Endless Debt-Chapter 767 - 237: Gap of Degeneration

Cinderella looked at Ewen with eyes full of surprise, hoping he would respond with something, hidden experiences, concealed emotions, unspeakable secrets... anything.

But in the end, Ewen just quietly looked into the distance, his thoughts completely emptied, as if he hadn’t heard the girl’s words, entirely banishing himself to some pure land.

At first, Cinderella chirped like a little bird around Ewen, but seeing that Ewen remained unresponsive, she gradually gave up.

"Ha..."

Cinderella let out a big yawn, stretched lazily, feeling an inexplicable fatigue seize her. She picked up a blanket, rolled on the floor, and curled herself into a cocoon beneath the bookshelf.

At some point, Ewen also closed his eyes, his head drooping, immersed in a distant dream. Canary sat on the steps, leaning towards the bookshelf beside her, the draft slipping from her hand, her brows tightly furrowed, her chest gently rising and falling in deep sleep. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Aimou laid the blanket flat on the floor, her feet together, hands crossed on her abdomen. She always slept in this neat and orderly manner, a habit from before she transformed into a human. Aimou thought her sleeping posture was very proper, but others always found it somewhat odd.

On the other side, Palmer’s initial excitement from reading the draft began to wane, fatigue and drowsiness engulfed his will. Despite his reluctance, he still set the draft aside, shifting to rest drowsily beside Hart.

This familiar, fluffy touch reminded Palmer of Leica, and he wondered if Leica was eating well recently, or if Vasilina had scolded it.

The large library was silent, as if everyone was asleep, with faint snores rising and falling. The only other sound was the occasional soft page-turning among the layers of stairs.

Cinderella turned over, her face directed into the nook beneath the bookshelf. In her sweet dream, she heard the sound of ocean waves, and soon warm waves engulfed her.

She was like a traveler drowning alone in the blue, clear sea, light penetrating through the water, casting a dazzling glow beneath the surface. In the distant deep sea, a melodic echo resonated, and a massive shadow emerged from the depths, slowly approaching her.

Cinderella didn’t feel fear; instead, she felt a wave of joy as the ocean currents propelled her towards that massive rising figure, guiding her to meet it.

Canary dreamed of a bonfire camp. Initially, there were only a few people at this bonfire camp, but as the long night progressed, more and more people arrived from afar. They continued to expand the camp, and the bonfire grew larger and larger until it became a towering, blazing tree.

"Canary?"

A voice called out as a young man approached Canary joyfully.

Canary recognized who he was. A strange feeling surged through her heart for a moment, as though she had forgotten something, but such doubts were quickly dispelled by joy, and she rushed up to embrace him.

"I didn’t expect to see you here, Bai Ou."

After a simple embrace, Bai Ou took Canary’s hand to lead her forward.

"Come on, the party is about to start."

People danced and sang in the firelight, sharing stories of their travels, telling tales others had never heard. The sound of pen on paper continuously rustled as they recorded these stories, entrusting them to the birds to carry to those still in darkness.

Palmer turned over, the warm, fluffy sensation brushing against his nose, causing him to sneeze and open his bleary eyes. A figure was already standing in front of him, backlit, arms crossed, with an imposing air.

Vasilina frowned, "Do you just love cuddling with it while you sleep?"

"Huh?"

Palmer rubbed his eyes vigorously. At the moment, he was in a cluttered stable, with the tall Leica laying obediently on the haystack, while Palmer leaned against it.

Palmer shook his head, "No, I just wanted to rest a bit."

"Rested enough?" Vasilina continued, "Then let’s go, the others are waiting for you."

"Oh, okay."

Palmer quickly got up, perhaps still groggy from sleep, momentarily unsure of what to do next. But as he followed Vasilina out of the stable, Palmer suddenly remembered.

"Go ahead, your solo trip, I hope you’re ready when you return."

Solo trip, that’s right, his last moment of freedom before marriage, the long journey of saying goodbye to bachelorhood!

Vasilina waved to Palmer, who nodded with a bit of unease, then quickly trotted off to the roadside.

The road stretched infinitely across the plains, extending all the way to the distant horizon. Palmer couldn’t remember when the Fortress of the Morning Wind had built such a wide road, but he didn’t think much of it. The car was parked on the road, the passengers had long been waiting.

Palmer slipped into the driver’s seat, and before he was fully settled, a strong hand reached over from the passenger seat, wrapping around Palmer, as an overpowering wave of cologne assaulted his nose.

Serey, like a boxing referee, lifted Palmer’s hand, shouting loudly, "Welcome! Our champion!"

Cheers erupted, and through the rearview mirror, Palmer could see the two cheering fellows, Hart and Church, animatedly gesturing at him from the backseat.