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Chapter 22 Crisis (Part 2)

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Feisha saw Borja on the floor. “Can he wake up for three hours?” He asked gently. It’s bad if he does not.

Dearly hurt Bora’s wounds. “He woke up in half an hour.

“Well, I’m thinking about a solution in 30 minutes,” Feisha strongly called to the finger.

Just as he was about to go away, Gee realized that Jin and Hughes were standing together. “Are you ready?”

Suddenly, Feisha recalled that he had contracted the fact that the civil war fought in addition to the invasion of the enemy.

He said in the dark. “The real purpose of this party was that Jin helped Hughes”

“It’s fine.” God went to the heel.

When he saw the holiday day, Feisha remembered he had a name called “F” and he liked the excitement of stupidity.

Layton saw her vacations. “It seems that the wonderful relationship between Fowly and a hairdresser can no longer be seen.

Feisha looked at the great “Kraban” Relations to mark on the head, then Borja exploded on the ground. “After we live with this one, we can think of this thing,” he shook emotionally.

“So how do you solve this problem?” Asa suddenly started flashing.

Everyone was going to shout at Feisha.

“Do you really understand the problem of which I’m talking about?” Feisha was seriously refuted.

“No”

“Do you know that you eat food?”

“Yes”

“Go”

Without waiting after cleaning, Feisha started the meeting. “I have a lot of ideas about what I thought …”

“I’ll stop thinking and just tell it,” said Leighton. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

Feisha stood with him. “I wanted you”

“So tell me that”

“If you do not bother me, I’ll have it.”

Jin’s ear’s ear, Au, whispered in his ear. “I think this murder will last for a long time, why should not we go to the toilet and do not exercise it?”

The body in his hand disappeared before speaking at the end and a silver suit fell on the ground.

Truce

Unfortunately Gin under her head. “Can not you use this tactics every time?

“You can use an advanced version,” Feisha suddenly shouted.

“Who?” Husse’s voice echoed into the room, and immediately brought Gin’s appearance to deep loyalty.

“Please let him go to the club,” Feisha points to Gin.

Jin led in the dark. “If I remember correctly, you are the one who came with a plan to confuse Bourjan.”

“…”

“You are the main culprit, if Abdon decides to explore this problem, there is no choice than to give you …”

“Ah! Feisha put his hands together,” the EU understands!

Jin’s thumb was calm.

“What’s your idea?” Leighton immediately asked.

“In general, such a kind of frustration takes time to dilute and leave the argument”

Jin transmitted with help. “You have enough time to dilute and consume it in hell”

“But, I have not yet changed the solution that changes the game, do you stop me from stopping?

“Can you stop such a great break during your writing?

“My school teacher has said you have to stop half time for each coma.

Jin, Layton, Hughes: “…”

“But in such non-traditional situations we use non-traditional methods.

“… It stopped for a long time than the blow,” says Jin.

“Because it was a segment, I had to stop two blows”

Jin, Layton, Hughes: “…”

“Our method can be a little faster, but in this madness, will it not work for us the shaking of the orthodontism?” Feisha continued. In the darkest conditions Jin, He slowly reduced the truce, “Chuck, bribe”. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

“Have you somehow connected to God?” Asked Jin

“Do you believe to calculate him?

“Do you believe in God? Yes, Addis is yaoi god, Viv is dick god,

Feisha said without hesitation. If I believe God gives him a luxurious wildlife, you do not need to say any further – where is the page signing?

“If I give you up, I think it’s better …”

“There are various ways to threaten someone,” says Feisha. He seated calmly. “Do you know what a fool is?”

Jin and Layton saw their fears publicly, but Hughes slowly opened clothes and carried them away.

“This idea of ​​me is absolutely amazing and you are completely careless now, can you not change your looks slightly? The muscles in the face are not sad, with a single expression for 5 minutes Does it do?

“Maybe there are problems, but I really want to see the structure of your human brain.

“Look at my skin?”

“Do you think you should put my head in an open place?” Jin showed his eyebrows.

