"What's your name?" Another day passed, and today was Cassia's twenty-fourth day on the imperial train. He looked at the little girl sitting next to him and asked again.
The girl sat very upright, with her back straight, and she never put down the hat she was wearing. There was darkness under the brim of the hat, and in the darkness were black eyes that were becoming more and more radiant.
"Noer." The girl's answer was very brief, repeating these two words forever.
"Where is your mother or father? Are they in the car?" Cassia still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. He regretted what he had done out of sympathy. He went to Manoma to go to school.
, is looking for opportunities to earn titles and money. He doesn’t have much money, and he can barely provide food and other things for the little girl now, but if he really gets to Manoma, how should the little girl be settled?
When he goes to Imperial Heavy Industries, he can only live in a low-cost campus dormitory, which is the kind where a few people share a room. If the little girl follows him, not only accommodation will be a problem, but also all kinds of living expenses. Cassia feels that her head suddenly
It swelled up and hurt with worry.
"Are you going to abandon Nuoer too?" The girl's feeling was as sharp as a beast and as sensitive as a hunter. She felt the troubles entangled in Cassia and the regret that involved her.
Cassia's pupils were constricted and her mouth was slightly open. In addition to expressing surprise, there were also words she could not say. How could a kitten that loves to bask in the sun be a tiger that decisively kills its prey? He thought of his sister Lilia again, and the tenderness in his heart seemed to be overflowing again.
.His clenched fists slowly loosened, and the hesitation in his eyes finally disappeared. At this moment, he made a decision.
"How could it happen? Believe me." Cassia tried her best to give the girl Nuoer a mature, stable and confident smile, but in Nuoer's eyes, it was just a face that was uglier than crying.
"No'er believes in you." The girl's words warmed Kasia's heart, which had been cold for several days. He gently rubbed No'er's head, and began to calculate various plans in his mind when he arrived in Manoma. p>
Children who are capable of assembling a mechanical watch such as a perpetual calendar not only need excellent eyesight, but patience and care are also key. The installation sequence and installation steps of each gear require careful thinking to memorize and adjust.
Cassia is very good at this. Once she makes up her mind, even if she still regrets it in her heart, she has already begun to consider various situations in her mind, although this kind of thinking is still very immature.
It was an uneventful day. Nuoer had been sleeping and looked very tired. The time he could talk to Cassia was very limited.
Cassia took out the theology and history books in her suitcase to read when there was enough light.
There are several pages with serious signs of being turned over. These pages read:
In the year 0 of the Holy Calendar, the Astus family took control of the Kingdom of Mano. After the core of the first-generation Analytical Engine was transported to Manoma by train, the Kingdom of Mano was renamed the Saint Dorag Empire. With the excellent computing power of the Analytical Engine
, the industrial base development and technological innovation of the Saint Dorag Empire have made great progress. The birth of the Analytical Engine made the Saint Dorag Empire become another emerging overlord on the Later Phase Continent in just a dozen years.
, and the "Creation War" broke out. Dozens of surrounding countries were not spared by the steel war machine of the Saint Dorag Empire.
The Creation War subsided, and the empire recuperated for hundreds of years. Its ambitions expanded again, and the war started again. Countless small countries with no support were destroyed, and when the banner of the empire seemed to occupy the entire continent, the wheels of advancement began in the west.
The Far Sea Commonwealth was blocked and stopped at the border of the Flame Alliance in the south.
What was supposed to be a devastating battle has turned into a cross-century tug-of-war. Hope that the war will stop has consumed the lifespan of several generations, but this long-term cross-century tug-of-war has continued to this day, and there is still no end in sight.
Traces of,,,,,,
Cassia looked at the densely packed small words in the book. The dim environment made his eyes sore quickly, and the quiet environment around him became a good catalyst. He felt that his eyelids were heavy, and the words in the book began to become blurry.
Although I tried my best to cheer myself up, I was really nervous because of Nuoer's incident in the past two days, and I didn't pay much attention to my sleep.
Not long ago, the matter of Nuoer was finally decided, and the tense nerves in his body relaxed suddenly, and exhaustion enveloped him like a dark night. Cassia closed her eyes, and the book fell on Nuoer. Both of them fell asleep quietly.
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Cassia only felt that when she closed her eyes, she fell into a deep and deep sleep, her mind was blank, she was not thinking about anything, it was just a simple and quick rest for her brain.
It wasn't until he subconsciously felt someone dragging his legs that his consciousness suddenly returned. His whole body was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, his eyes suddenly opened, and his left hand, still holding the book, was placed on Nuo'er's weak body.
He moved forward, and his right hand subconsciously touched the high-alloy dagger left behind him.
No!
Cassia's heart seemed to have been pinched hard, and the heart thumping in his chest instantly made it difficult for him to breathe. In a short period of time, his hazy sleepy eyes had adapted to the dim environment, and the eyes reflected in his pupils were
The first sight was the dozens of pale and twisted faces surrounded by Greedy looking at him.
