He gave her a proper gentleman''s salute: "I''ll trouble you to take care of everything about York mountain for me for the time being."


    "Hey, don''t worry!"


    Aunt Pamir smiled forthright and, as usual, raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder.


    As if he meant something, he turned his back and smiled in a low voice, "you can''t find things in York mountain, Franka people, under my eyes!"


    "Thank you very much!"


    Clarence nodded gratefully.


    Finally, I thought of something, "by the way, please be sure to use the ''key'' I gave you. That''s a thank-you gift I prepared for you... Including the worry free pill of that year."


    He said, suddenly hanging a faint color of guilt between the corners of his lips, "it was really..."


    "Oh, it''s been so long. Forget it!"


    Aunt Pamir laughed heartily and interrupted the man''s apology.


    He turned his face slightly and looked to the east of the sea level.


    Suddenly, he murmured with a smile, "anyway, there are some things I don''t intend to forget."


    "... so."


    Clarence raised her eyebrows and remembered the letter Pamir had quietly stuffed into his silly girl last night.


    I couldn''t help laughing.


    It seems that there is a new story to set sail with this cruise ship.


    ……


    ——[end of standard surface]——


    ……


    Hedonic system space.


    Xiang Xing was lying on the soft little cloud bed, staring blankly at the extra one in the space, a transparent cylinder like an oversized thermometer, and his face was covered with question marks.


    "What is this?"


    She tilted her little head incomprehensibly. After thinking for a while, she simply jumped out of the small cloud bed, bumped forward and looked up and down at the big cylinder.


    Um.


    On the top of the cylinder, there are actually scales with equal intervals.


    Every 10 items are marked with a number.


    The little guy opened his eyes in surprise.


    Is this really a thermometer?


    It''s too big.


    Moreover, in this super large thermometer, the strange Lavender liquid stopped inexplicably at the position of 101.


    101... Degrees Celsius?


    Xiang Xing frowned strangely.


    It''s impossible. She can cook at this temperature.


    Well, otherwise, 101 degrees Fahrenheit?


    ——But if you convert it to 101 degrees Fahrenheit, it''s about 38 degrees Celsius.


    Thinking of this, the little guy subconsciously patted his arm and cheek.


    She doesn''t have a fever, and the system space is not so hot.


    Strange.


    "... Oh, a Xing, you wake up ~"


    Xiang Xing was in a fog of water when he heard a loud cry from the horizon.


    A fat duck fluttered its small wings from the so-called "boss office" and stood firmly at her feet.


    When she found that she was staring at the new thing in front of her, the duck shook the duckling''s head and couldn''t help laughing.


    "I don''t know what this is, do I?"


    It swayed the duck''s ass and turned around, becoming a doctor duck.


    After clearing his throat, he proudly popularized science.


    "This is your life accumulation slot. We have accumulated a life of 100 years. Therefore, this thing is visualized at the main terminal, so as not to cause after-sales disputes in the future..."


    "... so it is."


    The little guy nodded suddenly.