The viaduct connecting both sides is spectacular and majestic.
A train roared from the end of the track, transporting passengers to the far west at the fastest speed that the machinery of this era could achieve.
If you want to go to more advanced West Coast cities, taking the train is the best choice.
Putting down the telescope, Victor stretched listlessly and watched the train leave.
"The boy at the end, we will stop at the next inn tonight. Do you have any questions?"
"Of course not."
After answering the question from the leader in front, Victor waved the reins gently, his white buttocks twisted slightly in displeasure, and helplessly followed the carriage in front.
This was the second day after he left the town of Walding, and he had no idea what was happening there.
So, when did he get ready to run away?
The answer is during the days when he practiced shooting.
Victor was very aware of Thomas's capriciousness, so he liquidated all the assets in his family that could be sold, and either sold them to people in the town at a low price, or mortgaged them to Walding's bank.
Before going to Black Gold Town to find Arthur, Victor entrusted an acquaintance to go to Dandelion, quietly hand over Thomas' evidence to Josh Renault, and remind him that Thomas would probably find an opportunity to go there.
Destroy the evidence and let them notice.
As for the acquaintance who ran the errand, he had just been released from prison by Victor, and the condition was to help Victor deliver the message.
Today, Victor carries a check of nearly 50,000 francs and secretly joins a large cross-state trade convoy, preparing to go to Rekton in Minx State...
That's right, it's the location of the General Bureau of Inspection and Inspection.
The reason why he did not take the train that passed over the bridge just now was because he was afraid that Thomas would intercept him at the train station.
But if he knew that Thomas had been controlled by the Police, he would probably choose to take the train at the next station.
Now all his belongings have been stuffed into this car, and Victor has not revealed his true name or purpose to anyone.
He kept making fortune tellers along the way, and all he got was "Go west, and you will have great luck..."
To the west, isn’t it Minx State?
The cans in the carriage were shaking dishonestly, but the jolting of the carriage prevented the others in the convoy from noticing anything strange about Victor.
There was a lump of black meat inside. Victor found a large glass jar for it, put it in, and then fixed it firmly on the fender of the carriage.
This thing is almost impossible to kill with physical means, and it cannot be thrown away. In a short period of time, Victor can only deal with it so simply.
Singing came from the front. Traffickers like to use singing to relieve the monotony of the journey. One person takes the lead and conveys this relaxing joy to everyone.
"How can summer be compared to you? Your loveliness and gentleness are beyond the reach of summer. The buds of July are blown to the ground by the wind. The lease of midsummer expires in a short time. The heat is high and the scorching heat is unbearable, and the dark clouds can be seen for a long time.
Beauty in ancient and modern times cannot escape the decline of beauty, and fate plays tricks on the four seasons..."
The songs were loud, and the escorts sang a regrettable ending with happy expressions.
But people don't care. They enjoy the short-term tranquility of the moment and hope to make a fortune through buying and selling.
The motorcade passed under the hill, and a group of people were holding a funeral above. There were many tombstones around, and they were surrounded. The priest's condolences were drowned out by the singing, which aroused the resentment of the family members of the deceased. They chased the motorcade and cursed the leader.
But the escort laughed loudly and added mocking words to the song.
In chaotic times and chaotic lands, people can lose their lives at any time, so wanton and harsh language has become a means of daily venting.
Victor looked at the distant sky, which was so desolate, that he suddenly remembered a famous saying from his hometown in his previous life.
The direction of the heart is as usual, and life is like a journey against the odds, setting sail with a reed.
……
Why did you choose to go to Renekton? In fact, it was not entirely because of the hexagrams.
There are two letters in Victor's box, one of which he got from Henry after Father Sang's death.
As for the other one, it was an email from Josh in reply to Victor, and the content of both letters was the same - recommending him to join the Anti-Suppression Department of the Renekton Police Bureau.
At first, Victor didn't want to join a department that engaged in dangerous work, but because of the coyote statue on his back, this might be his only choice.
In any case, the Anti-Suppression Department is an official department where foresights gather, and there will definitely be a lot of internal knowledge for Victor to learn.
For example, the secret of the Butterfly Secret Transmission, how to obtain the Butterfly Nature Secret Transmission II, what it means to become a knower, etc...
Victor has no idea what the current situation of the Immortal who descended on the Western Continent is, but his birth alone will cost the lives of more than 100,000 people. Such a terrifying existence is simply impossible to fathom.
If that thing crosses the ocean to find him, with Victor's current ability, he may have a nervous breakdown and die as soon as he meets him. After all, you can't look directly at a god...
Joining the Anti-Suppression Department, Victor will use this layer of official skin to block the "first shot" for himself.
Moreover, the Anti-Suppression Department has another advantage. As Father Sang said, the members in it basically all have code names and have their own superficial lives and work. The department does a pretty good job of keeping personnel information confidential.
Unless Father Sang is someone who likes to do things in a high-profile manner, members of the Anti-Suppression Department rarely meet each other.
This is the first step. Of course, Victor must be prepared that even the Anti-Suppression Department cannot resist the Immortal. Therefore, he must re-arrange an identity for himself, and then use this identity as a cover to go crazy in the dark.
Looking for Butterfly Secret Promotion.
Although this is difficult, it is currently the only way to go, and there is no other way.
After all... the other party is an indescribable immortal.
However, these plans all have a premise, that is, the descending Valentan ancestral spirit will not directly touch Victor through invisible techniques.
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Although this is an exaggeration, who knows what kind of abilities the immortals have?
Therefore, in the first month, Victor must be prepared to die instantly at any time.
This kind of mental torture is very terrifying. Victor is always telling his fortune. As long as he gets a bad fortune, he will be particularly nervous.
But things have been going well lately. Victor's divination has been telling him that there are great opportunities if he goes west.
After the sun went down, the motorcade arrived at the scheduled station. The grooms went to the tavern to have a drink. Victor bought some dry food and prepared to rest in the car tonight.
He made up the bedding, lay on it and drank some wine.
There are no stars tonight, and there are wild wolves neighing in the distant mountains and forests.
The white butt suddenly became restless and screamed, causing Victor's carriage to jolt in place.
He put down the flask, pulled out a gun, and looked around the convoy warily.
At this moment, all the grooms are partying in the tavern, and no one else stays near the hitching post.
Are wolves still beasts?
Victor watched carefully.
The white butt is so powerful that it can kill a wolf with just one kick. Even a dozen wolves can't do anything to it. But now that this guy is barking so fast, there must be something wrong.
"Dingling bell..."
A series of bells sounded from the end of the road, and a beam of light appeared over there, driving staggeringly towards the inn.
Victor took out his binoculars and looked over, and found that it was a very strange cart, slowly pulled by two cows, with a black horse behind it, and it suddenly stopped on the path outside the inn.
The cart is full of messy items, like a mobile grocery store, with all kinds of weird bells hanging on the cart's brackets, and the owner sitting on the cart is wearing a loose robe, revealing
The skinny chest is thin, and the sparse chest hair is slightly visible.
He walked out of the car, which also triggered countless bells, because this guy also had many bells tied around his neck, wrists and ankles, and his appearance was quite curious.
He raised his face with a grimace mask, as if he knew Victor was looking at him through a telescope, and raised his hand to say hello to Victor quickly.