Fantasyland: Oriental Morning Star

After the doorman conveyed his intention and made an announcement, Qiming finally waited for Miss Mary Susan, who was dressed in a red velvet coat.

"I don't have to apologize, it's time for me to finish reading, and you're a friend of Locke?".

"That's right. "

"It's hard to believe... I thought Locke would never make new friends other than his comrades. "

Susan looked at the young Qiming with some curiosity, if it weren't for Locke's handwritten letter and the mayor's seal, she would have thought that the other party was here to entertain her.

"Is this your daughter?".

When Susan saw Alice at first sight, she was attracted by her beautiful appearance.

She had seen many beautiful people, but neither the royal princess nor the Holy See was a tenth of the size of this blonde girl.

Alice was so beautiful, she couldn't imagine how beautiful the other mother's mother would be.

"Hello~".

"Good evening, beautiful little one, can you tell me your name?".

Alice greeted Susan softly in Qiming's arms.

The cute child made her let her guard down, and she greeted Alice with a smile on her face.

"My name is Alice Margot Royd. "

"It's like a fairy tale princess!".

With a sigh of emotion, Susan handed a key to a knight beside her.

There is a house in her name that has never been inhabited, whether it is for the friendship of an old friend or the lovely Alice, and Susan is willing to lend it to the young father in front of her.

"If you were a lady, I would definitely invite you and your daughter to live in my home. "

"Thank you very much, Ms. Susan. "

Bidding farewell to Mary Susan, Qiming led Alice and the knight to the two-story house near the square.

Because of the frequent cleaning, there is no noticeable dust in the area, and the view is very good, and you can see the entire street from the window on the second floor.

"Let's go, Alice, we're going to be here for some time. "

After cleaning up with a little magic again, Qiming took out his luggage and began to decorate Alice's room.

Actually, it's luggage, but it's more like a small toolbox.

The chest is filled with all sorts of intricate parts and cute clothes, which Alice uses to make her dolls.

"Ahh

Seeing that Qiming was about to open his suitcase, Alice hurriedly snatched it from his hand.

The unique parts were all invented by herself, and they were essential for her to become a magician.

"When my daughter is older, I don't need an old father anymore~".

"You're pretending to be pathetic again. "

Seeing that Qiming was about to pretend to be pitiful again to deceive his comfort, Alice, who had been fooled several times, immediately said that she had already seen through his plan.

"Ah, comfort the poor old man a little. "

"You're not old at all, and last time Grandpa John almost took me for your sister. "

As Alice said, if the two of them were walking down the road holding hands, everyone would think that they were brother and sister.

"Although my appearance has not changed, I am more than 2,000 years old. "

Qiming hugged Alice and rubbed her soft face intimately.

"Mother said that if the heart is not old, it is forever young. "

That's true, but whoever has been through it for so long can't have changed at all. "

The youthful frivolity that just crossed that time, and then the casualness later. Since the successful establishment of Gensokyo, Qiming has gradually moved closer to the old man.

Although Yakumo Murasaki also said that he was forever 18 years old, his mentality was that he would never go back to that time no matter what.

"Alright, dinner has been eaten, let's go to bed after tidying up in a while. "

"Okay, but I'm going to listen to your story, father!"

There was a Yuelin in the family before, and later Pa Qiuli came. Alice wanted to be alone with her father for some time, but she was too embarrassed to say anything in the presence of others.

And this trip to Woking Town was also for her own wishes, and she hadn't heard her father's bedtime story for herself in a long time.

"My beautiful little princess, what story would you like to hear?".

A little story before going to bed, if her daughter thinks about it, Qiming will naturally not refuse. He smiled and carried Alice to the bed, then sat down next to her.

"I also want to hear the story of your acquaintance with your mother!".

"No problem!".

After thinking about it for a while, Qiming was ready to tell Alice this story that he had told many times.

But as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted again.

"Wait a minute! Shanghai wants to hear this story too!"

Just like Alice, the Shanghai puppet poked its head out of the quilt and quietly listened to Qiming's story.

"At that time, I had just arrived at the Takamagahara ...... under the leadership of Yongrin."

Seeing that the two young audience members were ready, Qiming also began his performance.

At first, Alice listened energetically, but as the dull passage and the dangerous battle began, her eyes became more and more hazy.

"Good night, dear Alice. "

It wasn't until the princess fell asleep peacefully that Qiming gently kissed her on the forehead with a warm smile.

After making sure that the other party was covered with a quilt, he quietly left the place.

"There's a study here?"

After brewing a cup of coffee, Qiming wanted to sort out his thoughts. However, a study was found at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

The door was unlocked, and he just turned the handle slightly to open it.

It wasn't dusty inside, and although there were only two rows of bookshelves on either side, it still caught Qiming's attention.

"Records from the time of the Hundred Years' War. "

Although it has been yellowed a little, its history is not very old.

It records some events from the Hundred Years' War and even the deeds of Joan of Arc.

"The hero of the enemy, the enemy of mine. "

Back then, Qiming had seen and communicated with the girl from the countryside, and the other party was not as evil and lewd as written in the book.

Joan of Arc doesn't have a Takeuchi face, she's just an ordinary girl who wants to save her country.

After flipping through a few pages at random, Qiming put it in its place.

On the other side of the shelf with storybooks, a storybook with a blood-colored cover caught his eye.

"The Legend of Dracula... Interesting. "

After taking a sip of coffee, Qiming sat down at his desk and began to read.

After just a few pages, he realized that the book did not look like a story, let alone a history that was not known to ordinary people.

It's like "The Origin of Gensokyo" written by the son of Goari.