The second picture shows two people half-kneeling at their feet. They are pulling hard on the suitcases fixed under their knees. Because Cassia did not find anyone who could look after each other, but put the suitcases on them during the break.
One end of the thick rope was tied to his feet. The suitcase made of hard leather had several scratches from sharp objects, but fortunately the leather was of good quality and was not scratched. The two people who were half kneeling were exerting their strength.
Pulling out the seal of the suitcase tied with a thick rope, one of them held a short sword in his hand, which was the one Cassia lost.
In the blink of an eye, the thick rope has been cut.
And Cassia's clear eyes were also discovered by the dozen or so people surrounding her.
"Wake up! Wake up!" The scream was as hoarse as an old hen that had lost all its feathers.
The air suddenly solidified at this moment, and then like ignited gunpowder, agitation broke out in an instant.
"What are you doing!" Cassia was frightened in his heart. He shouted this sentence with almost all his strength. He was afraid in his heart. He had long heard that some people were robbing other people's things, and some people would take advantage of other people's sleep.
Sometimes I steal other people's luggage. Although I know in my heart that such a thing happens, when it happens to me, the feeling of fear and helplessness is unprecedentedly strong.
How can thieves do it without the courage? Moreover, the object they stole and robbed was only a seventeen-year-old boy, and they had not eaten anything for several days. Their survival instinct led them to find Cassia, who felt harmless to humans and animals.
The children are coming.
The roaring voice did not have the deterrent effect that Cassia wanted. Instead, the theft was discovered, and the theft immediately turned into a robbery with intent.
They are a group of greedy robbers.
The suitcase was suddenly pulled by the two people. It had no weight in the first place, and was suddenly dragged up by the huge force. The thick rope that was cut could no longer play a binding role, and all the contents in the suitcase fell out.
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Several thick books and several spare sets of clothes, including a black dress that Cassia's mother stayed up late to make for him to wear on formal occasions, two pairs of shoes, pencils, pens scattered on the floor, and a fragile black ink bottle
Incomparably, the cracking sound was clear and crisp, and a black flower bloomed on the steel plate. Several pieces of fragrant bread wrapped in khaki oil paper also rolled to the ground. Finally, there was an admission notice written in gold foil, and
There is a simple graffiti that says "Brother Cassia" floating in the air and slowly falling to the ground.
"Mine! Mine! It's all mine!"
The aroma of the food and the cold wind caused this small makeshift group to disband in an instant, and more than a dozen people huddled together and started grabbing frantically.
Cassia put the awakened Nuoer on the wooden board of the cargo box behind her, squeezed her strong body into the crowd, and pushed away these crazy-looking bandits with great strength.
"Get out!" Cassia almost pushed the woman in front of him away with a palm. His mind was in chaos and he couldn't think about anything.
But he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his neck. When he woke up, he saw a cold light flashing in the dim environment, and a dagger with a sharp edge had been quickly retracted. Then the left lower jaw connected to the earlobe.
The stinging sensation turned into bone-chilling pain, and the feeling of a cut made by the dagger there was extremely strong. Hot liquid flowed out from the wound and suddenly filled the entire left side of the neck.
Cassia subconsciously touched his left hand, and his eyes reflected the bright red blood on his hand. He was inexplicably flustered, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and there was a cold air that could penetrate the bones from everywhere in his body. Gu
She felt no pain and quickly covered the wound with her hands to prevent more blood from flowing out.
Just holding the wound and looking at the crowd who were still looting in front of him, Cassia no longer had the courage to take another step. He stood in front of them blankly, his whole body trembling with fear, but there was no strength in his strong body at this moment. Cassia just watched as all her clothes and shoes were taken away, and the bread that fell on the ground was eaten away on the pale faces of those people with joyful expressions. There were only books and pens without anyone interfering.
The blood had begun to coagulate at the wound covered by his left hand. Fortunately, it was just a skin injury and no nerve tissue was injured. Cassia originally thought that the group of bandits would leave like this, but when the objects scattered on the ground were forced to decide their owners,
, they stood there with more confidence, led by the man holding a dagger. Cassia stood in front of them like a docile lamb who could not resist, waiting to be slaughtered.
"Money, we want money, your money. Give us your money,,,,,," the hoarse voice was filled with the joy of victory and unconcealed pride, and of course overflowing impatience.<
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"Hurry up and hand over the money! You have money to buy this little girl, why don't you save us. Bread is a million times cheaper than a girl!"
"I'm so hungry, I want money!" There was a distorted voice in the crowd.
"She was originally my sister." Cassia's lips turned white and trembled. She uttered these words word by word with a trembling voice.
The leading man seemed to be losing his patience. The success of the first step made his arrogance rise.
"Don't lie to us! You don't look alike at all. Her hair is blond and your hair is black. You weren't even around her the past few days! Give us money quickly and get it out quickly! Hurry! We want money!"
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"Quick! Take out the money!"
"Take out the money and we will let you go!"
