As Finkin said, there were not many people in the huge academy. The three passed through buildings and finally stopped in front of a towering courtyard wall.
"This is… "
"The west fence of the airfield," Finkin took out a wooden ladder from the corner and put it on the wall, "follow me."
Good hesitated for a moment, but climbed up behind him. When he climbed up the wall, he couldn't help but let out a low voice - the west-sloping sun was getting closer to the sea, and the sparkling waves set off the center of the sea. Golden; the blue-to-yellow sky seems to have an extra layer of thickness, the clouds above the head extend all the way to the sea line, like a ramp that slides into the sea, and the empty and flat flight field below is the starting point for the sky.
The sea breeze blew toward the ground, instantly dispelling the annoyance in his chest. He couldn't help closing his eyes and slowly stretched out his hands, imagining that he was holding the joystick and floating in the air, waiting for the command to take off.
"The scenery is not bad, right?" Finkin smiled and said, "This is a treasure I found. The only thing I need to pay attention to is, don't fall."
Heinz was the last to climb up the wall, "Huh, what should I do next?"
"Of course to go there," he pointed to a row of warehouses not far away, and the Seagull that he saw at first seemed to have slipped out of it. The end of the warehouse is not far from the wall, only about two meters away. "But you have to take the ladder with you."
Walking on the top of a narrow wall is no stranger to the three people—the usual balance training is also carried out on a single-plank bridge. After a quarter of an hour, they were close to their destination.
These warehouses are about two or three meters higher than the wall. It is not realistic to climb up directly, but the high windows are just opposite to the wall. As long as you stand on tiptoe, you can see the scene in the warehouse.
"The masked plane... the masked plane... ah, I found it!" Finkin suddenly stopped and said.
Goode followed his gaze and couldn't help but be shocked.
I saw four biplanes neatly placed in a warehouse, but they were not covered with sackcloth, but were displayed generously in front of the three of them. The smooth wings and smooth body made it difficult for Goode to look away for a while. He was thrilled to think that he would one day be able to fly with the birds on something so incredible.
What is a knight, the sky is where he should go!
Finkin put the ladder on the window sill and clapped his hands proudly, "In this way, we don't land on the airfield, and it's not a violation of the prohibition order."
Although he knew that there were obvious loopholes in this statement, Goode still couldn't resist the urge in his heart, and followed the other party into the warehouse through the high window.
Unbelievably, the uneasy mood just now calmed down after seeing the real thing.
After landing, the two partners rushed to the nearest plane at the same time, and he walked last.
"Wow, this is really... amazing." Heinz stroked the fuselage and said, "It looks like it's made of metal."
"That's right, and it's as thin as a layer of skin, you see—" Finkin stretched out his finger and pressed it hard, and a small sag appeared on the surface, "I really don't know how this is made."
"Hey, be careful, it's over if you press it badly!"
"Don't worry, it's very elastic."
"Really? I'll try too..."
Goode didn't marvel around the plane like the two of them did. He felt as if he was being pulled by something, and climbed up the plane along the lower wing. There seemed to be a voice calling in his heart, guiding him to the nose of the aircraft.
On the cover of the "Flight Manual", Her Royal Highness is sitting in that position, turning the earth and ocean into a picture scroll under her.
Then Goode stepped into the driver's seat and sat firmly in the seat.
So... Is the world in the eyes of the sky knight like this
The long straight wings on the top of his head and the support brackets on both sides blocked most of his vision, but they also focused his eyes completely on the front. The chair behind him was wrapped in soft leather, and he could even smell the creamy smell characteristic of new leather; the instrument panel was no longer two circles painted on wood, but pointers covered with clear glass. The joystick and pedal are made of metal, and the top of the former is covered with a layer of semi-soft gel, which is comfortable and non-slippery to hold.
Goode held the hand lever and pulled it down slightly, and suddenly there was a clicking sound behind him.
