Steel Steam and Flame

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In the early morning, the fiery red sun was not as dazzling as the previous few days. The cloud layer doubled again in the night, and the end of the rain cloud could not be seen in the wide field of vision.

The erosion of strong winds throughout the year kept the stone on which Cassia was standing, and no moss ever climbed on him. It seemed that some insects were resting on the plants in the morning, relying on the sunlight to restore their body temperature and preparing to fly. The orange-red light soaked Cassia's whole body. When the light became brighter again, he ended the state of meditation. The mood returned to calm, Cassia let out a sigh, and the white air ran a few meters against the wind before it dispersed.

The weight was restored at night, and the flesh and blood lost by the body was also replaced by the wild animals that were eaten. Jumping off the rock, Cassia pulled out a bunch of fur-edged second-generation holy swords, ready to go down the mountain. I haven't eaten for a long time, and the level of hunger in the stomach pouch last night surprised Cassia. There is also a strong desire to swallow bones, and with the digestion ability of the stomach pouch, the bones become like desserts, making Cassia feel that it doesn't matter.

After eating a lot, if you compare the swelling volume of the stomach bag with the volume of these animals, the two shouldn't be things on the same scale.

The digestive ability that can only be regarded as a stomach pouch is like a strong acid decomposition pool, and there is no shadow after many things are thrown away.

When the hacker contacted yesterday, Cassia asked him to inform the Atohuan side, and there was no need to rush over. At this time, whether you have less contact with each other, whether you are yourself or others, is the most reasonable.

During the waiting time, Cassia practiced his swordsmanship alone in a field on the edge of the belt-shaped mountain. There has been a long period of blank space for swordsmanship, and the fist and body are more to solve the enemy. Squeezing his neck, collapsing his chest or something, is indeed convenient for Cassia. But more reasons are still because there is no opportunity and environment for Cassia to play swordsmanship in the small country.

Nighthawk and Isha arrived here at about one in the afternoon. In addition to the natural behavior of the owl, perhaps during the journey, or when did Nighthawk and Isha hear too many descriptions from the horrified team members that did not match the reality? With a strange feeling, I met Cassia once again, and the illusion that the rumor does not match the actual image makes the two of them unable to change their moods for a time.

However, these problems disappeared during the continued journey. In the past few years, Cassia's sincerity has not changed. This is an important factor that can bring people closer together.

The wilderness outside the banded mountains is really huge, with no human traces and no markers. With the sense of direction of the four people, the journey was also very smooth, except for the airship that had to be avoided from time to time in the sky. After a day and a half, using Cassia's hearing as an opportunity, the four of them climbed onto a freight train traveling the border areas of the empire and traveled to a destination that was several days late in time.

"It's been a long time since I did this." On the top of the train, Cassia had a smile on his face. The reason why the transportation of the empire is convenient for the surgeon should have this factor. No need to buy a ticket, just climb up.

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"Leader, the information you want." The person who entered the room looked like a newcomer. His steps in the corridor were obviously very light and smooth, but after opening the door, everything changed.

The room is not as spacious as the living room size of an ordinary residential room. There are no decorations, the ceiling and walls are white, the curtained windows, and a dim light fixture make the color and atmosphere in the room tend to be cold. There is a two-meter-long desk in the room, and a chair made of steel plates and steel columns is behind the desk. One wall was completely blocked by a bookshelf full of books, beside the desk.

The person entering the room lowered his head naturally. This is a habitual movement, and his physiology and instinct urge him to do this. A few steps closer to the desk, the man nodded slightly to the two sitting next to the desk on the way, and said hello. Those were the chief's two secretaries, a man and a woman, their expressions were not gloomy, but close to twisted seriousness.

After the information was printed out, the man walked a few steps, and the air in the room was mixed with ink, which naturally reminded people of warmth. At least this is what the man thought of at this moment.

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

"Agnes and Isabel," the person called the leader was muttering to himself, with doubts and uncertainty. He looked at the black and white photos printed on the information. They were the photos taken by the Imperial Council when they announced the list of knight attendants. They had the flavor of nearly two years ago. "It's them... and MacDonald and May." Weiss,,, and four died all at once. It seems that the other party is indeed the leader of Cassia~www.ltnovel.com~ The leader, there is news that these are rumors, and there is other information that these dead people are still alive "The man put down the information when he met the leader in front of him, and added carefully. He knows that the leader's personality is neither irritable nor indifferent, and even on the contrary, the leader has always been a serious and caring person in their eyes. It's just the man and the two secretaries who have acted together with the leader. Even if they know the information, once they think of the scene in the action, this kind of awe-inspiring respect is something that comes from the bones and cannot restrain themselves.

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

"There are many." The woman in the secretary nodded and replied.

"That's good, please pick a few familiar people, that is, people who know some in all aspects, in case you do something wrong because you don't know the situation after the past. The itinerary will be arranged in the last few days. In the past, it probably took a while. The coastal area seems to be a certain distance from Manoma. The number of people is limited to six people. This time I just went to see."

"I see, boss." The three answered in unison, but their faces were different.

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