Count of Wizards

Even though Kohler was killed and his mouth was silenced, Margaret knew very well that this was only temporary safety for her. As a former high-level member of the Church of the Storm in Loen, she knew that a fire for help was ignited over the Kevin Hotel. After the fireworks, Kohler was just the first wave of chasing soldiers, followed by the second wave and the third wave of church chasing soldiers. In a few hours, these people will catch up. As for Luke Shaw, the blond young man he disguised himself as, this identity and this face had already appeared in the sight of the church. Margaret would not take any chances. He knew that this identity had already been exposed. Absolutely no more!

If you want to get real safety now, you can only go through the forest, arrive at the small town of Hames, and take the train to leave Ruen completely. Before the reinforcements caught up with her, they arrived in the small town of Hames and got on the train bound for the distance!

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A city in the northeast of the Kaman Empire, Frosinone.

"A large room with a separate bathroom and three meals a day, only three pennies a day, is definitely your first choice for rest in Frosinone!"

"Freshly baked loaves of puffy bread! Made of pure wheat! Three for your twopence!"

"Rickshaw! Rickshaw! Sir, do you want to take a ride? I'm not bragging, I'm the cheapest driver in this area!"

"Mister and Miss! Please! I haven't eaten for several days. Give me a few pennies and let me have a full meal!"

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Amidst the melodious whistle of the train and the bustling chants in front of the train station, a man and woman who looked like a young couple walked out of the Frosinone train station hand in hand, carrying luggage bags. The man has black hair and blue eyes, and looks average. Although the woman is petite, she has red hair and looks very sweet. It provokes passers-by to sneak peeks from time to time. These two are not others. They are just sitting on the train from Tunguska and returning to their hometown Connor and Varga.

Seeing that the young couple were dressed unusually, they didn't look like masters who were short of money, a middle-aged driver with a strong figure and a somewhat shabby face pulled a rickshaw, he took the initiative to come over, and said with a smile on his face: " This gentleman, miss, where do you want to go? I am dissatisfied with the two, I, White, is the fastest driver in this area, and I am the most familiar with the driver of the streets, and the fee is the most reasonable. You only need to follow the city hall Just pay me the fare!"

Hearing the driver's inquiry, Connor, who was disguised as a black-haired young man, didn't say anything yet, but Varga, who was disguised as a red-haired girl, glanced very curiously at the driver and the rickshaw behind him, and then Pointing to the rickshaw, he asked, "Is this your car? Can it pull people?"

Hearing Varga's inquiry, the middle-aged driver who called himself White straightened his waist very proudly and said, "Miss, is this the first time you have seen a rickshaw? Don't worry, I, White, use this The car has been in operation for more than ten years, and there are not ten thousand people who have pulled it, but several thousand!"

Regarding what the coachman White said, Varga nodded with great interest, and then turned to look at Connor beside him with a questioning look. When he saw Varga asking for his opinion, Connor touched her tenderly. Hair, naturally did not refute Varga's interest, turned to look at the coachman White who was standing aside waiting for their decision, and asked lightly: "There are two of us, but you only have one car, can you still find it?" Another car?"

Hearing the inquiry from the brown-haired young man in front of him, knowing that this business has become an ordinary coachman White, he said without the slightest hesitation: "Don't worry, you two, as long as there is work, there will be no shortage of coachmen and carts." !"

After finishing speaking, White stretched out his hand towards the gathering place of rickshaw drivers on the side, and a bronze-skinned middle-aged driver stood out from the gathering place, as if he had received instructions, he immediately stood up without hesitation, and rushed to the place with the cart Connor and Varga here.

Connor and Varga got into the rickshaw of White and the bronze-skinned middle-aged driver one after the other. After Connor and Varga sat down firmly, White asked Connor again: "Sir, let's go where?"

"Agudro Hotel!" Connor didn't ponder, and said directly:

Hearing the place name "Agudro Hotel", White and the bronze-skinned coachman who seemed not good at speaking immediately looked at each other, and they all saw the joy in each other's eyes. People in this kind of place are not short of money. As long as the work is good, there may be tips in addition to the fare when they get to the place. Naturally, they are very motivated and shouted "Okay!" Pull the rickshaw and run forward.

Sitting on the rickshaw, looking at the strange and familiar surroundings, the city of Frosinone faintly has some very rough buildings in the style of Odin, Connor was very emotional, in the memory of the former Connor Ferguson In the movie, he has seen the situation about Frosinone several times, but in the real world, this is the first time he has come here.

Feeling the speed of the rickshaw, Connor put his scrutiny on the driver White who was pulling him in front of him. The driver didn't seem to be lying, but he pulled very fast and was very familiar with the streets. The distance he pulled in the last minute has reached about 150 meters. With such a speed, Connor is definitely at the forefront of the speed of rickshaws in this world!

Even the bronze-skinned middle-aged coachman he found was slightly slower than White, but the speed basically reached about 140 meters per minute, and most importantly, the two coachmen pulled Not only fast, but also very stable, basically no bumps.

While Connor was admiring the scenery along the way, a voice transmission from Varga behind him sounded in his ears.

"Connor, haven't the rickshaws in Loen been completely eliminated by public carriages twenty years ago? Why are rickshaws still used in your hometown of Frosinone?" This is the first time I came to Frosinone Inside, Varga, who got on the rickshaw, was obviously full of interest in the rickshaw, a means of transportation that she had never seen before and only heard about in rumors, and her interest was also reflected in the voice transmission to Connor .