Feisha rolled the stiff ball from his foot. “Can you narrow my head’s goal?” Borja tries to gather a brain fluid, but I try to open it personally. Why did you dislike his intellectual heart so much?

“What else do you mean?”

“… Go back to the topic and discuss whether your idea will work or not”

“In hell people say there is a special website that can download failures”

It was an unpleasant rupture.

“Ha!” Feisha shouted, weak jaw.

“Because he was young in fact, he was proud of his body and he never thought to exchange with others.”

Feisha excited about this event, looking at the petitioned figure of the earth. “Where did he know his faith?

Layton announced when he saw him wake up.

Feisha spoke to her beloved person. “I could use the update version.”

Why do you have so many different versions? Jin asked.

Faisa replied: “This is not a big problem, I live it.

Hughes could not help but move to a warm topic. “In the update version, are you …?”

“So you can not bite the nude, but can you at least paddle him with scandalous action?” Feisha laughed in the dark.

Jin, Horse, Leighton was silent in his miserable tragedy. Laughter stopped.

“So do you think it worked? This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

Jin raised an important question: “Who will come to take a picture?”

………

The photographer ends with a cut. The group collapsed in combat.

“… Do you think this bribe works?” He asked for a half stroke.

Mr. Jin said, “Assignment with you will work as a bribe.”

There was another period of silence.

“Two more minutes,” said Leighton.

“Who can hold Avad here?” Feisha demanded hopelessly.

Jin and Hugo shared appearance. Issefels

Feisha soon grabbed into the corridor, shouted as he went out and said: “Do not forget to clean it.

Jeans and horses looked at the great blows on Boa’s head.

Faica came to the pool to see the climb of Eiffel from the surface of the water. He immediately contacted officers.

“Are you flying?”

Espell listens to their looks, arrives at his toes, and interposes the only Fisherman. “Heheh, do you want me to dry you?

“…”

Feisha felt that his ear was warm and calmly handed over to the cloth without the despair of Isesela’s miraculous eyes. Several times, Isfeels released a cloth on his body and started to leave.

Of course, Feisha could not make it happen in the shadow of a fallen angel. “It’s easy to get hungry as you swim, why do not you eat this cake? This is the mood of Mumpa”

Issefel suddenly died in his song and Feisha hit such a brake.

“Have you been baptized in the hole?” He asked Feisha with a black seam.

Feisha tipped the cake and everything, but put himself at Issefel’s foot. “Help me!”

Feisha nodded until they ran away from the kitchen from the floor and entered the Isfel room. “Indeed it was … … he started. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

“Do you think your plan is enough to prevent Boris from going out?” Isfels asked Feisha and reviewed all the events without respecting one detail.

Feisha thought about it for a few minutes. “I do not know EU”.

“So why did you do that?”

“I think that desire and anxiety are in the same direction”

Ispel went for him for a moment. “How can you help me?”

“Keep it!” Feisha shouted and raised her hand.

It was a rest waiting for Isfels to fall again.

“Can you leave him while you see?

The moment of review. “Yes”

………

“… What did you say now?” Feisha thought that consensus was very easy and did not think it would hurt the deaf people.

Issey’s lips melted.

Feisha thought: “Will Hughes, um, Layton will protect you while you are there?”

Isfels nodded.

Feisha just stopped to get rid of joy. “Can I protect Abaddon?”

“He is not allowed to participate in the things of Noah’s ark”

The word “no authority” was not better.

“Yes, Isfel, just like that,” Feisha nodded at the speed of light. “If he wants to comment on this, just show it to your face:” You are not right! “”

“…”

He could have found the people to raise it, but, Feisha was still waiting for the Sickness, I felt calm. Sending a glimpse of the wick, a gentle smile came back. Borja really Pamodus had this stage, Gina’s hypnosis probably took the 12 hours again, pull-down. Li Abadon is the banner that he did not want to add fuel to the fire when he looks at his son’s wound.

