Steel steam and flame

It was still a nearly completely enclosed truck box. Although there was a sunroof, it could not be opened because the rain had not stopped. The smell of various mixed perfumes made the air in the car feel extremely dull. Everyone agreed not to speak. It was almost the same as when they went out to do tasks. They were all thinking about their own things. Everyone became someone else's side. Air.

Time did not go very quickly. By the time we arrived at the center of Manoma, almost an hour had passed. After a few more minutes, the various sounds coming from outside the car gradually became quieter, and then seemed to enter a huge cavity. The sounds disappeared in an instant, and the sound of raindrops hitting the cargo box also disappeared at the same time. Go down.

The people in the car stood up almost at the same time, they arrived.

This is the underground parking lot next to the Victory Building. All parking spaces have been vacated a few hours ago for the use of military school personnel. Rows of man-carrying trucks, almost carved out of the same mold, drove away one by one. People wearing different dresses jumped off in order, looking around to observe the strange environment around them. This is their instinctive reaction.

The air also seemed different from that in the military school. Cassia looked around and did not see Ye Jielin and the others. In the vehicle behind them, they had not arrived yet.

Rather than coming here to attend the dance, Cassia felt that many people, including herself, seemed more like they were here to perform some kind of mission. In addition to being acquaintances, one can see the mutual wariness in everyone's eyes. Their faces are not serious, but they definitely have a sense of indifference. There was not the excitement and enthusiasm in the air that one should expect when attending a dance. Sure enough, everyone took this dance as a mission.

There were so many people attending this dance, and trucks were coming in one after another in the spacious parking lot. As for Cassia and the others, not long after they got off the bus, they were summoned by several logistics staff. The people in the bus followed the guide in front of them honestly and neatly, walking slowly and quietly. Surprisingly, only the sounds of footsteps of various tones echoed around.

Exiting the stairs in front is the ground floor wing of the Victory Building. The few people standing there waiting for something were all attracted by Cassia and his team. But no one in the team cared about this.

Observing the specific structure and layout of the side hall, Cassia followed the team forward while writing down the route needed to escape later. There is gentle music playing from the speakers in the ceiling, and the lights are not dazzling. The ground is so bright that you can see your own shadow when you lower your head. There is a very light floral scent in the corridor, the carpet is just right, and the excellent air circulation system makes everyone feel comfortable. Everyone inside the Victory Building feels a sense of natural comfort.

Walking up the elevator in order, the people in the car were led orderly and quickly to the hall where they should arrive.

At the same moment, people living in the central area of ​​Manoma were all attracted by the same thing. It was under the rain, and there were almost a line of manned trucks driving on the road. They were entering the parking lot under the Victory Building in an orderly manner.

Whether it was the people sitting in the limousine next to it or the people walking on the street holding umbrellas, they all looked at this rare sight and guessed what happened. Because in their eyes, there were different limo cars driving past one after another on the other side, and parked in the large square in front of the Victory Building.

As one of the most iconic buildings in Manoma Center and a hotel, the Victory Building has a huge number of limousine cars parked around it every day. But when I saw those exquisite ceremonial cars that stopped one after another, from their tires to the paint on the body, to the material on the glass windows, and the powerful sound of power that could not be suppressed in the steam engine, it all showed that these ceremonial cars The value of the car. The money converted into money for each of them will be an amazing number. In the consciousness of the onlookers, they knew that the people who came this time seemed to be people from the great nobles. Even under the umbrellas held up by the butlers, they still had very young faces.

Along with personnel from the military school, people from the seminary are also arriving one after another. It's just that the methods between the two are different.

Night fell very quickly over the main square, probably because of the rain clouds. A limo stopped, attracting a glance from a man walking by. There was no butler beside the man, but he was holding a white-gray umbrella by himself. He was a little taller than his peers. From the slender fingers holding the handle of the umbrella, you could tell that he was thin. She was also wearing a dress of the same color, white and gray, extremely neat and without a trace of wrinkles. Wearing a top hat of the same color on her head, most of her pale blond hair was covered by it. When walking, his body is very upright like all students in military schools. She has a fair face comparable to that of a girl, with light clothing on it, but not too thick. The other hand held a cane of the same color. After looking at the logo representing the Meredith family on the limo, he turned his head and walked a little faster towards the Victory Building. The rain seemed to be a little lighter at this time. A little bigger.

The door of the limousine opened after the man passed by. The first person to come out of the car was a steward. When he opened a big umbrella, he also went around to the other side of the car, and then a young-looking man walked out from under the umbrella.

"Master Royte, the dance will be held on the top floor of the Victory Building. There are still about ten minutes left before the start time. Please hurry up." The butler followed Royte's footsteps and continued, "Miss Natalie's The radio communication has been sent, look..."

Waving his hand and tightening the exquisite mechanical watch on his wrist, Royte raised his head and glanced at the Victory Building in front of him and said: "Don't worry about that side for now. Tell them to wait there and wait until I pass." Deal with it. Now that it's over, there's nothing to worry about. The important thing right now is this dance, which might have some interesting people in it."

"Yes." The butler responded, "Master, please hurry up and go up. When the dance ends in the evening, I will be waiting for you below."

More butlers separated from their delicate young masters in front of the foyer of Victory Building, and then returned to the limousine under umbrellas and waited for the long time to pass.

So at this moment, there were many limo cars on the wide road in front of the Victory Building that deliberately slowed down to watch. Some limousines that did not want to wait and see were also forced to slow down their driving speed in front of the Victory Building, and for a while, the sound of horns rang out on the road.

One of the ordinary limo cars was also affected and was caught in the middle of many slow limo cars. The sharp sound of the horn seemed to wake up the people in the limousine.

"Macquarie, why is the car slowing down?" It was the voice of someone who was still talking in sleep before she woke up. It was very weak, but it allowed everyone to hear clearly what she was saying. Through the closed window, I glanced at the crowded road outside and the Victory Building standing quietly beside it. "Did something happen here today?"

"The military school and the seminary are holding a grand dance here, it seems to be for the first graders. The time is coming, and now is the time for them to enter." The man named Macquarie in the passenger seat The man explained in great detail.

"Will there be a lot of people from both schools attending?"

"Yes, because it is a dance, and it will be lively when there are more people, so many people participated." McGregor said, the people next to him controlled the steering wheel and steam valve, letting the car slowly move slowly in the paralyzed traffic. move.

"Then drive the car to the square, I want to go and have a look."

"Okay." McGree replied. Then the limousine began to turn its direction little by little under control, heading towards the Victory Building.

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With a unified "ding" sound, the elevator finally opened the protective door more than a minute later. In front of him was a straight corridor with a row of glass windows on the side. Raindrops hit it diagonally, and the colorful light of Manoma's night view turned hazy on it, like an abstract painting painted with rich colors.

In front is a wooden door with gold trim, and behind is the hall. In the corridor, people wearing waiter uniforms are coming out one after another pushing carts. The preparations for the dance are coming to an end, and Cassia and the others are about to go in to participate in the dance.