Is this the legendary ’Three Stops of a Mont’?
Without even opening the door, Fu Qian could imagine the scene behind it.
Because the efficiency was simply too high, the argunts among the three giants of the Fallen Star were still heated.
The basis for this judgnt was the shout just now, which was undoubtedly the voice of the fiery female giant.
It seed that she finally couldn’t hold back and joined the fray.
Not a surprising developnt, the only thing slightly interesting was the title she ntioned.
Given his recent encounters with the Witch, the title "Death Star" seed not only imposing but also quite fitting.
However, the Witch’s actions were smooth as silk, not even bothering to listen to opposing views, she simply froze the Nightmare once again.
It’s not surprising if you think about it slightly; in the current context, "Death Star" isn’t sothing truly remarkable, most likely referring to the remaining giant of the Four Titans.
Not to ntion, the Witch had specifically focused on Rielertin before, so it was perfectly normal for her to be familiar with the nicknas of the Four Giants of the Fallen Star.
She had been wondering why one person was missing, and it now seed they had indeed disappeared.
It’s a peculiar piece of news, and it’s largely speculated to be related to the great fusion of the Nightmare.
But on the one hand, it’s not bizarre, and on the other hand, the tone of the giantess’s question wasn’t to deeply explore, but simply to question Xia’s actions.
There really wasn’t much nutritional value to listening in on this, and it wasn’t worth the ti.
On the other hand, the erosion from the Puppetry Workshop seed to have more uncontrollable risks.
Squeak—
At the sound of the door opening, the Witch already arrived at the pond.
The black waters churned, and a familiar Spring Bird reappeared.
...
"It might take so ti, you can chat with Ailuo for a bit."
With the Spring Bird wound up again, the seamless transition continued.
Wooden rocking horses, toy houses, everything in sight was filled with childlike charm, and in the next mont, the two were in the Puppetry Workshop.
Even the landing point was precise; Fu Qian could see that brown-haired figure once more.
And the Witch even gave a suggestion similar to last ti, indicating with the Covenant Book in her hands that he could step forward to communicate.
At the sa ti, Fu Qian could notice that the book held by the Witch had already undergone a special transformation.
Similar to the Guardian Angel’s earlier movents, the patterns on the book’s cover looked alive, subtly moving, albeit to a much smaller extent.
Perhaps that’s why the Witch said it would take a while.
It was understandable, being a new subject after all.
Even though the feasibility was proven, given the fragile nature of this place, acting cautiously was a reasonable choice.
"Alright."
Nodding in agreent, Fu Qian once again followed suit, stepping forward.
...
Still with her back to them, the brown-haired Ailuo remained unaware of the two who suddenly appeared.
As he walked up behind her, Fu Qian noticed that what she was working on this ti was different.
Previously, she had been inspecting the toy house, but this ti Ailuo was crouched there, fiddling with a skirted rag doll.
The color of the gauze skirt was pure white, matching the hue of her arm that was exposed as she raised it.
"Hello, Ailuo."
Faced with this scene, after observing for a mont, Fu Qian greeted her without any sense of interrupting her work.
Even the greeting was identical to last ti.
"Ah—"
This ti, her level of ntal engagent seed to be higher, leading to a greater fright from the voice behind her.
Ailuo’s body gave a small jolt before she suddenly turned around.
"Hello..."
The response was as consistent as always.
Facing a flamboyantly dressed stranger, her emotions cald quite quickly.
"Do you need help?"
Not only that, but in the next mont, she proactively expressed goodwill.
"I do."
Fu Qian nodded, and up to this point, the exchange was fairly normal.
"The weather is nice today."
However, in the next mont, the conversation took a leap, not to a more profound point but was crudely copied and pasted from previous dialogue.
"...Indeed it is, but it’s a bit too hot."
And Ailuo’s reaction was similarly casual, responding with a slightly different tone, repeating her past answer.
"Could it be your work clothes? They do look a bit too thick, though safety protection is also important."
With an unchanged expression, Fu Qian continued with the senseless words.
This ti, the Witch was clearly busy behind and couldn’t intervene—
"Are you looking for the Deer Car? You can try going upstairs and find a house with a blue roof."
Yet the world’s wonder lies in this; this ti, the ntal leap ca from Ailuo herself.
In the next mont, she seed to break through the constraints of ti and spatial thought, "perceiving" Fu Qian’s intention and directly providing assistance.
The conversation forcibly returned to its previous track.
...
So familiar, yet so astonishing.
Was this how the Witch felt back then? Certainly hard to comnt.
At that mont, Fu Qian said nothing, but imagined a particular scene in his mind.
To the Witch, such scenarios must have been experienced many tis.
The lack of substance in a topic doesn’t an it’s aningless, and in his previous interaction with Ailuo, he did gain a lot.
Perhaps this ti, the Witch’s suggestion, in Fu Qian’s view, had no explicit purpose, truly belonging to the "feel free to explore" category.
But if he actually did as suggested, it would undoubtedly enhance his understanding of the Witch’s feelings about this place.
If last ti, encountering Ailuo was a natural interaction, then this ti certain things were utterly exposed.
This place indeed seed to revolve around the "story" of the Deer Car.
No matter how natural and vivid Ailuo’s tone and deanor were, her existence’s purpose was to guide others upstairs, to find more information about the Deer Car from the house with the blue roof.
The Witch who discovered this place back then could have easily noticed this as well.
Like an intruder in a continuously repeated story, knowing every character’s plot and lines.
To the extent that the more personified the interaction, the more genuine the contrast it brought.
Further, it brings the realization that solitude is eternal—though now it’s not eternal anymore.
Because among those experiencing this feeling, it now includes himself.
And even further, it seems they could read the story together.
"Thank you, Ailuo."
Nonetheless, Fu Qian still rembered to be polite.
While pondering, he nodded in thanks to the guiding woman.
"You’re welco—"
Yet, the mont Ailuo attempted a few courteous phrases, her expression froze on her face.
Everything stopped, frozen at this mont, as the scene of ti stopping appeared once more.
"Alright."
The Witch had already co to his side, raising the book in her hand as a signal.
At the sa ti, the scene shattered, and upon reformation, they were once again standing by the familiar Black Water Pond.
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