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As a Valkyrie of Destiny, she mostly travels by transport ships, and even her normal mode of transportation is at least an airplane. I'm not really sure about ships.
About a week.
The voice, which smelled like baby formula, rang out. Bronya, dressed in casual clothes, spoke with an emotionless tone, but with absolute certainty.
As Cocolia's daughter, although she is also the type who travels by air or sea, Duck Duck pays more attention to certain things.
"This cruise ship is a relatively advanced type. Under normal circumstances, it would only take about three or four days to travel from Changkong City to New Zealand. However, the sea conditions seem to be not very good recently, so it will take longer."
As she spoke, a flight route map appeared on the tablet she was pushing.
—Starting from the Far East, then heading down the coast of China, refueling in Singapore, and finally heading towards Oceania, which consists of New Zealand and Australia.
That part was also the most difficult of the voyage.
"...A week."
Propping her cheek in her hand, Alicia gazed at the nautical chart on the tablet on the table. Her eyes followed the map downwards, inadvertently glancing over a certain sea area in Guangdong and Guangxi, but she quickly ignored it.
…I wonder what bad Jiang Qiao is doing now?
...
Dark alleyways are always breeding grounds for malice and violence, a fact that seems to remain unchanged no matter where you are.
The same is true for New Zealand.
From a certain perspective, New Zealand's security situation is far from good, after all, it is right next to Mu.
Although it is far from being as infamous and notorious as Twilight Street, it is by no means lacking in the spirit of freedom.
For example, right now—
A group of menacing thugs cornered a teenager in an alley, armed with various weapons that exuded violence.
"Hmph, you really like playing the hero, huh?"
The leader of the thugs looked at the boy wearing a half-mask and a cloak, his scarred, fleshy face contorted with rage.
To be honest, it makes no sense for them to target this kid, since there's not much to be gained from such a small creature.
But this kid is just too annoying.
Wearing a tattered mask and a worn-out cloak, he frequently roamed the alleyways, helping persecuted people by disrupting their businesses. Plus, he was quite skilled in martial arts, so one or two thugs couldn't really handle him.
Well, they finally found an opportunity to corner us today.
"Wearing a tattered mask, he thinks he's a hero, recklessly meddling in other people's business."
"Hero? Bah!"
The thug leader, spitting out a sneer, said mockingly:
"Now, will a so-called hero come to save you?"
The boy lowered his head.
But the next moment, a sweet and lively voice, like the tinkling of silver bells, rang out in the alley—
"There's no hero, but there is one fairy, you know?"
Chapter 126 It's dangerous here, you should leave quickly!
As a young boy, Kosmo admired the heroes in stories from a young age, and he has always strived to be like them.
Although he is still young and cannot maintain order like the police and soldiers in Vichai, through his personal efforts and a touch of youthful idealism, he has become active in the streets of New Zealand, acting as a "vigilante" and helping those in need, just like a superhero in comics and movies.
I often struggle with the question of whether it is right to choose to strike at the weak for the sake of the weaker.
However, Kosmo firmly believed in the principle that "good and evil are two separate things, and there is no room for compromise."
The thugs and hooligans who lurk in the alleys and disturb the residents are undoubtedly within this principle, so he is extremely proactive in fighting against them.
Many New Zealanders rescued by Kosmo praised the young boy, and an urban legend even circulated among the residents: if you encounter any difficulties, don't worry, your good neighbor Dark Night Hero will appear by your side when you need help.
Although the real name Kosma was never on people's lips, Kosma felt satisfied seeing the visible smiles on the faces of the people and their praise for the hero.
Am I not just like the heroes in comics and movies right now?
However, it's different from most small-scale operations.
Choosing to stand against those thugs means that the hero's journey in Dark Night★ will be fraught with danger.
In the past, he was able to get rid of those thugs and hooligans by relying on his agility and familiarity with the terrain.
But as the saying goes, if you walk on the shore long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.
