Steel steam and flame

"It's all a small matter, and it just helps me warm up my body." Hessler waved his hand and said not to care, "It will take about two days for this airship to reach its destination. You let everyone have a good rest. Since Captain Cassia feels that there are people following us, it should be right. The enemy does not know our information and does not even have a photo. But with their strength, it may not be possible for us to walk out from the airport. It would be too easy.”

"And what we have to do is not only to get out of the airport safely, but also to collect some information about the enemy, or to get the traces of one or two important figures among them. That is what we need to consider."

"Of course, we still have to wait for the team leader to come back." Delya added, "I think we have to change the way we do things in the future, otherwise we will be left behind sooner or later." He said to Waters. Yes, Delya felt the pressure very early, which was greater than what she felt in the Brino area. This kind of pressure is still growing, and she believes that she should let herself and the people in the power do something.

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It wasn't until he felt the huge vibration spreading to himself along the ground again that Cassia stood up from the pile of salutes, patted his clothes, slowly walked around the many porters in the salute warehouse, and came again from the special passage. In the waiting room.

Standing at the corner of the door and looking around the spacious waiting room, Cassia no longer felt the vague feeling in the dark, and then walked to the empty seat in front of her and sat down.

"Am I being too careful?" He blinked, and after taking off his contact lenses, he immediately felt a sense of relief. The airtight and sensitive feeling against that kind of thing made him very uncomfortable. "Maybe it's just a psychological effect." He commented on this behavior himself.

Leaning gently on the chair, Cassia carefully took a look at the rolling timetable and the corresponding airship flights, then got up and bought a bunch of food, and found a corner to sit down as usual. The light outside is very good, and some of it falls on the body through the glass, which is very comfortable.

There was a buzzing sound like bees flapping their wings in front of them. It looked like they were a large group, all with very young faces, carrying an aura of innocence that Cassia envied in her heart...? The books he usually read didn't play any role at this time, and he couldn't find a suitable adjective for a while. But the aura they carried has indeed disappeared from Cassia's body long ago.

No longer paying attention to them, Cassia was instinctively alert to her surroundings while gulping down the food she bought. Then he closed his eyes for a short rest. An hour later, he opened his eyes on time and glanced around casually. When he was about to continue closing his eyes, something in front of him made his half-closed eyes open again. .

He is an unsociable person, his hair is simply tied into a bunch hanging down his head, and he is wearing a light pink spring dress. Cassia opened her ears. While everyone around her was talking about interesting things about this outing, she was the only one sitting on the chair and doing her own thing seriously.

But none of this had anything to do with Cassia. What interested him was what the young girl was holding. It was a self-bound booklet with a lot of strange words written by hand. It would be more appropriate to call it symbols. Cassia's memory was awakened in a short moment. In Blino's warehouse, he had seen the same thing, which was a symbol deeply imprinted on a pair of dragon bone fossils.

Without any research on writing or history, Cassia has never deliberately thought about what these large symbols imprinted in her memory are. He thought he would forget it over time, but he seemed to have underestimated the power of these symbols. The thought appeared before it was eroded by time, and a complex of symbols instantly filled his brain.

"Are you translating these things?" Cassia guessed. As if she felt the unobstructed gaze from behind, when the girl turned her head, Cassia naturally turned a little and closed her eyes again. But the perception he released still let him know that the girl had turned her head and looked behind her.

His eyes glanced behind him several times before finally landing on him. Only then did Cassia remember that because of his own habits, he seemed to be the only one sitting in his row of seats.

"Hello, sir?" The woman's voice seemed ordinary to Cassia. As a courtesy, Cassia opened her eyes, nodded slightly, and showed a proper smile on her face.

"Excuse me, Miss?" Cassia asked looking at the girl in front of her who was similar to her own age. He is very young, with a pair of pink-rimmed eyes. The tenth floor is newly replaced, and the smooth surface is reflecting a little light. Not a very pretty face, with a strong smell of book pages, Cassia naturally thought of the warm ink smell on the notice paper that had just been spit out from the wall in school.

The woman had closed the booklet, squinted her eyes slightly, and when she looked carefully at Cassia's face, she pushed up her glasses with her hand in order to see more clearly.

"Sir, have we met somewhere?" The woman's words were also uncertain, and she felt a familiar smell from Cassia. Her life has been in schools and libraries all year round, and the person she came into contact with the most was probably her own grandfather Du Lisen, so that her perception was like a blank sheet of paper. It cannot be regarded as being sensitive, but once something is stained on it, it is much more difficult to cover it up or forget it than it is for ordinary people.

Although Cassia was dressed simply, it was undeniable that he was recognized by the woman in front of him.

"It's in the National Library!" the woman remembered, and her voice became a little higher with excitement. Several people on the side looked over, and she shrank her head, as if the conversation with Cassia was already a transaction that could not see the sun, and suddenly became very small, "Remember? I was working as an administrator there at the time. , you came in the afternoon, and you were using the machine there to search for a place name. You were very serious at the time, and I peeked at the back. I'm really sorry." After the woman finished speaking, she showed an apologetic look on her face. She knew it was very impolite. the behavior of.

Cassia still maintained a smile, and had indeed searched for place names, but he had always been cautious when it came to the first-generation Knight King Grote and the second-generation Holy Sword.

Seeing that Cassia did not answer, the woman continued her words, as if to help Cassia awaken that memory: "National Library, do you remember?"

Cassia made an expression as if she was remembering, and he was sure that the girl did not recognize the wrong person.

"Did you find that place name later?" The woman turned around and faced Cassia in a more comfortable posture, "I must not have done it yet." There was a little pride in her words, and solving such interesting things made her A sense of accomplishment, "It took me a lot of time and read a lot of books to get relevant clues."

Then the woman pulled a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and handed it to Cassia: "In return for peeking, I'm really sorry."

Under the sincere and warm smile on the woman's face, Cassia nodded and took the paper on which she wrote something.