It is said that villains never rest.

So when Siover said he was going to take a month off, Karan thought he was just saying it casually.

But he got up, connected all the addresses on his "bucket list" on a map, and went out to make phone calls.

Karan thought he might be serious.

She hasn't thought about whether people like Bai Yin Gong, Bai Xue Gong, the Queen, and the Prime Minister should take vacations.

They theoretically need to take a vacation.

But their holidays are actually also political activities. For example, the Queen's hunt, Theovi's Christmas family dinner, and Snow White's visit to the school ball.

Even in a place as camera-resistant as Thornbird Manor, it is impossible to avoid the lens of media exploration.

Karan found it almost impossible for Siovel to take a vacation.

Soon, he came back after making the phone call.

"So your plan is..." Karan asked.

Siovel opened the suitcase and placed it in front of her: "Pack your things."

Karan opened his mouth in shock.

"Shut up, you look like a salmon." Xiovel closed the box again, "Forget it, don't organize it, buy it after you leave."

"Wait!" Karan peeled off the pillowcase and stuffed the locomotive into it. She picked up the suitcase and said, "Let's go."

She looked at Xiovel and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you really going? I feel like I'm too impulsive...I don't even know the destination..."

"You choose the destination." Siovel also threw her bucket list into the suitcase, "Let's go."

Karan was taken into the car in a daze and transferred from the private airport to a plane.

When she rose thousands of feet into the air, she didn't even realize it - 30 hours ago she was grieving over various changes in fate at Capital University, and now she was on a plane heading to... Where is this?

"Where are we going?"

"Southern Seaside." Xiovel rubbed his eyebrows.

He has a cup of strong-smelling coffee at hand.

Not moved.

"Southern Seaside?"

"You wrote it on the list."

"Yes...but now it's April...it's also the monsoon belt in the South. You know what I mean, right?"

Xiovel looked at her sharply: "There is an indoor swimming pool."

April is really not a good time to travel.

Being neither cold nor hot can also make people suffer from hay fever.

The great migration of animals that Karan most wants to see won't happen until at least June.

It's a little cold in the south right now.

It's not cold enough in the north.

Many peak season projects have not yet had time to open.

"I think..." Karan hesitated.

"If you dare to tell me that you can't go anymore, I'll ask you to parachute home."

Karan picked up the coffee and took a sip to calm down.

As a result, she didn't fall asleep the whole time, and had to stare at Xiovir's tired and resting side face.

He is really hard to figure out.

Karan didn't know if he took the vacation because of her, or if he wanted to take a break and just took her with him.

Has he done anything impulsive like this before?

Maybe there is.

But it must have been many years ago.

Karan has never done anything special before.

Her life before she turned eighteen was very stable and boring.

But after meeting Xiovel, she seemed to be dragged into another painful and wonderful world. She fell in love with reading, took the initiative to integrate into like-minded groups, was willing to communicate with tutors, and even participated in the writing of a popular science book—

—This book may be circulated for many years and seen by tens of millions of students around the world.

She's done a lot of great things.

This was something she had never thought about in the past eighteen years.

Although there are many worries and pain and sadness, the "meaning" given by suffering also increases.

But admitting "good" things is simply compromising to Xiovir.

Karan would never say this out loud.

She definitely shouldn't be grateful to him.

When Karan reminded himself, he thought of Arnold again.

He was sweating profusely on those postcards, and in the background there were always patients, children, old people, smelly garbage dumps, noisy and chaotic stations, and hospitals as silent as death.

His shorts and ripped jeans have never blended into the environment so perfectly.

He actually lived a very meaningful life.

But Karan didn't know if he felt that way.

Even if he felt this way, he would not say it out loud, because that would be tantamount to admitting all his previous mistakes and compromising with his father and Karan.

He won't do this.

But he kept sending postcards.

It shows his community service - watching from a distance in the hospital, cleaning in the hospital, serenading children in the hospital.

Karan could detect a slight change.

She inferred from this that Xiovir also saw changes in her.

He might even have a sense of accomplishment.

Karan would not satisfy his mood.

She kept staring at Xiovir, determined to forget everything about the empire first. For this month, she was just a free soul with no name and no past. She didn't even want to think about Xiovir.

'Just think of him as a local companion who provides transportation.' Karan thought.

The plane landed on a private island.

When I landed on Carland Island, I saw uniformed Imperial Military Police patrolling along the coastline.

This made her a little uneasy.

"Just ignore them." Siovel glanced at the dock and pressed her sun hat down. "This is an imperial colony, and the Queen's military police will always guard here until the end of the treaty."

Karan raised his head and saw the imperial flag flying in the center of the island, which was very abrupt in the beautiful natural landscape.

The temperature on the island is nearly 30 degrees, the sea water is as blue as a gem, and the dazzling white sunlight shines on every place. There is a garden-style building in the center, and a gravel road around the island is built outside. It is very close to the nearby small equatorial country. It takes three days on a yacht.

It can be reached in five hours.

Less than two hundred years ago, the surrounding area was still deserted, with a small number of indigenous people living there.

Later, the imperial fleet rose and expanded in size, and big pirates like Davis were also recruited. They successfully opened up a path for maritime occupation for the empire. This area became a colony in modern times, and the indigenous people almost disappeared, and black slaves and

Mixed-race people have become the main component of the population.

Although many countries have been liberated in modern times, the imperial nobles still retain very bloody properties here.

For example, this island belongs to the Xiovir family.

For example, this garden building in the center of the island - Karan could not imagine how many black-haired compatriots' blood and sweat were buried here.

It is a pure white cage with an exquisite and gorgeous hollow ceiling, Greek temple-style columns and religious murals common in medieval churches. The greenhouse is filled with flowers and vines that are out of season but extremely lush.

No one in the empire would believe that it was clumsy, dirty and despicable "black slaves" who made such "arts of art".

"Why did you bring me here..." Karan stood outside the garden and refused to go in.

She felt the cold air blowing inside.

Biting to the bone, with the smell of death, more terrifying than the morgue.

The servant opened the ornate black iron door, and Xiovir asked the gendarmes to retreat. They walked through the garden along the stone path and entered deeper into the palace.

This is a small museum.
To be continued...