Steel steam and flame

In the early morning, the fiery red sun was not as dazzling as it had been a few days ago. The number of clouds doubled again at night, and the end of this rain cloud could not be seen in the wide field of view.

The erosion of the years of strong winds has kept the stone on which Cassia stood rough, and no moss has ever climbed onto it. Like some insects resting on plants in the morning, relying on sunlight to restore their body temperature and preparing to fly, the orange-red light saturates Cassia's body. Only when the light becomes brighter again does he end his meditative state. Her mood returned to calm, Cassia breathed out a breath, and the white air ran against the wind several meters away before dispersing.

The weight was restored at night, and the flesh and blood lost in the body was replenished by the wild animals eaten. Jumping off the rock, Cassia pulled out the second-generation holy sword beside a pile of fur and prepared to go down the mountain. After not eating for a long time, Cassia was surprised by how hungry her stomach was last night. He also has a strong desire to eat bones, and with the digestion ability of the stomach bag, the bones become like desserts, which makes Cassia feel that it doesn't matter.

After eating a lot, if we compare the extreme expansion volume of the stomach pouch with the volume of these animals, the two should not be on the same scale.

It can only be seen that the digestive capacity of the stomach bag is like a very strong acidic decomposition pool, and many things will disappear after being thrown away.

When Hai contacted him yesterday, Cassia asked him to tell Atuohuan and there was no need to come all the way. At this time, it is most rational for both oneself and others to have less contact with each other.

While waiting, Cassia practiced swordsmanship alone in a wilderness on the edge of the belt mountains. There was a long period of blank period in swordsmanship, and I relied more on my fists and body to defeat enemies. Crush the neck, collapse the chest, etc., which is really convenient for Cassia. But the more reason is that there is no opportunity and environment for Cassia to display his sword skills in a small country.

Nighthawk and Isa arrived here around one o'clock in the afternoon. In addition to the more natural behavior of the owl, maybe during the trip or at some point, Nighthawk and Isa heard too many descriptions from the members of the team and from the mouth that were inconsistent with reality? With a strange feeling, it was like getting to know Cassia again. The misconception that the rumors did not match the actual image made the two unable to change their moods for a while.

However, these problems disappeared as the journey continued. Amidst the changes in the past few years, Cassia's sincerity has remained unchanged. This is an important factor in bringing people closer.

The wilderness beyond the ribbon mountains is truly vast, without human traces or markers. With the four people's sense of direction, the progress was extremely smooth, except for the need to avoid the airships that occasionally passed by in the sky. A day and a half later, using Cassia's hearing as an opportunity, the four of them boarded a freight train traveling on the border of the empire and headed to their destination, which was already several days late.

"I haven't done this for a long time." On the top of the train, Cassia had a smile on her face. The reason why the empire's transportation is convenient for surgeons should be due to this factor. No need to buy a ticket, just climb up.

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"Chief, the information you want." The person who entered the room looked like a new person. His steps in the corridor were brisk and smooth, but after opening the door, everything changed.

The room is not spacious, it is about the size of the living room of an ordinary residential room. There are no decorations, the ceiling and walls are white, the windows that can be closed with curtains, and a dim lamp make the tone and atmosphere of the room feel cold. There is a two-meter-long desk in the room, and a chair made entirely of steel plates and steel columns is behind the desk. One wall is completely blocked by a row of bookshelves full of books, next to the desk.

People who enter the room naturally lower their heads. This is a habitual action. Physiology and instinct drive him to do this. Taking a few steps closer to the desk, the man nodded slightly and said hello to the two people sitting next to the desk. They were the chief's two secretaries, a man and a woman. Their expressions were not gloomy, but almost twisted and serious.

The information had just been printed out, and as the man walked a few steps, the scent of ink filled the air of the room, making people naturally think of warmth. At least that's what the man was thinking at this moment.

A very white hand then took the information that the man had placed on the desk, and the sound of flipping through the pages sounded in the room.

"Agnes and Isabel," the person called the leader said to himself, feeling doubtful and uncertain. He looked at the black and white photos printed on the document. They were the photos taken by the Imperial Council when they announced the list of knights and attendants. They had a taste of two years ago, "It's them... and Macdonald and May. Weiss... four died at once, it seems that the other party is indeed Cassia."

"Chief, there is news that these are all rumors, and there is other information that these dead people are still alive." The man put down the information when he saw the leader in front of him and added carefully. He knew that the leader's character was neither irritable nor cold. On the contrary, in their eyes, the leader had always been a serious person who cared about his subordinates. It's just that the man and the two secretaries beside him were people who had acted together with the leader. Even if they knew this information, once they thought about the scene in the action, this kind of awe-like respect was born from the bones and could not be suppressed by themselves.

"That's all false. Agnes and the others must be dead." The man as the leader said, "The opponent is Cassia. We fought him once. Agnes and the others had no chance at all." He seemed to be lost in memories. After a pause, the man looked at the two secretaries at the desk, "Are any of us familiar with Manoma?"

"There are many." The female secretary nodded and replied.

"That's good, please pick a few familiar people, that is, people who know a little bit about all aspects, in case you do something wrong because you don't know the situation later. Let's arrange the itinerary in the next few days. It will probably take some time to get there, as the coastal area seems to be a certain distance from Manoma. The number of people is limited to less than six people. This time I just went to have a look."

"I understand, leader." The three of them replied in unison, but their expressions were different.

"Then if you go to Manoma, you have to disguise your identity." This is more like the man talking to himself. He stood up, went to the row of bookshelves, glanced at them and took out two books - "On the Self-cultivation of Actors" and "From Facial Expressions to Becoming a Powerful Star". After wiping the paper, the man was quite satisfied and sat on the chair to look at himself.