"Yes, I'll let you go after I get the money!"
"Quick! Money! Money! All the money!"
Suddenly someone couldn't hold it any longer and stepped forward to pull Cassia's clothes. Several others walked around him and stretched out their stained hands to grab Nuo, who was hiding behind Cassia with his eyes wide open quietly.
Son.
Cassia felt the power of Noer's hands tightly grasping the hem of his clothes, and he didn't know where the courage and strength came from. He waved his fists with both hands, and all the people who were coming were pushed away, and the condensed wounds were torn apart again.
It cracked and blood flowed out again.
At the steam factory, he started as a low-level coolie, carrying pieces of steel parts every day. His strength was also forcibly developed at that time. Even though he was still underage, his strength was much greater than that of an ordinary adult male.
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The dozen or so people in front of them suddenly became excited, and they became angry, as if they were watching their docile children suddenly dare to jump up and hit their knees. They pushed him over and grabbed the boy's strong and pale face with their hands. p>
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Cassia waved his tightly clenched fists and struck forward randomly. From the corner of his eye, he saw the leading man swinging a sharp dagger and slashing at his chest. Cassia quickly took a step back to avoid the sword.
, but the clothes on the chest were cut open with a big hole, revealing the pure white cotton inside.
Even though it was not cut, the skin there felt like it was frozen by ice.
"He wants to kill me!" The coolness that escaped the young man's body suddenly disappeared.
"Get out!"
"Get out!"
"Get out!"
The seventeen-year-old boy could no longer contain the fear in his heart, and then the fear instantly turned into silent anger. At this moment, all the fear, all the weakness, all the tolerance, and all the acquiescence turned into the burning anger.
After applying the agent, his body seemed to be gushing with heat, like a completely irritated kitten with explosive hair, revealing its sharp claws hidden under the fine hair.
He took out the revolver from his arms, with a black body, a barrel more than ten centimeters long, and a caliber as thick as a thumb. There was a spiral called "Death Spiral" in the dark muzzle.
Deep in the barrel, it seems that at any moment a black dragon covered with scales will stretch out its majestic and ferocious head, breathing bright red and hot flames!
The air became thicker at this moment, and then froze. The faces of the group of people in front of them became solidified, and the twisted faces were full of fear as they looked at the muzzle of the gun. Their arrogance instantly dissipated without a trace, and their confidence
Moments passed, their bodies became weak again, their pride turned into panic, and their joy turned into a terrible nightmare that they couldn't get rid of.
"You dare to shoot,,," the words of the leading man were his death declaration, and his smug face was blown into pieces flying in the air by the .10-caliber revolver.
The black dragon breathed out without any hesitation. He didn't want to see any triumphant faces, nor did he want to hear any syllables that screamed like a dying crow.
The bright red flame illuminated the dim carriage like lightning, illuminating the trembling and frightened faces of the others who were breathing cold air. It was also like the exploding thunder announcing the coming of the black storm.
The golden bullet exploded a man's head, and it still had great power and shot into the steam pipe in the corner of the cargo compartment, making a clear sound of gold and iron attacking.
The body gushed out blood and fell weakly. Rich steam spurted out from the metal pipes, moistening the extremely dry air in the entire carriage. The boy's eyes were bloodshot, blood oozed from his biting lips, and the finger on the trigger of the pistol was held in his right hand.
Still continuing to exert great power, the smoke rising from the revolver has not completely dissipated, and the air is quickly diluting the smell of gunpowder. The remaining people have already crawled to escape this oppressive cage, escaping from this oppressive prison in which they
The boy who suddenly transformed from a kitten into a wolf before his eyes.
The young man gritted his teeth to prevent the feeling that seemed to have suddenly been lost from his heart from moistening the corners of his eyes. Step by step, he moved forward resolutely, leaning down to pick up the books, pencils and pens he cherished, and returned them.
There are precious graffiti given to him by his sister, as well as a golden admission notice stained red by the blood flowing from his chin.
Cassia sat quietly beside Noer, her tall figure blocking the view of the fallen body. He put the pistol aside and covered the re-opened wound with his left hand, but did not dare to look at Noer. He didn't know
What his image would look like in the girl's eyes, but he could imagine that it must be very bad. Normally, his sister Lilia would be frightened to tears when she saw a little blood, so such a scene unfolded like this to a six or seven-year-old girl.
He is really an incompetent brother in front of the girl.
Cassia sighed in her heart, and there were also inexplicable emotions throbbing. He stared at the milky white steam that continued to spurt in a daze, and did not notice Nuoer's face that was calm from beginning to end, and the brilliance in her eyes became even more intense.
Better than before.
The people who were cleaning the car had already finished leaving and were hiding far away. It was so quiet that the two of them could hear their own steady or rapid breathing.
The silence was broken only when the unique sound of shoes stepping on the steel plate came.
Seven or eight men wearing gray overalls or black management uniforms walked into the carriage connection. The leading man had a smile on his face.