Tia opened her eyes and saw that the dark underground water palace was no longer in front of her.

The chaotic light, the terrifying flames on the dome, the hideous Elder Isek with a hideous face... these have disappeared without a trace.

She sat above the eaves, and the sunset slowly flowed in the sky, and the fishy sea breeze blew up the colorful tents and decorative strips below.

Yinwu City is still operating as usual. People don’t even know what happened nearly a hundred meters underground, talking, swearing, and bargaining boringly.

The sunset shines on everyone's face, and things are as usual, as if the fierce battle just now has never happened.

"Someone told me this: when you look down at the city from above, it will become quiet and beautiful." Ed's voice rang behind him.

"Well, it's much more beautiful," she put her arms around her knees and pressed her cheeks against her knees.

The two of them were speechless for a moment, letting their figures gradually stretched in the sunset. In the end, Ed broke the silence first:

"You don't actually have to stop there all the time, you know?"

When he said this, he looked sideways into the rooftop with some meaning. Drake leaned behind the door and silently monitored the two of them.

"I know... maybe Isek is right."

Tia carefully peeked at the setting sun through the gap in her hair on her forehead:

"For humans, I always label them as 'elves'; for elves, I am too much like a human. Where does it belong to me?"

Ed sat down beside her, staring at the crowd below, her mouth that wanted to open was closed gently.

Finally, he could only lower his head in annoyance:

"I'm afraid...only you can find the answer."

Of course he could make a decision for her, and it was no difficulty. But Tia might regret it for the rest of her life, regretting not making another choice for the rest of her life.

"If there is a choice, I don't want to leave this city." The sunset was evident in her eyes. "It left so many memories-the old house, the old rattan chair, canned pickled olives, Mr. Waiklo, our home...and you, Ed, you are the container of all this."

Ludwig Wycolow…Ed knew very little about his adoptive father. This was a rare opportunity, and he had to talk to Tia about it:

"I can't remember, Tia, who is our adoptive father, Ludwig Wycolow?"

"What should he say... sword-brows, hooked nose, thin cheeks, and thin lips with white beard."

Tia's eyebrows and eyes drooped, and from time to time, she emitted a slight reflection in the twilight:

"In my impression, he always looks old and tired, rarely angry or laughing, and doesn't like to talk very much, but the feeling of clumsiness when speaking is obvious."

"…The most common thing he looks like is lying on a rattan chair, closing his eyes and resting, holding a pickled olive in his mouth. Every time I worry about whether he will die, but in the end he can always open his eyes again."

Pickled olives... For some reason, just hearing this word, Ed could recall the sour, bitter, salty and sensual smell.

"The other thing is that he doesn't know how to take care of the children at all. Can you imagine it? We both have been wearing clothes in the same wardrobe for three years."

Tia suddenly laughed, and the dusk wind blew across her cheeks, and a rain of flowers fell in the distance:

"Until one day, you suddenly pulled him to the tailor shop, and then I had my first little dress and the first wardrobe. I was nine years old at that time, my god..."

"Even now, I'm still not used to the feeling of long hair." Her tone gradually slowed down, "Can you still remember the color of that dress, Ed?"

The crimson red like flames or the bright yellow like sunset? The green moss? He couldn't remember anything, so he could only shake his head awkwardly.

"Why don't you go back to the old house to take a look, Ed? Maybe it can help you recover your memory. You should have the key in your hand?" Tia suggested.

"key?"

Ed recalled the memories of the Metro Holocaust: neither in that dream nor after waking up, he found no keys on his body. There was no luggage he received from the repair shop.

If I really have the key to the old house, where exactly did it go?

Did I hide it and forget it, or did someone take it away...

"It's okay, you can use mine."

Tia noticed Ed's strangeness and took out a copper key from her pocket. There were traces of oil rubbing on the warm surface. It was hard to imagine that someone would take care of an old key:

"Go back and have a look, after all, it used to be our home."

He reached out to take the key, and there was still a faint residual heat on it.

"Okay, I'll take the time to go back and have a look."

Time passed by in a turbulent manner in the sky, and the sun was in a hurry to the end, leaving only the dark blue champagne twilight, which reminded Ed in pain that the time for separation was here.

"Can you leave something for me as a souvenir? I can take it out and take a look when I miss you." Tia asked.

"Of course." Ed thought for a while and put the Eye of Mentilosa into her palm.

Since this is a holy object of the elves, it is natural to hand it over to Tia.

The projection ability that connects dreams and reality is of course of great help to him, but Tia's safety is equally important. In an extremely vicious environment like the Woodcutter and Fisherman, it is always a good thing to have multiple trump cards.

"I don't want this." Tia pulled her palm back.

"Pick it up, this thing belongs to you. You don't know how much it is..."

"I can feel its mark, it's not your thing. I want an item to be remembered, something that really belongs to you." Her voice was calm and firm.

It's my own item?

This made Ed a little trouble. After waking up from death, there were not many things on him:

The hat is also worn by himself. The White Crow cane is the relic of his adoptive father, Mr. Ludwig Wycollow, and it is one of the main weapons and cannot be given to anyone. The clothes were given to Arthur, the pistol was picked up, and other equipment was from the Divine Mechanism Bureau...

Not to mention these, even the personality crystals in his head are simulated from the character card.

What else really belongs to me - what about Edgar Wycolow?

A flash of inspiration appeared in his mind. Ed took out a copper-colored coin from his pocket, flipped it around and swung it around at his fingertips, and threw it into Tia's hand flexibly and lightly, still maintaining its rotation.

"Is this?" Tia looked at the coins that were spinning like a sphere in her palm.

"My lucky coin is the only one in the world. I hope it can bring you good luck."

After making the one-eyed spider belly tool set accessories, he made the remaining scraps of the copper pocket watch into a coin, and replaced the portrait of Richard II on the back with his face, leaving it in his pocket as a toy to play with.

"Thank you, Ed, it's enough for me."

The coin stopped and landed on the back. Tia closed her palms and smiled knowingly.
Chapter completed!