Sanxiao glanced at it and said casually: "Animal messengers are really rare. Since the Internet appeared, most monsters have learned to surf the Internet. This ancient method has long been eliminated except for some old guys."

Andaoyuan looked at Ota Hime who had just finished her meal and was addicted to the Internet, and he had to agree more.

After a moment, the housekeeper of the Principality of Bavaria came over and took out a small envelope from the pigeon's feet, and poured some exquisite rice for the pigeon as a reward.

He opened the envelope, looked at the two lines at the beginning, and handed it to Andauyuan: "Mr. An, this was sent to you by His Excellency Charles Andauyuan, so it will be inconvenient for me to read it."

Perhaps there are not many people in this land who know that Mr. Andrew likes to watch stars in the cold spring moon, but no matter what, the Grand Duke Mansion must have secretly authorized it.

Therefore, the old butler who has served this duke's mansion for 30 years is naturally familiar with it.

Andaoyuan nodded, said calmly, I understood, and then opened the envelope.

On the other side, Sanxiao quickly took the laptop away from her white thighs, came next to him, and said, "Show me."

Fortunately, she is the only one here now, Xue Qingchen went out with Shiyin to purchase Munich's specialties.

Shiyin is preparing to bring some small ornaments to the grandma who opened the Maedada convenience store as a gift. After all, if nothing is gone at home, she will borrow it from the grandma.

"That old Mr. Andrew is the great star wizard you said to live in the woods."

"To be precise, it is an astronomer, like you, a scientist lady who is a rune master." Andauyuan said humorously, while opening the letter, which was written in it very simple, with only two lines:

"Pursuing the little girl who misses her father as a grandfather is not an easy thing to calculate the star track. Mr. An, I need your help, and of course, my friends are very welcome."

Although Old Andrew is very cold to strangers, he can tell that he really spoils his "little granddaughter" Daisy very much if he can write such a passage.

Just so happened that the lost remains had not been explored on the snow-covered western peaks of the Alps.

Now it's time to move on to the next step.

After reading the letter, Sanxiao turned her head and asked him, "Are you going to set off?"

Andaoyuan nodded, took a piece of white paper and cut it into small letter paper. He picked up a pen and finished writing the reply a few times. He stood up from the wooden couch, stuffed it into the dove's letter tube by the window in the distance, and said calmly: "When Shiyin and Xue come back, it's time for us to leave."

Miss Scientist also needs to debug virtual reality equipment in Munich, but she is not a person who is dragging on:

"Then I wish you a smooth journey in advance. See you in Tokyo again. Then I will ask you to enjoy the cherry blossoms."

“That’s natural.”

Andaoyuan looked at the white dove flying away from the window, calm and free and easy. Life is a long road for him. Walking at every fork on the road, you will meet different people.

Sanxiao said something seriously: "It sounds unconvincing, but I just took it seriously."

"Don't forget."

She added another sentence.

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The future may be as written in Peter Meer's passage in the 'The Year of Provence'.

(Compared with the long and dark winter days in Britain and the misty summer, my wife and I talked about this idea from time to time, while repeatedly admiring photos of rural farms and vineyards with infinite yearning eyes, dreaming of waking up in the sunshine that slanted into the window in the early morning. Now, sometimes even we ourselves cannot believe that our dream is right in front of us.

We fulfilled our promise to ourselves: we bought a house in Provence, began to study French diligently, bid farewell to everything in the past, and brought two dogs to come here leisurely as foreigners.)

Maybe by then, you will definitely encounter a beautiful scenery.

That was Peter Mel's answer to Flaubert's article and Andauyuan's answer.

Of course, he didn't say it, probably because, compared to the conversation between Flaubert and Peter Mel a century ago, he and Mitsuko Yelan would always meet again.

Then he became silent.

The group of people in Hyacinth left Munich was also quiet. In addition to the Duke of Bavaria expressed regret and Madame Luna expressed her reluctance to the poem, only the strings that were twirled in the hand of the bard by the river were left.

Andauyuan discovered now that he was the representative of the paper-painted organization from France. Of course, at this moment he was just a street performer.

There is no difference from pedestrians coming and going.

The meaning of extraordinary does not mean being separated from the real world, but rather being further thinking about life and existence.

Just like Xue loves food, Oda Hime lies lazy in the back seat of the carriage and brushes her mobile phone, Shi Yin likes to plant flowers and loves all the romantic and vital life itself.

It is also like the car window that Andoyuan rolled down at this moment, and the instant glance of the minstrel in the distance.

The bard chuckled as if he had noticed this pure black Rolls-Royce painted with the flag of the Grand Duke, and as if he had only noticed Andoroyuan's sight.

But he was not moved by it.

Instead, he fiddled with the organ in his hand and sang melodiously the poems belonging to the ancient Greek philosopher Plato:

(You sit under this pine tree of boys,

The dense leaves will rustle when the west wind blows,

Just next to this gurgling stream, my lyre has sunk into my dreamland

...)

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"What an elegant performance." Sonia drove the car and took the departure of Hyacinth Guest. When she saw this scene, she really felt something.

Perhaps as the northern border of Europa, poetry and freedom are both parts of this civilization that cannot be concealed.

Shiyin also nodded: "That gentleman who painted the paper has a very pleasant sound of playing the piano."

In this way, the pure black Rolls-Royce Benz was in the pine needle forest in Northern Europe, and finally, with the sound of tires rubbing against the ground, drew a handsome semicircle in place and stopped flowing.

"There is Master Andrew's wooden house in front of me, and I'll send it here. I wish you all the best."

Sonia performed a standard knight's gift, then put on a pair of sunglasses, and stepped on the accelerator. The dark black mechanical horse under her body roared and left their sight with an extremely excellent starting speed of 200 mph in three seconds.

There is nothing to do with the still cold pine needle forest in the northern border.
Chapter completed!