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Chapter 182: Chapter 179: The Fading Bird Comes Migration, Day Five.

Time zone: 10 a.m.

“Let’s stop here to refuel.”

Bi Fang rolled up the map again. After several days of recovery, his fever had completely subsided, and his abundant energy took the high ground.

But another difficulty had arisen. They had left Finland and arrived in Norway, and the North Sea was next, but they were short on fuel.

There was no choice but to look for an opportunity to replenish their fuel. This was a safe point marked by Elvan, a small town harbor where many fishing boats were docked.

The harbor was large, suitable for the White-fronted Goose to rest and forage. Most importantly, the local ban on hunting the White-fronted Goose and considering it a creature that could bring good fortune.

To the locals, Bi Fang and Etienne, arriving by glider, were a sight of curiosity.

Bi Fang approached a smoking man at a docking point, attempting to barter deer hide for gasoline, displaying it to show its quality: “This deer hide is of very good quality, almost unscathed.”

The uncle squinted his eyes, his rough skin glistening with sweat. He didn’t directly answer Bi Fang’s request but curiously flicked out his cigarette: “Are those geese following you guys in flight?”

Bi Fang scratched his eyebrow and smiled, “Yes, we are guiding them on their migration.”

“Migration? This late?”

Bi Fang briefly explained their plan and the predicament they were currently facing.

“I heard the locals are quite fond of the White-fronted Goose, so if possible, I was hoping you could look out for these little guys…”

“No problem,” the boat owner interrupted before Bi Fang could finish, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen White-fronted Geese coming to this harbor, the first time in nearly three years.”

Etienne cheered. This was truly great news.

Dreams are not easy to come by, but they always have the power to touch one’s heart. Along the way, the two of them had gone through a lot, but not all of it had been rough.

After refueling, Bi Fang handed over the deer hide, but to his surprise, the man refused it.

The uncle shook his head, neatly folded the deer hide, and placed it on the plane: “Consider it a little effort for the geese. If I take this deer hide, what will you exchange next time? Keep it until you need to refuel again.”

[Wow, what a cool uncle!]

[I’m touched]

[There are still more good people in the world!]

[For real, watching Old Fang’s videos gives me a lot to think about. Not only do

I learn new things, but I also feel things I don’t normally experience in everyday life. This is truly a divine live stream!]

The audience was touched by the gesture.

Bi Fang touched the deer hide and sincerely thanked the man along with Etienne: “I really appreciate it.”

Watching the two board the drone, the uncle suddenly asked, “What’s your name?”

Bi Fang paused but then chuckled and shook his head: “I’m Bi Fang, and he is Etienne.”

Under the man’s gaze, they took to the skies once more.

Over a small hill, Etienne, sitting in the back, was puzzled by Bi Fang’s behavior just now.

“Why did you hesitate just now?”

“When you’re out and about, you can’t skimp on the necessary precautions.

Even if someone seems good to you, aside from your parents, no one is unconditionally good to you.”

“Why did you still tell him then?”

Bi Fang smiled and flew the drone higher.

“Because I decided to trust him.”

An hour later, a car drove into the harbor.

The uncle from the fishing boat, puffing on his cigarette, saw the car logo and blew a smoke ring: “Cadre? Doesn’t look like good news.”

Johnny got out of the car, furious to find that the vast lake was devoid of the glider he wanted to see, stamping his foot in anger.

“Damn it! Damn it, they’ve slipped away again!”

As the affair got bigger and the chase continued unsuccessfully, Johnny felt increasingly uneasy, fearing his deeds would be exposed by journalists and the media, making his desire to find Bi Fang even stronger.

No one is fearless against the power of public opinion, and even if the park was his to rule, under these circumstances, there was no guarantee that someone wouldn’t betray him, selling the news for a good price.

“They must have come through here, I’ve seen the video, they couldn’t have flown far!”

Johnny surveyed the surroundings, confirming that this was the harbor seen in the video. He went straight to the shore to the uncle on the fishing boat, gesticulating.

“Have you seen an Asian man with a boy on a glider?”

“Indeed,” the uncle nodded.

Johnny’s face lit up with joy as he eagerly asked, “Tell me quick, where are they?”

“What happened?”

“They’re smuggling geese across the border! We’re trying to catch them!”

“I see,” the uncle scratched his cheek, pointing towards the horizon, “they flew that way, left about ten minutes ago.”

Johnny didn’t even say thank you before he hurried off.

Click.

The uncle looked at the video he had just captured on his phone, smirked, and hit send, even giving it a like for good measure.

Rings of smoke drifted slowly out.

Perfect.

At noon, the two men ate some of the remaining deer meat and began to divide the tasks between them.

Etienne was in charge of boiling water, while Bi Fang continued to calculate the latitude and longitude to ensure they were on the correct maritime course.

Looking over Etienne’s homework, Bi Fang suddenly remembered a question, “By the way, are you on vacation now?”

“No, but I took some time off.”

“Won’t it affect your studies?”

“To me, studying and smoking weed are no different; both are about holding the dead plant and having hallucinations.”

[I must say, that’s professional!]

[A contemporary great philosopher! ]

[I wonder what Elvan would think if he heard this, heh.]

[His ass might be blooming with flowers!]

Etienne picked up a scalding hot stone and put it inside the deer’s stomach.

They had crossed from Norway to Denmark, not the entire North Sea, which would probably take about two days. The stomach could hold three liters of water, and if they conserved it, that should be enough.

It must be said, that stomach was really handy, feeling like rubber to the touch, very sturdy. In desperate times, it could even serve as emergency food.

Once everything was ready, the two set off into the vast ocean.

“Look, they’re all taking pictures of us!”

Passing by a river, Etienne excitedly said as he saw the tourists on the cruise ship.

The tourists went up on the deck, flashlights everywhere. They had never seen a scene like this before: a hang glider flying with geese, all pulling out their phones to take pictures.

[What a spectacle! Looks like Master Fang has really made it big overseas!] [Woohoo, who else can match this!?]

[Awesome, just amazing, I’ve never seen any other streamer get this popular abroad, Old Fang is definitely the first!]

[Master Fang’s livestream is a dimension-reducing strike! A complete crush!]

[Too bad they can’t watch Master Fang’s livestream.]

By the time it was a little after three o’clock, Bi Fang finally saw the coastline, which was no longer adorned with green hills and white snow, but a stretch of blue.

No trees, no mountains, no people.

“Roar!”

Etienne yelled excitedly.

As the latitude decreased, daylight began to extend. It wasn’t until after four o’clock that it would get dark, and to save time, Bi Fang didn’t stop but headed straight out to sea.

“Aren’t we stopping?” Noticing it was getting late, Etienne worried they wouldn’t find an island to rest on.

“No worries, let’s fly a little longer,” Bi Fang said, not the least bit anxious, “Norway has the most islands in the world, up to 150,000, and the coastline is very short. I could navigate there with my eyes closed. Look, isn’t that one right there?”

Etienne looked up and saw, indeed, three islands just within his line of sight. “Impressive!”

It wasn’t until the last trace of light had faded that Bi Fang finally steered the glider towards an island to land.

“Many of these nearshore islands have been developed by humans, so we don’t have to worry about danger. We can set up camp here with peace of mind,” said Bi Fang.

Bi Fang secured the glider and went with Etienne into the forest to gather materials for setting up camp, as they had been doing these past few days.

Once the camp was set up, the sun had already sunk beneath the sea.

Bi Fang skewered the deer meat, ready to fish for some sea goods to taste. It had been nearly a week without salt, and he felt that his mouth was about to fade into blandness.