard in his throat, and glanced at him quickly,

Then she stretched out her hesitant hand that might be retracted at any time. The moment she touched the compressed biscuit and took it into her hand, she took a big bite. To her, this dry biscuit was as if it were some delicacy, even dry. I couldn't feel it, and it was eaten by her almost quickly.

The unprecedented feeling of fullness even made her eyes light up slightly.

Fang Ran, who knew that the taste was definitely not good, kept looking at her until she finished eating and licked the crumbs from her fingers before finally suppressing the sadness that came from nowhere in her heart.

Then he slowly knelt on one knee on the dry horse grass. From this angle, he could finally look into those light golden pupils.

"Can you tell me your name?"

At the beginning of the twentieth century, in this stable somewhere in Italy,

The black-haired young man knelt on one knee and asked the girl softly, spanning a hundred years,

It's like the lonely knight in the story finally found his young queen in the vast world.

The girl, whose hands and feet were wrapped in strips of cloth, whose linen clothes were torn and old, and whose light golden ponytail still had cookie crumbs on the corners of her mouth, seemed to be very familiar with this sentence, as if someone had used this sentence before. As if practicing Chinese, she pursed her lips and answered:

"Ling, my name is Ling."

Then she, who was still cautious, saw this young man who came from nowhere and was dressed like a noble but kindly gave her delicious food. When she heard what she said, she didn't know why the corners of her eyes were red and she choked slightly. ,

"Ling, what a good name,"

But he tried his best to smile happily to himself:

"Hello, my name is Fangran."