Steel steam and flame

Propping up her body lying on the ground with her hands, Cassia found that a lot of her lost strength had been restored. There was a soft cry in front of him, and the touch of the cold hands on both sides of his head was still there. When he raised his head, he first saw a small, cute face with a caring expression.

The eyes were red and swollen, and the little girl wiped away her tears, but the uncontrollable fear could still be seen in her eyes.

"You're awake, that uncle..." The little girl couldn't find the right words to describe what she wanted to express.

"It's okay, that uncle you mentioned didn't make things difficult for me. We had a good chat." Cassia sat up and shook his head, realizing that Grote's influence on him was no longer there, but when he looked at the passengers around him, they were still His face was sleeping like a living corpse, and it looked like he would not wake up until daybreak.

"Thank you." Cassia stood up and said to the little girl, then took her luggage and asked her to wait for him in the original carriage. The temperature here is very low and the air has become turbid. It is not suitable for people of the age of a little girl to stay.

Nodding silently, the girl wanted to say something, but in the end it was all suppressed in her mouth. She could tell that now was not a good time to talk. Cassia still had a lot of cleaning work to do.

After closing the carriage door, Cassia found the suitcases of the five people based on the little girl's prompts, and then started cleaning up the large flowers of blood blooming in the carriage with their clothes. Can't think of any other way, Cassia could only throw the body out of the window, and treat it in the same way as the clothes that had been wiped with blood stains. After doing this, the sky was still dark.

Standing at the bottom of the carriage, Kasia carefully examined the carriage in front of her. After finding that nothing was missing, Cassia returned to the original carriage. Julien and Taranto were still asleep. The little girl was sitting in her original position. The broken black box had been repaired by her with simple threads. She also leaned on her seat with her eyes closed, probably falling asleep while waiting for Cassia to come back.

Without waking her up, Cassia also sat in a comfortable seat to rest, closing her eyes and sorting out all the things that happened not long ago.

At the same time, shortly after the fire went out, when Cassia left this spiritual world, the fire flickered again, no longer burning vigorously, but it could still survive.

Still the same as before, Grote sat on the stone lying horizontally, watching the flames of the fire. The surroundings were no longer dark, but it was not a lush grassland under the sun as he said to Cassia. This place is just a wasteland, with a layer of gray clouds in the sky, and it may start to rain again at any time. There is hard gray-brown rock under the feet. There is not a single tenacious grass growing there, nor is there a single crooked tree. There is only silence and desolation.

"Do you really hate this country so much? Why do you do this?" No shadow appeared next to Grote, and the words came from the gray sky.

"Of course, even though the person who brought me to this point is myself, the person who attacked the things around me and destroyed them completely was the Empire. I have always remembered how they treated my family. It's so sad." Grote said, his words were surprisingly calm, but the fire in front of him burst into flames, and the sparks rushed into the sky, and their momentum seemed to burn a hole in the gray clouds.

"And I don't use Cassia as a tool for my own revenge. I know why I ended up like this. So for Cassia, I don't want him to repeat my path. What he will do to the empire in the end Whatever choice he makes is his own business and he has absolute freedom. Even if he doesn't know it, you should know that I do not have the power to restrain him. And as a tool, I don't need to To guide and influence him, he will eventually start to regard himself as a tool. This time will not be long. The time before and after the war is the time that can spawn a group of madmen. Cassia was born during this time He is destined to be unable to escape. And of course all we can do is to try our best to help him survive the turmoil and grow up as soon as possible. As for the final step he can take, perhaps only you can see it. And I, of course, died completely before that." Grote said word by word.

"Perhaps, you have a big reason for the empire to develop like this. And if the empire can really go to destruction in your foresight, there will also be your reasons. This can be regarded as a complete thing that you have done. Right." The voice in the sky responded, "But my situation is no better than yours. As time goes by, the chance of me being dealt with is getting bigger and bigger. Can I wait until Cassia grows up to save me? The next step is still unknown. Even your preparations have been burdened on him because of me, which will help him more. But as the third person in the empire, A generation of knight kings, you should know how much you have gone through to grow to that stage."

"Regardless of success or not, I, like you, are people who have no choice." Grote's eyes reflected the orange-red light of the flame, "No matter what the final result is, Sukarius, since we can pass Cassia's The spiritual world is connected, so I hope you can fulfill your promise."

"Of course," Sucarius's voice fell through the clouds, and then the fire went out, and the desolate world fell into darkness again.

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"It should be a revolver. The bullets fired from the magazine-type pistol do not have such a strong rotational force and can blow up all the parts above the neck of a person." A lean young man spoke. He was squatting next to five corpses and pressed his hands on various places on the corpses. Based on the softness of the flesh, the weather, and the changes in skin color, he could judge the approximate time of their death. Finally, through the train timetable, we can calculate which train they were thrown from.

"Why don't you go to such trouble? Why don't you just report the situation to the Holy Emperor's Hall and ask them to send us the address directly? This is much simpler." The woman speaking next to her was wearing leather shorts, which was not too intense in the afternoon. A pair of slender snow-white thighs were exposed in the sun, but none of the other three men around him appreciated this beautiful scenery. Because they don't want to be kicked off their heads. The remaining woman in the team was really not interested in what she also had.

"Severna, if it can go as smoothly as this, we holy envoys should sit in our respective churches and listen to the prayers of the saints, instead of traveling thousands of miles to this deserted place. Beside the train tracks, check out the bodies that will stink soon." The squatting man refuted the girl's impatient words, "The other party's communication personnel are not students who have just left school, they are all working in the Holy Emperor's Hall. People who have been working for more than ten years have rich experience and have left no traces that can be traced.”

"And the Holy Emperor's Hall didn't expect that the mark on the skull would be quietly transferred to the spine, and that the most important thing they could safely leave to a saint who knew nothing about it. So that our The main force all followed the housekeepers who protected the Saint, and these were the only ones following the Saint." The man sitting on the rails spoke at this time, "But the strength of these people is not low, but the result But it is like this. It seems that there are other people we don’t know about the saint."

After finishing speaking, the man stood up and looked at the end of the train track hidden in the wilderness. There was a whirring sound of something hitting the air, and the train was coming.