The next conversation was intermittently, because Cassia could easily let the topic go cold. After carefully asking about all the experiences this time when the Holy Emperor asked her to escape from the Holy Emperor's Hall with the remains of the first-generation Knight King, Doris
She has an extraordinary level of trust in Cassia, and no detail is left out. However, due to factors such as age and growth environment, she can only recount what happened along the way as comprehensively as possible. As for other redundant matters,
Almost all considerations are zero.
"It seems that weather factors have a huge impact on everything." Cassia sighed at this time. After listening to Doris's words, they spent a lot of time to get so entangled with the staff of the Holy Emperor Hall.
There are many reasons for the heavy rain that lasted for several days.
Of course, apart from knowing that Doris was going to the Endless Sea with the bones of a generation of knight kings, he didn't know anything about the core things. Regarding Doris, the Holy Emperor didn't reveal much other than giving orders.
One word.
"I happened to be in theology class that day, and the housekeeper suddenly told me that the Holy Emperor was summoning me and asked me to come over quickly. Then it was not in the big room where the Holy Emperor usually dealt with things, but right next to the large exhibition hall where my uncle's bones were displayed.
"I met the Holy Emperor." Doris recalled, "Because I was originally a saint selected to manage this set of bones. When I saw the Holy Emperor, I thought there was something wrong with my affairs.
So much so that it alerted the Holy Emperor. But when I got there, I learned that there was something else. The Holy Emperor told me that there was a task that I needed to complete now, and only I could complete it. So later, with the help of several housekeepers,
We took away uncle's bones at night and replaced them with a pair of fake bones."
The "uncle" Doris calls is Grote, the first generation of knight kings. The saints selected in each generation seem to have a magical system that allows them to have a brief conversation with Grote in his spiritual time.
But this active power is in the hands of Grote. He has absolute freedom whether to maintain the necessary contact with each generation of saints.
"Later you moved into the Victory Building and left Manoma with the help of several housekeepers on a rainy day." Cassia murmured to herself, "Are those housekeepers people you know?"
"No, they were all temporarily arranged by the Holy Emperor. They were very nice to me and didn't make things difficult for me." Doris said, "The Holy Emperor didn't tell me what to do. He just asked me to do something.
Just keep walking with your uncle's bones. But a few days ago, the housekeepers suddenly said that there were some things that needed to be dealt with, so we divided the bones into two parts and separated them at the station. Later on the train, we bumped into each other.
Mr. Cassia, you are here."
When Doris said this, her rosy face turned pale, and she thought about what happened last night.
The conversation stopped here, and the two did not continue talking. Doris was more like a porter, or a contact person with Grote. As a saint like Doris, it seemed that they
Each generation has such a job and role. It is said that the upper age limit for being a saint is different, and it varies from person to person. It probably depends on the degree of conversation between each generation of saints and Grote. As a simple and cute little girl
, they are indeed more acceptable to Grote as they have no extra thoughts in their minds.
Or would it make him relax his vigilance? Cassia suddenly came up with such an idea.
"I have to find some related books. I need to verify some things." Cassia asked Doris to eat something first. She had been sleeping in the morning to replenish her energy, and she should be hungry now. p>
Then we came to the connection between the two carriages, where there was always a shortage of people smoking. The humid and hot summer wind blew, and Cassia's head did not relax at all. All kinds of thoughts without any reason inside began to resemble tree roots.
It became entangled and became a mess.
"Go and ask Grote again tonight?" He thought this was the most direct and feasible way.
By the time the last night on the train arrived, the weird atmosphere had long since disappeared. Many passengers maintained sufficient energy and enthusiasm, and kept making noise until almost late at night. When the night really came, the sky was filled with a
Shining stars. Cassia had not seen such a scene for a long time. When he left the small town and reached the military school in the Blanco Mountains, thin clouds lingered in the sky all year round. The night sky was already his old friend.
The calm breathing of Julien and Taranto could be heard next to her. Cassia looked at the time on the small alarm clock. It was now a little past two in the morning. Everyone around him was already asleep, but the situation of the previous two nights was not the same.
Appear again.
Trying to open his cross pupils, Cassia's perception was greatly increased, but she could not find the familiar weird feeling in the air. The influence of the golden skull on the train disappeared.
"When you arrive in the Oria region, let's go to the Imperial Library set up there." Cassia closed her eyes, "I think the four forces will not do anything about these things." I don't know the specific situation, so I closed my eyes.
After closing her eyes, Cassia quickly entered a semi-sleep state.
One side of the sky turned white very early, and the wilderness area has turned into a large city with tall buildings. Trains shuttled through it, and from the erected railways, you could see the busy running vehicles below. The milky white steam dropped in temperature in the early morning
The air fell to the ground in a more solid state, leaving only a dark watermark on the road.
The sound of the small alarm clock and the first whistle of the train entering the station sounded at the same time, disturbing most of the passengers who were still sleeping soundly. Julien and Taranto opened their eyes reflexively, and the sleepiness inside them disappeared in a few seconds.
Then they were dispersed. After moving their stiff bodies that had been sitting for most of the night, they turned their heads. Cassia had already sat upright, with a usually quiet face on her face.
"Good morning, Mr. Cassia." The two of them greeted each other. Except for that day when he fell asleep until noon due to the influence of Grote's spiritual world, Julien and Taranto were already on the airship for the two days.
I experienced Cassia's powerful self-discipline biological clock. As the commander-in-chief of this mission, his own qualities and training really surprised Julien and others.
As we talked with each other in the early morning, the speed of the train slowed down. Passengers who had endured the long journey took their luggage and hurriedly got off the train when the closed door opened, regardless of the surrounding steam that had not yet finished melting in the air.
After getting off the train, like a stream entering a river, they merged into the flow of people in front of them. Their different faces completely blended together. This is what ordinary life looks like.
With this thought in mind, Cassia carried Doris' suitcase, and the four of them got off the passenger train together.