Just as Finkin had said, there were not many people in the vast academy. The three of them passed through the buildings and finally stopped in front of a towering wall.
"This is …"
"The west wall of the flying field." Finkin took out a wooden ladder from a corner and placed it on the wall. "Follow me."
Good hesitated for a moment, but he still followed Finkin and climbed up. When he reached the top of the wall, he could not help but exclaim in a low voice. The slanting sun was slowly approaching the sea, and the glistening waves reflected the center of the sea in a golden hue. The sky that had turned from blue to yellow seemed to have an additional layer of thickness. The clouds above their heads extended all the way to the horizon, like a slope sliding into the sea. The empty and flat flying field beneath their feet was the starting point for them to ascend into the sky.
The sea breeze blew across the land, instantly dispelling the frustration in his chest. He could not help but close his eyes and slowly stretch out his hands. He imagined himself hovering in the air with a joystick in his hands, waiting for the command to take off.
"The view is nice, right?" Finkin chuckled. "This is a treasure land that I discovered. The only thing we need to be careful is not to fall."
Heinze was the last to climb up the wall. "Phew, what should we do next?"
"Of course we go there." He pointed to a row of warehouses not far away. The 'Seagull' seemed to have come out from one of these warehouses. The end of the warehouse was not far from the wall, about two meters apart. "But we have to bring the ladder."
The three of them were no strangers to walking on the narrow top of the wall. Their usual balance training was also done on a single-plank bridge. After a quarter of an hour, they approached their destination.
These warehouses were about two to three meters higher than the wall. It was not practical to climb up directly, but the tall windows were just opposite the top of the wall. As long as they stood on tiptoe, they could see inside the warehouse.
"Masked plane … Masked plane … Ah, found it!" Finkin suddenly stopped and said.
Good followed his gaze, and his heart skipped a beat.
There were four biplanes neatly placed in a warehouse, but they were not covered with linen. Instead, they were openly displayed in front of the three of them. The smooth wings and smooth bodies made it difficult for Good to take his eyes off them. The thought that one day he could pilot such an incredible thing and soar with the birds made him extremely excited.
So what if he was a Knight? The sky was where he should be!
Finkin put the ladder on the windowsill and clapped his hands in satisfaction. "In this way, we're not in violation of the no-entry order."
Although he knew that there was an obvious loophole in this explanation, Good could not resist the impulse in his heart. He followed the man into the storeroom through the high window.
What was inconceivable was that after seeing the real thing, his uneasy mood calmed down.
After landing, the two of them ran to the nearest plane at the same time, and he walked at the back.
"Wow, this is really … amazing." Heinze touched 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. Look —" Finkin pressed his finger hard, and a small dent appeared on the surface. "I really don't know how it's made."
"Hey, be careful. It's over if you break it!"
"Don't worry, it's very elastic."
"Really? Let me try too … "
Unlike the two of them, Good did not circle around the plane in amazement. He felt like he was being pulled by something and climbed into the plane along the lower wing. There seemed to be a voice in his heart, guiding him to the nose of the plane.
On the cover of the "Flight Manual", Princess Royal Highness was sitting in that position, turning the land and the sea into a painting under her.
Then, Good stepped into the pilot's seat and sat firmly on the seat.
"So … this is what the world looks like in the eyes of the Aerial Knight?"
The long straight wings on top of his head and the supporting frame on both sides blocked most of his vision, but it also focused his eyes on the front. The chair behind him was wrapped in soft leather, and he could even smell the milky smell of new leather. The instrument panel was no longer painted on a wooden board, but was covered with transparent glass. The control stick and pedals were made of metal, and the top of the control stick was covered with a layer of semi-soft gelatinous material, which was comfortable and not slippery.
Good held the control stick and pulled it down slightly. Suddenly, he heard a clicking sound behind him.
Different from the wooden pole on the training platform, he felt that he was indeed pulling something. The vibrating steel wire gave him clear feedback, instead of the feeling of emptiness and powerlessness he had felt before. As he continued to pull, the control stick became heavier and heavier, as if it was responding to his movements.
"My God, what are you doing?" Heinze's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Uh …" Good suddenly let go of his hand. "I'm just …"
"You want to practice?" Finkin teased. "Who said I was crazy? As soon as we arrived, you climbed into the pilot's seat without saying a word. Didn't you say you were just going to look?"
"Sorry, I couldn't help it …"
"Don't worry," he interrupted. "Since this is what we've been training, it won't break if we try it. But after you're done, come down quickly. I haven't been inside yet. "
"Wait a little longer," Good said reluctantly. "I just tried to pull the lever. Why don't you sit in the back seat first?"
"Wait, what about me?" Heinze also climbed onto the wing of the plane.
Just as the three of them were scrambling for the seat, a shrill unlocking sound came from the closed door.
Good's expression changed drastically!
Heinze also panicked. "Why, why would someone come at this time?"
"What should we do?"
Only Finkin remained calm. "It's too late to run. Let's hide first!"
However, there was no place to hide in the spacious hangar, and the seats were too narrow to fit three adults. Before they could climb off the plane, someone had already entered the hangar.
"Who's that?"
"Stop! Don't move!"
With a series of cracking sounds, Good found himself surrounded by the guards of the First Army.
Facing the loaded guns, the three of them did not dare to resist. Soon, they were pressed to the ground.
"What's going on?" A familiar figure appeared in front of them. It was Princess Tilly Wimbledon. "Intruders?"
Before the guards could answer, Finkin had already lowered his head and shouted, "Your Highness, we were wrong! We're all students of the first batch. We just wanted to see what the plane we're going to pilot looks like, so we snuck in. Please forgive us! "
"So you also know that it's against the rules," Good complained in his heart. "This is the end."
After asking all the questions, Her Royal Highness nodded expressionlessly. "I see. According to the rules, you'll be confined for more than 15 days and lose the qualification to become an Air Knight forever. As for whether you'll be a ground crew or a chores officer, it's up to you. Go back and report to your superior. "
"Yes, yes …" the two of them said bitterly.
Good's heart immediately sank. Seeing that the guards were about to drag them out, he somehow mustered up the courage to raise his head and shout, "Your Highness, please! I just want to be a pilot. I'm willing to do anything for it! And … and I think I lack the feeling of flying. No matter how much I practice, it won't help me. That's why I'm here, not just because I'm curious! "
"Oh?" Tilly suddenly raised her eyebrows. "You mean … feeling?"
"Yes, I can't match the rules in the manual with the operation. 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. I just feel that no matter how hard I practice, I can't coordinate …"
"Nonsense. What kind of reason is that?"
"Tsk, is this guy crazy?"
"Hurry up and drag him away, lest he annoys Princess Tilly."
There was a murmur among the guards.
Tilly, on the other hand, looked at him thoughtfully. "You're Goode, right? I remember Eagle Face reported that your grades are pretty good. You're also the first one to adapt to the magic movie training, and you practice very hard. "
"I …"
Before he could speak, she interrupted him. "How was it? The feeling of boarding the plane. "
"Ah?" Good was stunned.
"Didn't you say you lack the feeling of flying? How about now? Do you think you can fly? "
He hesitated, clenched his fists, and said, "Your Highness … I think I can."
"Then give it a try." Tilly turned around and no longer looked at him. "In fact, I plan to start the real plane training tomorrow. For others, they can always try again if they fail, but you don't. If you fail, you'll be expelled from the academy. Of course, you can also accept the punishment. You can choose. "
"I want to fly." This time, Good answered almost without hesitation.
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