Cassia did not turn her head from beginning to end, but just kept staring at the gushing column of steam.
Fortunately, it is not a special type of high-pressure steam pipe, otherwise the massive amount of hot steam spurting out will definitely cause a lot of trouble to the two of them nearby. This is what Cassia has been thinking about, and other things and scenes have been destroyed.
He blocked it subconsciously.
Several pairs of shiny black leather boots stepped into his sight, and then he raised his head. On his pale and resolute face, his eyes were still extremely clear, and there seemed to be nothing that could be blasphemed or polluted.
"Hello, dear Mr. Murderer. I am the junior manager of Imperial Reclassification 237. You can call me Mr. Varoka. Of course, you can also call me Manager Varoka." The leading man said with a look on his face.
The smile you were born with is a smile that you never get tired of. It gives people a friendly and warm feeling. There is no trace of artificiality at all. It is just natural. Just the eyes are slightly squinted, and the eyes under the long eyelashes seem to have countless lights flowing.
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"Cassia." The boy responded politely. At least they didn't point the bright pistol at their waists at their heads as soon as they came up.
"Alas,,,,,,," Varoka continued Cassia's words, and then sighed heavily, looking at the hot red blood still beating on the ground and the body that occasionally twitched, and gently rubbed it with
The palm of the glove.
He slowly turned his head and looked around at all the scenery around him, allowing all the scenes in the dim environment to be reflected in his mind. When he saw the admission notice with golden handwriting next to Cassia, his eyes became even brighter.
It was bright, but he remained calm and no one could tell anything from his smiling face.
"Dear Mr. Cassia, a murderer and saboteur who will also be a future worker in the Imperial Heavy Industry's machinery industry, can you allow me to analyze your current situation for you?" Valoka's voice was gentle, and the rest of the people stood silently.
Behind him.
Seeing that Cassia just kept looking at him, Varoka continued:
"The Imperial Regulations state that murderers will be punished with life. According to the above regulations, those who damage steam pipelines will also be punished with life in serious cases. Of course, as someone who can be admitted to the Imperial Heavy Industry School, how much binding power these regulations have is in everyone's mind.
All very clearly. Therefore, the sound of the gunfire did not reach very far, and we came here only because we received an alert that the steam pipe was damaged. In such a cold weather, although exercise can warm the body, I still prefer to sit.
Listen to music and have some afternoon tea in a heated room."
Varoka rubbed her cold hands again.
"I wonder if Mr. Cassia feels the same way?"
"One hundred catties, two thousand two hundred holy coins." Cassia felt that there must be a cry in her voice. Originally, things should not have developed like this.
"Of course, such a skinny body only weighs about a hundred pounds. But you can see that it's very troublesome to clean up. My men are the best at this job. How about two thousand holy coins?" Valoka calculated it, and it seemed like it was fine.
Look like a businessman introducing products.
"Of course, there is also the cost of repairing the steam pipeline, which is very troublesome." Varoka's tone was full of the distress of dealing with troublesome things.
"I can repair steam pipes myself. I only need the tools you have, and I can rent them for money." Cassia knew that he could no longer escape the smiling fox in front of him. He was even more eager to interact with those who spoke rudely, or
The flight attendants have cold breaths when dealing with them. Because their temperament is like a girl who takes off her clothes. As long as you turn on the light, you can see every inch of the girl you are interested in.
So there will definitely be people who wear thick clothes and have layers of bandages on their faces. You never know what kind of face is hidden under those fabrics.
"No, no, Mr. Cassia." Varoka shook his head, "It is the easiest thing to repair the steam pipeline. The trouble is that I am just a small train conductor. After I go back, the superiors will definitely ask about the pipeline.
The reason for the destruction."
Varokka showed distress: "How about this? Look, a hungry refugee thug brought a pistol out of nowhere and threatened to rob others of their money. However, his hand shook and he opened the steam pipe.
A hole was made. Then the heroic manager Varoka arrived and fired six rounds of silver bullets in a row, not only smashing his pistol, but also smashing it.
The head of a thug. And then it's over and the curtain falls."
"Did what you saw happen like this, dear Mr. Cassia?" Carloca asked softly, continuing the song and dance drama in his mind, "The props for the stage play are carefully prepared. You have to know every step.
The bullets were all exquisite ammunition worth one hundred holy coins. And in order not to be blamed by his superiors for this accident, he wanted the people above to calm down and watch the stage play, and did not prepare mellow-tasting wine to add to the fun.
They are definitely not interested. But it is a good product worth five thousand holy coins, and I can only take a sip during the New Year ceremony. It is really difficult to deal with these things."
As he spoke, Varoka pulled out his pistol. The silver barrel shone brightly, and you could tell at a glance that it was a high-end product that had been carefully maintained. He turned aside the wheel and poured out six equally exquisite silver bullets.<
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The weight of the six bullets was surprisingly heavy, very heavy, and very cold, as if the metal in the hand was not a bullet, but ice that could condense the flesh and blood of the palm. But even if it was impeccably refined, it was only worth one holy coin.
