"This thing flies so slowly. If it's really like what you said, Miss Dale's things are lost far away. At this speed, I'm afraid it will take several months for it to fly." Selia stared at the team. Said the little blue butterfly ahead.

Linge stopped and looked at the sky. It was almost dark at this time, and they were still wandering on the plain near Castallon. Miss Dale's things would not be left in such a place, so he said:

"Okay, that's all for today

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