Of course, Feisha was beyond Isefel’s ability to be all happy to protect everyone. Issey may be a man of a few words, but he had a very reliable eradication. Feisha therefore loses the absurd thought, a saddle of Santa-style approaches slowly. Boaco, besides pulling the sledge was not, but the horse in the great battle that climbed into the flames.

Feisha felt not important under the imposing shade. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

Sledo, red on the front desk desk, the door opened to reveal a red jacket muscle man armed with burning dark red hair stopped. His eyes seemed to have a hole in everything he had seen.

Layton was something close to Feisha, listening to his soft mouth because of the “What?”

“What?” Layton answered at last.

“He has such a strong dress.” Red vest, leather velvet lace, platinum belt. If he did not know about her husband’s identity, Feisha Abadon would have been thinking of coming from a rock band.

“I think he wants what to carry?”

“At least some of the golden armor, is not it?” Sv. A face of the face appeared in the face of the heart.

“He stayed in the hotel, not to take away the people.”

As in the word through the Layton of the lips, another person was far from the sleeping bag.

Note of translator
When he saw the holiday day, Feisha remembered he had a name called “F” and he liked the excitement of stupidity.
OG: Remembering the world 岐经 Yuichi 种 人, 叫做 杞 人, Lee Ren of others 们 最 Hee 欢 做 specific circumstances 叫做 忧 天 xiǎngQIM Shi Jie Chenjin yêuuzhǒng, Zuo Lenk traffic, while people drunk xǐ Juan Zuodeshi click on traffic, Thian – Zuo you (the world of mankind, he called when the [Ren key], indicated that he was called [your heaven]. This is a statement 杞 人 杞 天 qǐrényōutian. The general history is about their life to take care of the delay, such as the area and the sky of Kai soul behind this link. It is used to remind people that you are some things that can not be the only solution. (I do not guess)

“It seems that the wonderful relationship between Fowly and a hairdresser can no longer be seen. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.
They signed a “box” relationship

“Is it possible to stop such a great opportunity between your writing?”
What’s wrong is, in fact what 你 就 impossible is not great 喘气 吗 nǐ Jiu Bu NENGchuǎn Qi horse DA Bu saying there great 喘气 1 is (lighting Or can you take a great breath?) The medium to create confusion If the sentence was suspended, Beijing slang. I’m an example:
A: I have a friend …
B: Seriously?
A: … cushion.
B: ………
Here’s a pretty bad example, but you know what I mean.

“Chuck, bribe”.
Do you remember Chapter 10?

Mr. Jin was a serious question. “Who will take the picture? […] A photographer enters the neck definitively.
To make photos in Chinese, 照 is a piece of cake Zhao Pian, the first character (hit PAI), in addition to the concept of “taking the [Photo]” can also mean the smell. It’s ill.
Of course, I do not have to explain English. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

“Keep it!” Feisha shouted and raised her hand.
Karegai niegdus 炸 炸 堡 私 reference will not find the raised bongo she Shen Diao for the love of God Zha ,. In war, did it cause the soldiers? Now I have to insert my Google phrase, what’s gone out. http://www.sinaimg.cn/jc/2007-07-06/U2142P27T1D453117F3DT20070720121955.jpg

Feisha therefore loses the absurd thought, a saddle of Santa-style approaches slowly.
It looks like a hybrid thread transport.[/hide]

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Chapter 22: Crisis (Part 2)

Move aside, peasant

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Feisha stared at the passed out Borja lying on the floor. “Can you make him wake up in three hours?” he asked softly. It’d be bad if he doesn’t.

Dea inspected Borja’s wounds. “He’ll wake up after half an hour.”

“OK, then we’ll be thinking of a solution in these thirty minutes,” Feisha said, snapping his fingers.

Just as he was about to leave, Dea noticed Gin and Hughes standing together. “You made up?”

Feisha suddenly remembered that apart from the enemy invasion they were dealing with, there was also a civil war to fight at the same time.