The product color is just plated with an extra layer of silver metal, which is really disgusting.
Cassia took out the money with cold eyes, like a wolf trying to bite the prey that provoked him, but this time he was unable to do anything. His own body temperature still remained on the coin, and then it was also taken away by the hand with white gloves.
, the temperature above disappeared, this time in exchange for six silver bullets without any temperature in the palm of the hand.
The steam pipe was repaired, and the people who came were a few skilled veterans. The door of the cargo compartment was opened, and a fierce cold wind poured in from there. The body was thrown out, and outside the compartment was a dead farmland filled with snow.
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"Aren't you afraid that I will fire six cold shots from behind?" Cassia put the silver .10 bullets into the honeycomb drum one by one, and then pressed hard with his thumb, and the drum reset perfectly. The rough black pistol, again
Transform into a black dragon that can breathe fire.
"Mr. Cassia, the world of the Empire is not as miserable as what you see now. It will become even more turbid. You still have longing and hope for the Empire in your heart. I think you will not give up this time to see the true face of the Empire.
opportunity."
"Well, dear Mr. Cassia, I wish you and your sister a pleasant journey." Varokka smiled and made a standard etiquette towards Cassia. This was the elegance of a gangster, and then turned around and stepped on the bouncing horse.
The sound disappeared into the continuous darkness of the cargo compartment.
The black ink and blood on the ground formed a layer of ice. No one dared to come to this carriage anymore. Even when they passed here, people turned their heads and ran past at a faster pace. In their eyes, Cassia was an out-and-out
Demons, especially this demon, can take the lives of any of them at any time.
Cassia felt sad in her heart. Things should not have developed like this. The normal sequence should not be that she took the imperial train safely and arrived at Manoma safely. There could be a little coldness in it. Then she took the admission notice,
I paid the expensive tuition, successfully entered school with my head held high, lived in a cheap campus dormitory, made many friends, graduated successfully five years later, was awarded the title of baronet, found a job that matched my status, and allowed my mother and sister to live a good life.
,,,,,Shouldn’t the trajectory of your life be like this?
But why, why did everything change in just twenty days? Why would someone like me, a gentle person with such a good character, pay attention to me? Could it be that I have done something wrong? I just want to work hard.
Just be yourself!
He turned his head, and this was the first time he looked into Nuo'er's eyes. There was no fear in his eyes, only overflowing attachment and endless depth.
"I'm still very gentle." Cassia said sadly. He shook the cold pistol in his hand, "Believe me, this is just a toy."
Although he can kill people. This is what Cassia did not say.
Night fell, and dawn came again. The next day, the imperial train finally stopped at the penultimate station. A group of people ran out of the train crying. Here they could usher in a new life and start a new life. They left.
Hell. There are also more people getting on the bus. These are people full of hope and young ambition. They are preparing to go to Manoma to show off their skills. Most of them will come back silently with their tails between their legs.
The train takes a day to load and unload the necessary goods, and the cargo compartments rarely stay open until late at night. It is still far away from Manoma, but it is not a border area. It is a quite fertile industrial site. The popularity of electrical appliances has spread to
Here, the shadow of the gas lamp is no longer on the platform, replaced by a mercury steam lamp that is brighter and has a stronger ability to penetrate fog. The incandescent light is like the scorching sun, lighting up the entire busy station.
Cassia could finally see the entire sky with flowing stars, and winter was slowly passing away. He wanted to get out of the car, but his story seemed to have been spread, so that in such a new place, everyone still avoided him
No one who got on the train, including Nuoer, dared to take a step beyond his carriage.
Since everyone is avoiding him, it must be right for me to follow him.
What a ridiculous reason. Cassia wanted to make fun of these people who didn't know the whole thing with a sarcastic tone, but the clown-like character was always him, and it didn't change from beginning to end. p>
He held the gas lamp next to him and stayed with books without feeling sleepy, even though most of these books had been recorded in his mind. Noel was fast asleep with her hat on, and the girl had unknown fatigue.
In the middle of the night, the whistle of the rearrangement sounded again, like a sad cry, carrying a group of people who were treated as cargo to the most prosperous area of the Saint Dorag Empire. It was the paradise in their dreams, but it was also their reality.
The hell in.
Three days later, on the morning of February 12, 1096 in the Holy Calendar, the cold winter began to retreat, but the warm spring was delayed. The Imperial heavy train slowly stopped at the train station north of Noma. There was a noisy sound outside, and the cargo compartment was surrounded by steam.
Cover the next fan and slowly open it.
The administrator blew a loud steel whistle, urging the people on the cargo compartment to leave quickly.
Cassia was awakened by the sound and opened her eyes, feeling sore and painful that the girl's weak body was no longer in her arms.