Annoyed by the meddlesome behavior of this Night★ hero who repeatedly disrupted their "business," the thugs, after enduring it for a long time, finally cornered Kosmo in a narrow alley where he could not escape and was not able to make any moves.
"Hero? Bah!"
"Will a hero come to save you now?"
Kosmo's face turned pale and then flushed as the gang leader mocked him.
Having always dreamed of becoming a hero, he certainly didn't expect any so-called hero to come and save him in this situation... Well, actually, he was still somewhat hopeful.
But in reality, New Zealand seems to only have one "Night★Hero". If you want to expect other heroes, you'll probably have to hope that other heroes travel to New Zealand and happen to meet them.
Knowing the impossibility of this, although he felt no regret for what he had done in the past, Kosmo still subconsciously swallowed and trembled slightly as he looked at the thugs' weapons—rusty water pipes, crowbars, baseball bats, folding knives, and other weapons full of violence—in their hands.
anyway.
The so-called heroes of the Dark Night were nothing more than a boy, a child.
"Hahaha, look at him! Our Dark Night Hero is so scared he's about to wet his pants, isn't he?"
The thugs laughed loudly, their laughter echoing in the narrow alley.
Just as Kosmo lowered his head, closed his eyes, and was about to accept his fate...
But then a sweet, girlish voice rang in my ears:
"There's no hero, but there is one fairy, you know?"
Looking in the direction of the sound, what came into view was a pink-haired girl with an extremely delicate and sweet face.
She stood smiling at the entrance of the alley, one hand supporting her slender waist, the other against the alley wall. Her beautiful, pure blue eyes shone with a vibrant pink, dazzling and captivating in the morning light, leaving those who looked at her mesmerized.
The gentle light of the rising sun, not glaring at all, made the scene look like a landscape painting, which was imprinted in Kosmo's heart.
...What a cute girl.
Upon their first meeting, the boy subconsciously had this thought.
But the next moment, he shouted in a panic:
"It's dangerous here, you have to leave!"
—The thugs' methods were anything but gentle when dealing with such a cute girl.
Kosmo cannot accept the idea that someone else would be affected because of his own actions.
But the pink-clad girl simply blinked and smiled:
"Hmm~ Is it dangerous? I don't think so~"
"—You want to learn from this brat and meddle in other people's business too?"
Normally, the gang leader would probably have had plenty of energy to flirt with and tease such a beautiful girl—as local thugs, they were no saints.
But perhaps because he was annoyed by Kosmo, or perhaps because he sensed a sense of crisis from this girl who appeared out of nowhere, his attitude became much more civilized, though it was by no means good.
"Hmm~ I was just planning to deal with the urgent matter at hand, but now... sorry, that child is someone I know, can we just let it go?"
The girl rested her chin on her hand, looking quite adorable. Her gaze shifted to "Dark Night Hero," who was surrounded by thugs and looked rather disheveled. Then, she clasped her hands together and earnestly made her request.
"****! (New Zealand swear word), you're asking for it!"
"Go! Take down this ungrateful bastard!"
Although a certain sense of crisis would keep the gang leader as calm as possible, it did not mean that he would compromise because of this strange feeling. In fact, Jiang's words made her feel as if she had been insulted, and her previous sense of crisis was instantly forgotten, or rather, transformed into anger.
Afraid of Kun!
What's there to be afraid of about a woman whose two arms combined aren't even as thick as my own?!
One punch, and you can take on three!
Just as the eager gang leader was about to make his move, he suddenly realized that his leg was being grabbed.
Looking down, I was shocked to see Kosmo.
"You brat, get out of my way!"
"—Hurry up..."
Kosmo, who was in pain from being hammered, tightly blocked the gang leader's actions and shouted loudly, trying to give the girl who had mistakenly wandered in the place a chance to escape. However, before he could finish speaking, the word "run" got stuck in his throat.
The boy stared blankly at the thugs piled up and screaming in pain not far away, his mind completely blank.
The gang leader, whose leg was being grabbed, was also somewhat bewildered.