“It’s actually like this,” he uttered darkly. “The real objective of this party was to help Gin woo Hughes-“

“That’s good.” Dea turned on his heels and left.

As he watched Dea leave, Feisha remembered that there was a human whose name started with ‘F’ and liked worrying about stupid things.

Layton watched him leave in disappointment. “Looks like we won’t be seeing any more of the great relationship between faeries and werewolves.”

Feisha looked at the big Building ‘Crate’ Relationships sign overhead, then at Borja sprawled ungracefully on the ground. “We can think about that problem after we live through this one,” he muttered emotionlessly.

“Then how can we live through this problem?” Asa suddenly piped up.

Everyone immediately whipped around to stare at Feisha.

“Do you really know what the problem I was talking about is?” Feisha rebutted earnestly.

“No.”

“Do you know about eating food?”

“Yes.”

“Then go eat.”

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Not wanting to wait around after cleaning up, Feisha initiated the conference. “I have a lot of ideas I’ve been thinking about…”

“Then stop thinking and just say it,” said Layton.

Feisha glared at him. “I was just about to.”

“Then say it.”

“I would have if you didn’t interrupt me.”

Gin’s arm snaked around Hughes’ waist, shamelessly whispering in his ear: “I reckon this stalemate is going to go on for quite a while, so why don’t we go take a bath and do some exercise?”

The body in his arms disappeared before he even finished speaking, silvery suit falling to the ground.

A pause.

Gin lowered his head sadly. “Can you not use this tactic every single time?”

“You can use the enhanced edition,” Feisha called suddenly.

“Which is?” Hughes’ voice echoed around the room, immediately attracting Gin’s look of deep devotion.

“Knock him out with a club,” suggested Feisha, pointing at Gin.

“…You know,” Gin chuckled darkly, “if I recall correctly you were the one who came up with the plan to mess with Borja.”

“…”

“So you’re the prime culprit. If Abaddon decides to look into this matter, we’ll have no choice but to hand you over…”

“Oh!” Feisha brought his hands together. “I got it!”

Gin’s chuckles quietened down.

“What’s your idea?” Layton quickly asked.

“Normally, this kind of vendetta would need time to dilute and discussion to wear down.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to dilute and wear down in hell,” Gin supplied helpfully.

“-However! I haven’t even gotten to the game-changing solution yet, can you stop interrupting me?”

“Can you stop taking such big breaks between your sentences?”

“My primary school teacher said that you have to stop for half a beat for every comma and a full beat for every full stop. What I demonstrated just now was the standard operation.”

Gin, Layton, Hughes: “…”

“But in an unconventional situation like this we’ll use an unconventional method.”

“…You paused for way longer than a beat,” argued Gin.

“That was a segment, so I needed to stop for two beats.”

Gin, Layton, Hughes: “…”

“Our methods might be a bit rushed but in this time of madness wouldn’t you agree that a shot of sedative would do us some good?” Feisha continued. At Gin’s darkening expression, he hurriedly cut down on the pauses. “Blackmail, bribery.”

“Are you somehow related to God?” asked Gin.

“Does believing in him count?”

“You believe in God?”

“That depends on how tight we are,” Feisha said without hesitation. If believing in God would give him a life of luxury and wild parties then no more would need to be said – where’s the signup sheet?

“I still think it’d be better if we just handed you over…”

“There are a lot of different ways to go about blackmailing someone,” Feisha said. He coughed dryly. “Do you know what nudes are?”

Gin and Layton openly stared at him in horror while Hughes slowly put his clothes back on and materialised.

“I know this idea of mine is absolutely amazing and that you’re all speechless from awe right now, but can’t you change your expression a little? Aren’t your face muscles sore from doing that one expression for five whole minutes?”

“It may be tiring but I really want to see just how this human brain of yours works,” said Gin.

“By staring at my skin?”

“Are you implying that I should cut your head open instead?” Gin quirked an eyebrow.

Feisha rolled to the balls of his feet in irritation. “Can you stop targeting my head?” One moment he says that Borja’s going to harvest his brain fluid, and another that he’s going to personally cut it open. Why was his intelligent mind subject to so much hate?