Unlike the wooden poles on the training bench, he felt that he was actually pulling something - the vibrating steel wire gave him clear feedback, not the empty feeling of powerlessness before, even as he continued to exert pressure. , the joystick is getting heavier and heavier, as if responding to his movements.
"My God, what are you doing?" Hinds' voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Uh—" Goode let go of his hand suddenly, "I just..."
"Want to practice?" Finkin teased. "Who said I was crazy before - and then I just crawled into the cab silently as soon as I got here, and said I was just looking at it?"
"Sorry, I couldn't hold back for a while..."
"Don't worry," he interrupted. "Since the training is done like this, it shouldn't break it if you try it. But hurry up after the experience. I haven't seen it yet."
"Wait," Good said reluctantly, "I just tried the lever, why don't you sit in the back seat first?"
"Wait, what about me?" Hinds also climbed onto the wing.
Just as the three were fighting, there was a harsh unlocking sound from the closed door.
Goode's face changed suddenly!
Heinz also panicked, "At this time, why, why would anyone come?"
"what should we do?"
Only Finkin was still calm, "It's too late to run, hide first!"
However, there was no hiding place in the empty warehouse, and the cramped seats were not big enough for three adults. Before they could climb off the plane, people outside had entered the hangar.
"who?"
"Stop and don't move!"
With a few soft clicks, Goode found himself surrounded by the guards of the First Army.
With the muzzle loaded in front of them, the three did not dare to make any resistance, and were quickly pushed to the ground.
"What happened?" A familiar figure appeared in front of them - it was Her Royal Highness Tilly Wimbledon, "Is there an intruder?"
Before the guard could answer, Finkin had buried his head and shouted, "His Royal Highness, we were wrong! We are both students of the first phase, and we sneaked in just because we were curious and wanted to see what the plane we were going to fly would look like. Here, please forgive us!"
It turns out that you also know that this is a violation of the ban. Goode complained in his heart that it was over.
After asking all the information, Her Royal Highness nodded expressionlessly, "So that's what happened. According to the regulations, you will be sentenced to more than 15 days of confinement, and then you will lose your qualification to become an air knight forever. Ground or chores, it's up to you to choose, go back and report to the superior."
"Follow, follow..." The two said with bitter faces.
Goode's heart sank to the bottom, and when he saw that the guards were about to drag them out, he somehow got a burst of courage, raised his head and shouted, "His Royal Highness, please! I just want to be a pilot, and I am willing to pay for it. Everything! And... and I don't think I'm missing a certain sense of flying, and that no amount of practice helps, so I'm not here just out of curiosity!"
"Oh?" Tilly suddenly raised her eyebrows, "You mean—feeling?"
"Yes, I can't match the rules and operations in the manual. It's like I'm flying, but I can't feel the wind... Uh, no, it should be..." He thought hard, "I don't know how to describe it, only I feel like I’m not in harmony with how I practice…”
"Nonsense, what's the reason for that?"
"Tsk, is this guy crazy?"
"Hurry up and drag him away, so as not to annoy His Highness Tilly."
There was a murmur among the guards.
On the other hand, Tilly looked at him thoughtfully, "Your name is Goode, right? I remember that Eagle Face reported that your grades were not bad, and the shadow training was also the first to adapt, and The practice is also very hard.”
"I… "
Before he could speak, she interrupted, "How is it? It's like getting on a plane."
"Ah?" Goode was stunned.
"Didn't you say you lacked a certain feeling of flying? Now? Do you think you can fly?"
He hesitated, clenched his fists, "Go back to Your Highness... I think it can be done."
"Then give it a try." Tilly turned around and stopped looking at him, "Actually, I plan to start the practical training tomorrow. For others, if you fail, there will be another chance, but you don't have one. If you don't succeed, you will be completely expelled from the academy. Of course, you can also accept punishment, you can choose by yourself."
"I want to fly." This time, Goode replied almost without hesitation.
"Then that's it." Tilly paused, "By the way, the other two have handled it as well."