Steel Steam and Flame

　　 Cassia didn't turn his head from start to finish, just staring at the plume of steam.

　　 Fortunately, it is not a special type of high-pressure steam pipe, otherwise the huge amount of hot steam that spews out will definitely be a lot of trouble for the two of them nearby. This is what Cassia has been thinking about all the time, other things have been subconsciously shielded by him.

　　 Several pairs of shiny black leather boots stepped into his sight, only then did he lift his head, his pale and firm face, his eyes were still extremely clear, it seemed that there was nothing to blaspheme and pollute.

"Hello, dear Mr. Murderer. I am the minor manager of the Empire's relisted 237. You can call me Mr. Varoka. Of course, you can call me the manager of Varoka." The leading man looked like The smile that I was born with is a smile that I will never tire of, giving people a warm and affectionate taste, without any trace of contrived, just natural. It's just that the eyes are slightly squinted, and the eyes under the long eyelashes seem to have countless rays of light flowing.

　　 "Kasia." The boy replied politely, at least they didn't come up and pointed their heads with the dazzling pistols on their waists.

"Hey..." Faloka continued Cassia's words, and then sighed heavily, looking at the hot red blood still on the ground and the corpse that occasionally twitched, and gently rubbed it with him. The palm of the glove.

　　 He slowly turned his head and looked around all the surrounding scenery, letting all the scenes in this dim environment reflect in his mind. When I saw the admission notice in hot gold writing next to Cassia, his eyes brightened, but he didn't move a little bit. No one could see anything from his smiling face.

"Respected murderer and saboteur, Mr. Cassia, who is also a laborer of the heavy machinery industry in the future, can I give you an analysis of your current situation?" Faloka's voice is gentle, and the rest have been standing quietly. Behind him.

　　 Seeing that Cassia just kept looking at him, Faloka continued:

"Imperial regulations, murderers pay for their lives. Relisting the regulations, destroying steam pipes, or severely pays for their lives. Of course, as you can be admitted to the Imperial Heavy Industries School, how much binding power these regulations have, everyone It’s all very clear. Therefore, the gunfire did not reach far, and we came here only because we received an alert that the steam pipe was broken. In such cold weather, although exercise can warm up my body, I still want to sit. Listen to music and have afternoon tea in a heated room."

　　Valoka rubbed her cold hands again.

　　 "I wonder if Mr. Cassia feels the same way?"

　　 "One hundred catties, two thousand two hundred sacred coins." Cassia felt that there must be a cry in his voice, that things shouldn't have developed like this.

"Of course, such a thin bone is about 100 catties. But you see that it is very troublesome to clean up. My subordinates are the best at doing this. How about two thousand holy coins?" Faloka calculated it, and it was alive and well. Take off like a merchant introducing goods.

　　 "Of course, there is also the maintenance cost of the steam pipe. This is very troublesome." Valoka's tone was full of troubles.

"I can repair the steam pipe myself. I only need the tools you hold under your hand, and I can rent it." Cassia knew that he could no longer escape the smiling fox in front of him. He was more eager to be rude with those words, or The flight attendant dealt with coldly. Because their temperament is like a naked girl, as long as you put on the light, you can see any inch of skin of the girl you are interested in.

　　 So there will definitely be people wearing thick clothes with layers of bandages on their faces. You never know what kind of faces are hidden under those fabrics.

"No, no, Mr. Cassia." Faloka shook his head. "Repairing the steam pipe is the easiest thing. The trouble is that I am just a small train manager. After this time, I must ask about the pipe. The reason for the destruction."

Faloka expressed distress: "Why not, if a hungry refugee mob brought up a pistol from nowhere, he threatened with a gun and wanted to **** money from others. However, he shook his hand and turned off the steam pipe. A hole was punched. Then the heroic Chief Valorka arrived, "bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) The head of the mob. Then the thing ended and the curtain fell."

"Did what you see happened like this, dear Mr. Cassia?" Kaloka asked softly, continuing the musical in his mind, "The stage props are all carefully prepared, you have to know each The bullets are all exquisite ammunition worth one hundred sacred coins. And in order to prevent the accident from being blamed by your boss, let the characters above calm down and watch this stage show, and don’t prepare mellow wine to add to the fun. They are definitely not interested. But it is a good product worth five thousand sacred coins, and I can only drink it during the New Year ceremony. These things are really difficult to deal with."

　　Faloka said as he drew out his pistol, the silver gun body was shining, and you could tell at a glance that it was a high-quality goods that was carefully maintained. He put aside the wheel and poured out six equally delicate silver bullets inside.