“What else do you even have worth targeting?”

“…Let’s get back on topic and discuss if my idea would work or not.”

“People say that there’s a special website in Hell where you can download his nudes.”

There was an awkward pause.

“Hah?!” Feisha screamed, slack jawed.

“He’s been proud of his body since he was young, actually. Never minded sharing it with other people.”

Feisha looked at the petite figure on the ground and felt baffled at this turn of events. “Where on earth did he get his confidence from?”

“There’s 8 minutes until he wakes up,” Layton announced after a glance at his watch.

Feisha spoke through gritted teeth: “Then we might as well use do the upgraded version.”

“Why do you have so many different versions?” asked Gin.

Clasping his fist, Feisha responded: “It’s no big deal, I do this for a living.”

Hughes couldn’t help but to steer the topic back on track. “And by upgraded version you mean…?”

“So we can’t snap nudes but we can at least position him in some scandalous pose, right?” Feisha chuckled darkly.

Within his sinister chuckles, Gin, Hughes and Layton fell silent. The laughter ceased.

“So do you guys think it’d work?”

Gin raised an important question: “Who’s going to snap the photo?”

………

The photographer would definitely end up with a snapped neck. The group collectively quietened down.

“…Do you think bribery would work?” Feisha asked after half a beat.

“I think,” considered Gin, “that handing you over would work very well as a bribe.”

There was another period of silence.

“Two more minutes,” Layton said.

“Who here can hold off Abaddon?” asked Feisha desperately.

Gin and Hughes shared a look. “Isefel.”

Feisha immediately twisted around to bolt out into the hallway, hollering as he went: “Don’t forget to clean him up, and maybe make him think that it was all a dream if you can!”

Gin and Hughes stared at the big bump on Borja’s head, speechless.

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Cake stolen from the kitchen tucked firmly under his arm, Feisha arrived at the pool to see Isefel climb out of the water. He immediately sidled up to the person in question.

“You’re swimming?”

Isefel spared him a glance and reached for his towel, only to be intercepted by Feisha. “Heheh, do you want me to dry your back for you?”

“…”

Under Isefel’s emotionless stare, Feisha felt his ears heat up and quietly handed over the towel. Isefel ran the towel over his body a few times and turned to leave.

Of course, Feisha couldn’t let that happen, shadowing the fallen angel. “It’s easy to get hungry while swimming, why don’t you eat some of this cake? It’s matcha flavour.”

Isefel suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, and Feisha slammed down on the brakes likewise.

“Dug yourself into a hole?” he asked, fixing a look at Feisha with his pitch black irises.

Feisha tossed the cake aside and all but threw himself at Isefel’s legs. “Help me!”

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By the time they wiped up any remnants of cake from the floor and entered Isefel’s room, Feisha had calmed down. “Actually, it went like this…” he began.

“Did you think that your plan was enough to make Borja leave?” Isefel asked after Feisha recounted all the events without neglecting a single detail.

Feisha thought about it for a minute. “I dunno.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“Aspiration and anxiety rolled into one, I guess.”

Isefel just stared at him for a moment. “How do you want me to help you?”

“Hold it!” Feisha yelled, raising a hand.

There was a pause, in which Isefel just waited until the hand lowered itself again.

“Look, can you either make him leave or protect me while he’s here?”

A moment of consideration. “Yes.”

………

“…Huh? What did you just say?” Feisha had never thought that the agreeance would come so easily and picked his ear in disbelief.

Isefel’s lips thinned.

Feisha continued after thinking for a bit: “Also Hughes, and uh- Gin and Layton, could you maybe protect them while you’re at it too?”

Isefel nodded.

Feisha barely managed to stop himself from jumping in joy. “Are you sure you can hold Abaddon off?”

“He does not have the authority to participate in matters at Noah’s Ark.”

The phrase ‘does not have the authority’ could not have been said better.

