Chapter 1637: Adaptation, News and Countermeasures (1)
In the early morning, the fiery red sun was not as dazzling as the previous few days. The clouds doubled in number again at night, and the end of the rain cloud could not be seen in the wide field of view.
The erosion of the year-round strong winds has kept the stone on which Cassia stood rough, and no moss has ever climbed onto it. It is like some insects resting on the plants in the morning, relying on the sun to restore their body temperature and preparing to fly, suffused with orange-red light.
Cassia's whole body didn't end his meditative state until the light became brighter again. His mood returned to calm, Cassia exhaled, and the white air ran against the wind several meters away, and then dispersed.
The weight was restored in the evening, and the lost flesh and blood in the body was replenished by the wild animals eaten. Jumping off the rock, Cassia pulled out a pile of second-generation holy swords beside the fur and prepared to go down the mountain. He hadn't eaten for a long time, and his stomach bag was full last night.
The level of hunger surprised Cassia. He also had a strong desire to eat bones, and with the digestion ability of the stomach bag, the bones became like desserts, which made Cassia feel that it didn'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 in the same series.
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 that there was no need to rush over. At this time, it is most reasonable for him and others to have less contact with each other.
During the waiting time, Cassia practiced swordsmanship alone in a wilderness on the edge of the belt mountain range. There was a long gap in swordsmanship. To defeat the enemy, he relied more on his fists and body. He pinched his neck, collapsed his chest, and so on.
Yes, it is indeed 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 owl acting more naturally, perhaps during the trip or at some time, Nighthawk and Isa heard too much from the members of the team and from the mouth of the attacker.
A description that does not match the reality? With a strange feeling, I got to know Cassia again. The illusion 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 not changed. This is an important factor that can bring people closer to each other.
The wilderness outside the ribbon mountains is really huge, with no human traces and no markers. With the four people's sense of direction, the progress is smooth, except for the need to avoid the airships that occasionally pass by in the sky. A day and a half later
, taking Cassia's hearing as an opportunity, the four of them soon climbed onto 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, and 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 house. There are no decorations? The ceiling and walls are white? The window with curtains and a dim lamp make the tone and atmosphere of the room tend to be cold. The room
There is a desk two meters long, and a chair made entirely of steel plates and steel columns behind the desk. One wall is completely blocked by a row of bookshelves full of books, located beside the desk.
The person who entered the room naturally lowered his head. This was a habitual action. Physiology and instinct drove him to do this. How many steps did he take to approach the desk? On the way, the man nodded slightly and said hello to the two people sitting next to the desk. That was
The leader's two secretaries, a man and a woman, looked not gloomy, but almost twisted and serious.
The information had just been printed out. How many steps had the man walked? The fragrance of ink was mixed into the air of the room, making people naturally think of warmth. At least that was 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 resounded in the room.
"Agnes and Isabel," the person called the leader said to himself, with doubts and uncertainties. He looked at the black and white photos printed on the document, which were taken with him when the Imperial Council announced the list of knights and attendants.
The photo had a flavor close to two years ago, "It's them, MacDonald, Mavis, four of them died at once. It seems that the other party is indeed Cassia. It's not wrong."
"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 the leader in front of him put down the information, and added carefully. He knew that the leader's character was not irritable or indifferent.
Even on the contrary, in their eyes, the leader has always been a serious person who cares about his subordinates. But the man and the two secretaries beside him are people who have acted with the leader. Even if they know this information, once they think of the scene in the action
, this kind of awe-like respect is something that comes from the bones and cannot restrain itself.
"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 and asked, "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 make some mistakes later because you don't know the situation. Let's arrange the itinerary in the next few days.
It will probably take a while to get there. 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 was more like the man talking to himself. He got up, went to the row of bookshelves, glanced at it, and took out two books -
- "On the Self-cultivation of Actors", and "From Facial Expression to Becoming a Powerful Star". After wiping his hands on the book, the man was quite satisfied and sat on the chair to look at himself.