　　 The weight of six bullets is surprisingly heavy, heavy, and cold, as if the metal in his hand is not bullets, but ice that can condense the flesh and blood of the palm. But even if it is impeccably exquisite, it is only a mass-produced item worth one holy coin, and it is just plated with an extra layer of silver metal, which is really nasty.

　　 Cassia took out the money with cold eyes, like a wolf trying to spread out and bite his prey, but there was nothing he could do this time. There was still his own body temperature on the coin, and he was also taken away by the white-gloved palm. The temperature on it disappeared, this time in exchange for six silver bullets with no temperature on the palm.

　　 The steam pipe was repaired, and the people who came were a few skilled veterans. The cargo compartment door was opened, and a violent cold wind poured in from there. The body was thrown down. Outside the compartment was a dead farmland filled with snow.

　　 "Aren't you afraid that I fired six cold shots from behind?" Cassia put the silver dots into the honeycomb drum one by one, and then the drum was reset perfectly with the force of his thumb. The rough black pistol once again turned into a black dragon that could breathe flames.

"Mr. Cassia, the world of the empire is not as unbearable as you see it now, he will be even more muddy. You still have a 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 Of opportunity."

"Then, dear Mr. Cassia, congratulations on a pleasant journey with your sister." Faloka smiled and made a standard manner towards Cassia, which was the elegance of a rogue robber, and then turned and stepped on the bouncer. The sound disappeared into the continuous darkness of the cargo compartment.

The black ink and blood on the ground formed a layer of ice, and no one dared to come to this carriage anymore. Even if it passed through here, people turned their heads and speeded up their pace and ran by. In their eyes, Cassia was absolutely nothing. The devil, especially this devil, can take the life of any of them at any time.

　　 Cassia is sad, and things shouldn't have been going this way. The normal sequence shouldn't be that oneself is riding the Imperial train safely and arriving at Manoma safely, where there can be a little bit of cold. Then he took the admission notice, paid the expensive tuition, went to school with his head held high, lived in a cheap campus dormitory, and met many friends. After five years, he graduated successfully, awarded the baronial title, found a qualified job, and allowed the mother to share My younger sister leads a good life. Shouldn't her life trajectory be like this?

　　 But why, why has everything changed in only twenty days. I am such a gentle person, such a person of good character, why would anyone hit his own attention? Could it be that I did something wrong, I just want to work hard to be myself!

　　 He turned his head. This was the first time he met SINO's eyes. There was no fear in his eyes, only the overflowing attachment and endless sense of depth.

　　 "I'm still very gentle." Cassia said sadly and sadly. He shook the cold pistol in his hand, "Trust me, this is just a toy."

　　 Although he can kill. This is something Cassia didn't say.

　　 The night falls, and the dawn comes again. The next day, the empire retrain finally stopped at the second to last station. A group of people ran out of the car crying, where they could usher in a new life and start a new life, and they were free from hell. There are also more people getting on the bus. These are people full of hope and young ambition, who are ready to go to Manoma to show off their skills. There will always be most people who come back silently with their tails in their hands.

　　 The train takes a day to load and unload the necessary cargo, and the cargo compartment is rarely opened until late at night. It is still far away from Manoma, but it is not a frontier area. It is a rather rich industrial site. The popularity of electrical appliances has spread here. There is no gas lamp shadow on the platform for a long time. Instead, the mercury vapor lamp with brighter light and stronger fog penetration ability, incandescent light is like the hot sun~www.readwn.com~ The whole busy station.

　　Kassia can finally see the sky full of stars flowing, winter is slowly passing away. He wanted to get out of the car very much, but his story seemed to be spread, so that when he arrived at such a new place, everyone still avoided him and Noer. People in the car did not dare to step past his car.

　　Since everyone avoids him, I must be right to follow.

　　 is really a ridiculous reason. Cassia wanted to make fun of these people who didn't know the whole thing at all, but he was always the character like a clown, and he didn't change from beginning to end.

　　 He took the gas lamp by his side, and was accompanied by books without sleep, even though most of these books have been recorded in his mind. Noer was sleeping with a hat on, and the girl had unknown fatigue.

In the middle of the night, the re-listed siren sounded again, like a sad cry, carrying a group of people who were treated as goods to the most prosperous area of ​​the Santorage Empire. It was their dream paradise, but it was also their reality. In the hell.

　　 Three days later, on the morning of February 12, 1096, the cold winter began to withdraw, but the warm spring was delayed. The imperial rearrangement slowly stopped at the railway station north of Norma. There was noisy noise outside, and the cargo compartment slowly opened under the cover of steam.

　　 The steward blew a loud steel whistle, urging the people in the cargo compartment to leave.

　　 Cassia was awakened by the sound, her eyes opened, her soreness and pain were severe, and the girl's weak body was no longer in her arms.

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