“Yes Isefel, just like that,” Feisha nodded at the speed of light. “If he dares to comment on it, just point in his face and say, “You don’t have the authority!””

“…”

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He may have found someone to back him up, but Feisha still felt restless during the long wait for Abaddon. Sending a look at Hughes, a gentle smile was given in return. Borja had actually woken up already by this stage, just knocked out again by Gin’s hypnosis which could last up to twelve hours. He didn’t want the brat to add fuel to fire when Abaddon sees his son’s injuries.

Of course, Feisha was more than completely confident in Isefel’s ability to protect them all. Isefel may be a man of few words, but he gave off a very trustworthy aura. Just as Feisha was losing himself in his nonsensical thoughts, a Santa-style sleigh slowly approached. Except pulling this sleigh were not reindeers but majestic warhorses stepping on flames.

Under the looming shadow, Feisha felt the weight of his own insignificance.

The sleigh stopped above the front counter, door opening to reveal a flaming red vest-wearing muscly-armed man with spiky, dark red hair. His eyes seemed to burn a hole into everything he set his gaze on.

Layton was the one standing closest to Feisha, and heard his soft mutter of “Eh?”

“What?” Layton replied quietly.

“He’s dressed so stylishly.” Red vest, leather skinny jeans, platinum belt. If he hadn’t already known the identity of the man before him, Feisha would’ve thought that Abaddon was from some rock band.

“What did you think he’d wear?”

“At least some gold battle armour, right?” An image of Saint Seiya surfaced in Feisha’s mind.

“He’s here to stay at our hotel, not to rob people.”

Just as the words passed through Layton’s lips, another figure stepped off the sleigh.

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Translator’s notes
As he watched Dea leave, Feisha remembered that there was a human whose name started with ‘F’ and liked worrying about stupid things.
OG: 想起世界曾经有一种人，叫做杞人，他们最喜欢做的事情叫做忧天 xiǎng qǐ shì jiè céng jīng yǒu yī zhǒng rén, jiào zuò qǐ rén, tā men zuì xǐ huān zuò de shì qíng jiào zuò yōu tiān (lit. he recalled that there was once a type of person in the world, called [qi ren], their favourite thing to do was called [you tian]). This is in reference to the saying 杞人忧天 qǐ rén yōu tiān. The general story behind this saying is about a dude from the kingdom of Qi and spends his days worrying about retarded things like the sky falling down. It’s used to remind people that there are some things you just can’t fix by brooding. (never would’ve guessed)

“Looks like we won’t be seeing any more of the great relationship between faeries and werewolves.”
They were building a ‘crate’ relationship yo

“Can you just stop taking such big breaks between your sentences?”
What Gin actually says here is 你就不能不大喘气吗 nǐ jiù bù néng bù dà chuǎn qì ma (lit. Can’t you not take big breaths?) 大喘气 is Beijing slang for when someone pauses in the middle of their sentence, causing misunderstandings. I’ll give an example:
A: I have a boyfriend…
B: Seriously?
A: …pillow.
B: ………
It’s a pretty shit example but you get what I mean.

“Blackmail, bribery.”
Remember chapter 10?

Gin raised an important question: “Who’s going to snap the photo?” […] The photographer would definitely end up with a snapped neck.
To take a photo in Chinese is拍照片 pāi zhào piàn, but the first character (拍 pāi), in addition to meaning ‘to take [a photo]’, can also mean smack. That’s the pun.
Surely I don’t need to explain the English one.

“Hold it!” Feisha yelled, raising a hand.
He does a 舍身炸碉堡 shě shēn zhà diāo bǎo pose, which I can’t for the love of god find the reference to. It’s got something to do with a soldier during the war? Here’s what came up when I put the phrase into google: http://www.sinaimg.cn/jc/2007-07-06/U2142P27T1D453117F3DT20070720121955.jpg

Just as Feisha was losing himself in his nonsensical thoughts, a Santa-style sleigh slowly approached.
It’s like a hybrid sleigh-carriage thing.[/hide]