after waking up.

Chapter 10 I'm Back
The priest was very young, and even in the fog he looked very tall. After bowing, he turned around very dashingly, but at the moment of turning around, he directly hit the gas street light pole.

"Boom~"

The collision between the forehead and the metal was extremely crisp, and it was very noticeable in the evening mist. Mulan watched the priest clutching his forehead and speeding away without turning back, and couldn't help but mutter something in his heart.

'A good sound is a good head! '

Mulan's mood was also instantly happier. In this world, Mulan was not a devout believer before, and now Mulan is even less so, and he did not feel guilty for making fun of the priest in his heart.

"Sir, do you want me to help you carry the suitcase?"

The coachman obviously heard the crisp sound, and after watching it for a while, he looked back and stepped forward to help Mulan carry the box. Only then did Mulan notice that the coachman was just a child. Just a thirteen-year-old boy.

"No, I'll take it myself. Valentine's Port is very quiet today."

"Yeah, the weather has been bad recently, and I heard that there will be a big storm coming soon, so recently, some large ships in the port of Valentine have left early, and the war is over. It was very lively in the middle of the night.”

"storm?"

Mulan turned around and looked back again, this time it wasn't the Princess Neshuriel, but the sea in the distance.

However, Mulan quickly realized a problem. In this relatively backward era, is there such a thing as weather forecasting?

"When did you know there was going to be a storm?"

Murando asked, this young man is also a talkative man, and when he was worried that no one was chatting, he naturally continued.

"The storm warning has been published in the newspapers for a long time, and everyone knows it."

"How did the newspaper know that?"

The boy scratched his head.

"Then I don't know."

so advanced?Mulan's question was not answered, but he didn't ask any more. He was just very curious about the advanced weather forecast, but he didn't know whether it was accurate or not. In his mind, there was no newspaper that provided the weather forecast.

"Now the newspapers have weather forecasts?"

"Weather forecast?"

The boy wondered for a moment, but quickly understood the literal meaning.

"On this big storm, there is, usually not."

"That's it."

Mulan knew that the boy should have no more information, but the other party's mouth did not relax.

"Sir, listen to what Officer Jonest said just now. You came down from the frontline battlefield. Is the battlefield exciting? How many enemies have you killed?"

Mulan frowned, thinking of the battlefield, the dead comrade in arms, the souls who died under the gun and bayonet, and the corpse crushed by the steam tank.
But when he opened his mouth, Mulan changed to a smiling face.

"The battlefield is neither fun nor exciting. There was no supply for a period of time and I had to find something to solve it myself. I ate strange things. Many people were constipated for half a month, and they suffocated their shit to death! There are also poisonous insects in the jungle. There are quite a few that can get into your closest clothing to suck blood."

The coachman was stunned.

"Uh, this, is that so?"

"War is not fun. I'm a little tired. I need to rest for a while."

After speaking, Mulan got into the carriage, sat on the seat and closed his eyes, and also stopped the boy from asking about his medal. He could see that Mulan didn't want to say more.

On the road outside the pier, Ai Wen rubbed his forehead and walked quickly. He hit a little hard just now, and he was still in pain, and there was probably a red mark on his forehead. He rubbed his forehead and turned his head again. Glancing at the Valentin Harbor shrouded in mist, there was only a faint shadow of the Princess Neshuriel.

"The storm is approaching!"

Muttering, Ai Wen couldn't help but think of the young man beside the carriage. The man had a faint smell of blood when he stood there, and his eyes swept towards him, and he, the church priest, was slightly shocked. Eyes, so sharp!

This person has definitely seen blood, and a lot!

'Light above, may God forgive his sins! '

At the same time, at the top of a tower in Valentine, someone in the attic room was looking at the direction of the port through the glass. This was an old man in a heavy blanket. Of course, he could not see the ship in his sight, the most conspicuous. Instead, it is a lighthouse farther away, of course, the outline of the lighthouse cannot be seen, only the beam of the lighthouse can be seen.

Then the old man turned around immediately, went back to the desk, picked up the pen and kept writing. The writing style was very different, and the content was extremely strange. One of the paragraphs was about the storm.

The carriage moved forward steadily, only Mulan and Leo who had finished his official duties were left in the carriage, and the direction of the carriage was the home of the two brothers. The slight bump was accompanied by the sound of the wheels, and Mulan's narration was coming to an end. The atmosphere in the car was silent.

After a long time, Leo laughed.

"It's okay Mulan, I believe in you, and Old Buck will believe in you, even if you're really guilty, we'll be on your side."

Mulan's forehead blue veins jumped, you obviously don't believe it!Where did you hear what I said for so long?

"Thank you Leo, but I'll repeat it again, I'm not guilty, and I didn't run away. I voluntarily retire when I came back early. If I'm guilty, I'll definitely be hanged."

"Well, after all, you are a noble, so be respectful, and don't tell old Buck about your trial."

Mulan now somewhat understands why the relationship between himself and his brother in the past was so discordant.

"understood!"

Mulan, who was too lazy to talk, closed his eyes and choked out a few words between his teeth, and then Leo suddenly reached out and pinched Mulan's cheek, pulling it hard.

"Hahahaha, this is my brother. I was so mature in the port just now that I couldn't recognize it, hahahaha, this feels right!"

"I let go! You let me go! If you don't let go, I will fight back!"

"Then fight back, hahahaha!"

Mulan's cheeks were sore, he desperately resisted, and the two brothers made trouble in the carriage
"Officer Jonest, here we are!"

On the road, the young driver, who was very curious about the movement in the car, stopped the carriage, called and jumped out of the driver's seat to open the door.

The door opened, and one of the two people who came down was holding a suitcase and covering one cheek, while the other covered his left eye and kept rubbing.

"Well, gentlemen, you"

"We're fine, go back, little Barr, go home directly, be careful on the road."

Leo said to the young man. After the latter responded, he drove the carriage away with still curious eyes. Mulan stood by the side without speaking. He rubbed his hands and licked his cheeks with his tongue. , the person who just screwed absolutely used all his strength.

"Remember, don't talk to old Buck."

"Just keep your mouth shut!"

Outside a house in the street row, the two brothers stood at the door and quarreled. Although their cheeks hurt a lot, Mulan had a peculiar intimacy. A fight made him quickly accept this affection.

"dong dong dong"

The door was knocked, and a moment later, footsteps came from inside. The moment the door opened, an old man with white hair but full of energy saw the two people standing in front of the door. Confidence quickly turned into surprise, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Yes, is it Master Mulan?"

The vague memory quickly became clear, the distant images were drawn closer in my mind, and the moments of childhood slid to the moment before enlisting in the army, Mulan showed a relaxed smile, put down the suitcase and stepped over to hug the old man.

"Grandpa Buck, I'm back!"

(End of this chapter)