William finally did not convey Arthur's warning to Mr. Thomas.

Seeing his father overwhelmed, he really couldn't say it. In addition, with a new turning point, a bold and crazy idea emerged from the bottom of his heart - he was about to embark on the path Arthur had walked, that is, the door to the dangerous world intertwined with conspiracy and power struggles would also be open to him. If possible, he hoped to protect his family silently like his uncle - at least share some worries for his father.

From the heart alone, fear and doubts were always coiled; there was a voice that warned him from the idea of ​​taking risks and returning to a smooth and comfortable life trajectory, but every time he thought that Arthur left home was a different age than himself, William could not convince himself to be a turtle with peace of mind.

Isaac dared to take risks to save Anne's father, but he was still a person who had no blood relationship with him!

One is the hero he looks up to, and the other is the friend he cherishes.

William was determined to face all the dangerous challenges of the unknown future side by side with them, rather than hiding behind them, holding his eyes tightly to continue his life of ignorance. He did not want to be the little boy who was carefully cared for.

He carefully told Anne the news and his decision.

Sure enough, she cried for a long time. The girl's tears made William at a loss.

"I'm not sad." Annie wiped away the tears on her cheeks. "I really envy you and am sincerely happy for you." She thought and said worriedly, "It's always uneasy to go to sea. There are pirates, unkind sailors, and indigenous people who can eat people... I have also heard them tell stories about shipwrecking... Alas, I should have said something else, but I can't help but think about these things!"

Perhaps in Anne's imagination, he had died several times. William felt funny and a little sad. He tried to comfort his friend in front of him: "Think about my wealth! When I get rich, I will buy you all the flowers and plants you want!"

Anne burst into tears and smiled: "You are not poor before, so I have never seen you buy it for me!"

"That-not the same. My dad's money is not mine." William scratched his head embarrassedly, his ears flushed. "And, those strange flowers and plants in the East may not be able to buy them. My uncle told me that a kind of flower that lives by eating meat. The small ones eat insects, and the big ones can eat people!"

Seeing Anne being attracted, William was a little proud: "When I go out to sea, I will get it back for you!"

"Don't be eaten by flowers, I'm thankful." Anne immediately poured cold water on him, "Plants are also very dangerous! Don't touch things you haven't seen before."

William is timid. This crying girl is very well-known in botany.

"But," she turned her head, "if you see a small person, please help me get one."

Anne noticed William's expression of resignation and said with confidence: "This thing is not poisonous!" She then added viciously, "Don't forget!"

There was nothing else to say for a while, and the two of them lay on the counter of the medicine shop and looked out boredly. The epidemic had not yet passed, and there were few pedestrians on the road, and one or two cats and dogs foraging could run by.

The afternoon tiredness hit, and Annie yawned: "How are you going to tell Isaac about this?"

"It's up to you." William felt the girl's head leaning against her shoulder was getting heavier and he pushed her carefully. "I don't know his address, nor do he know mine. We can't communicate."

"You won't know when he comes to write."

"It's too late, I'll have to leave in two days."

After she was completely asleep, Anne jumped up immediately: "So urgent!" She was a little overwhelmed, "You... I didn't expect it to be so fast!"

"The Royal Navy people will come on Sunday," William sighed. "My dad and one of them are old acquaintances. He was worried that I would go to Plymouth by myself, so he entrusted that person to take me with me."

Anne nodded understandingly and sighed.

They turned their eyes to the empty streets, heads to head, and never spoke again. Sleeping swept across, and the two fell asleep one after another. The sunlight shone, and the dust flying in the air landed silently on the teenagers' quiet sleeping faces.

The two days passed in the blink of an eye. When I woke up in the morning, it was windy and rainy, and it was dark and dark outside. A chicken in the garden screamed all morning, which made William almost nervous.

This ghost weather doesn't look like a good day to go out at all. He looked at the endless rain outside through the windowsill glass. On the dark communication line of the world, a hazy and blurry black shadow was approaching.

William put down the curtain in dismay, blocking his vision.

Leaving home is about to go, the initial excitement and throbbing gradually turned into worry and silence. If it were a month ago, he would have hoped that this moment would come quickly; but there were too many things happening this month, and invisible burdens piled up in his heart. He could not do it freely and just left.

Albert knocked on the door and informed that the visitors had arrived. William heard him hurrying downstairs across the door, knowing that he was still busy greeting guests and organizing lunch.

The chicken stopped chirping, and it was obviously finally dealt with. William felt ridiculous and bitter about Albert's killing chicken himself - this gentle and gentle old-school gentleman had never even touched the knife before! Now the manor is seriously insufficient in staff, and in order to maintain the dignity of the wealthy family's hospitality, the old housekeeper has tried his best.

The rain was still not small, and the crackling sound of falling on the bricks and stones could be heard in the partition walls. William put on Albert's dress ironed in advance and walked out of the room, slowly descending along the curve of the stairs.

Mr. Thomas was already waiting in the living room. He abandoned his previous outfit and only wore a simple and decent dress.

The door was pushed open by the blast, and a group of men in royal naval uniforms appeared at the door.

First, a burly and tall man was covered in rain and strode in to hug Mr. Thomas.

"Ed!" he shouted, slapped Mr. Thomas on the shoulder hard, "It's been a lot of years!"

He looked around very happily, half joking and half sarcastic, "Is there a big no luck?"

"I'm not very lucky." Mr. Thomas didn't feel offended and said frankly, "There was something wrong with the business - it would probably be difficult to get better in a while."

He led his future people to William, pulled his son forward and pushed him: "This is William - William, this is Brigadier General Edison Mansfield."

Brigadier General Edison squinted his eyes and looked at the boy for a while, nodding in satisfaction: "I don't look like you, like his uncle."

Mr. Thomas smiled and waved his hand without saying a word. He placed his hand on his son's thin shoulder and pressed it, which sent William a gentle and firm power.

"Come on, say hello!" The burly man grabbed the boy's beautiful blonde curly hair and enthusiastically put his forehead on.

William had never dealt with such a person. His slightly reckless speech had already made the boy unhappy, and at this time, he was so rude that he brought the distance closer together made William subconsciously resist.

The boy turned his head and avoided Brigadier General Edison and took a step back.

Mr. Thomas had a little embarrassed look on his face, but he didn't say anything.

"Boy, you can't help it!"

The man's loud voice rang behind him, and William instantly felt that he was lifted off the ground.

"Okay, Old Joe, don't scare the young man." Brigadier General Edison didn't care.

The name suddenly evoked memories, and William seemed to have returned to the quiet night when it had just rained four years ago, facing the man with a low voice with a dog alone. The helplessness and fear belonging to the little boy instantly surged into his heart.

He looked at his father with help, but his eyes were blocked by the body of the man in front of him.

"We brigade general are very busy." Old Joe grinned without any concealment, "From today, I will take care of you."
Chapter completed!