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Woo, hoo, hoo, the siren blared, and the gray-black smoke column rose, and the twelve-section steam train departed from the railway station in Polya City.
The red wine in the glass swayed in layers, with slight bumps, and the speed of the steam train became faster and faster, gradually throwing away the scenery on both sides.
After resting in Poria Bay for two days, Sean chose to leave. Poria City had seen all that could be seen, and he had already seen enough of it in the past two days, so it would be pointless to stay any longer.
In order to be able to see more things, Sean chose to take a steam train to Yorkshire this time.
As a new thing, although the train appeared a few years earlier than the car, it still shows a state of barbaric growth until now. The ride experience is very poor, the space is crowded, and many cars do not even have seats. Crowding is a normal state , of course, these refer to ordinary compartments.
As an aristocrat, Sean naturally has privileges. In Sutilt, every train has a special carriage for nobles. To enter this carriage, money alone is not enough, one must have a noble status. Okay, and Sean is not only a baron himself, but also the first heir of the Montel family, so he is naturally qualified.
"Baron Sean, I only welcome you here on behalf of all members of the k35 train."
In the exclusive box, a man wearing a neat military uniform and a badge, who took care of himself meticulously bowed deeply to Sean.
"Commander Fair, you are too polite, and I will trouble you for the rest of the journey."
Facing the train conductor who came to say hello, Sean's attitude was very gentle, showing the qualities that a nobleman should have.
"It is my honor to serve you."
With a solemn expression, Fer expressed his heartfelt feelings. Although Sean was very kind, Fer did not get carried away.
In this regard, Sean did not speak, but nodded with a smile.
Seeing this, Phil retreated consciously.
"Commander, is that Baron Sean the first heir of the Montel family? He is not only handsome, but also very approachable."
As soon as he left Sean's box, the purser who was following Fair couldn't help but speak.
Hearing this, a sneer was drawn at the corner of Feier's mouth, full of sarcasm.
"Don't think too much about it, you bastard, that kind of big man is not something you can cling to."
After finishing speaking, he ignored the somewhat pretty purser, and went straight to the train control room. Sean's arrival was stressful and troublesome for him. If possible, he really hoped that Sean could transfer to another train. At his age, he has long since lost the naive idea of ??clinging to a powerful person to reach the sky in one step. No matter how good he is, it would be nice if others can give him a smile, because this is what he should do, but if others are dissatisfied, The consequences would be serious. His life might not be lost, but he might lose his job. For him now, stability was everything.
Seeing the back of Fer leaving, the purser, who was wearing a uniform and showed an S-shaped figure, also restrained his previous nympho expression, looked serious, and left here quickly.
In the carriage, sitting on the sofa, reading a book and sipping red wine, Sean passed the time, while Gureya knelt beside him, massaging his shoulders.
Although the overall situation of the train ride is not optimistic, Sean occupies an entire carriage by himself. It is said to be a carriage, but in fact it is more like a room that can be moved. Although the layout inside is not top-notch, but It can be considered pretty good, with leather sofas, soft beds, black velvet carpets, ice wine cabinets, coffee machines and other items.
In the sky, watching the train gradually go away, a man wearing a sea blue hooded robe and short silver-gray hair frowned.
"Bishop Avigli, according to the latest news, Sean Montell, the first heir to the Montell family, is now on the k35 train. Do we want to change the plan?"
Between the words, a little hesitation appeared on the face of the silver-gray short-haired man.
Hearing this, another person standing next to the silver-haired man raised his eyebrows. This person has a big bald head and is two meters tall. Although he also wears a similar sea-blue hooded robe, his explosive muscles can't be concealed. Can't help but naturally revealed a fierce breath.
"Sean Montel? The eldest son of the Montell family, shouldn't he be in the New World? Why did he come here to join in the fun?"
Speaking of Montel, Evigli's complexion was not good.
"Bishop, Sean Montell has only recently returned to the Old Continent. This time it should be a coincidence."
"Hmph, then even if he is unlucky, the plan will be carried out as usual."
With a storm in his eyes, Aiweigli made a decision directly without hesitation.
"Bishop, if you do this, in case"
Although he knew that Aiweigli had never had a good impression of nobles, the silver-haired man wanted to persuade him again. After all, Montel, who has been passed down for thousands of years, is not just talking. The problem is that those who are directly responsible may not be able to escape the responsibility. Although they are not afraid, it is also very troublesome.
"Priest Hannah, the splendor of our Lord must not be tarnished."
Turning around and staring at the silver-haired man, Aiweigli's aura became more and more violent.
"I see, Bishop."
Evigli even gave such a reason. Although Hannah had thoughts of entanglement in his heart, he couldn't open his mouth again. After all, for the church, the true God is supreme, and everything must be compromised for this.
"Let's go."
Seeing Hannah succumbing, Aiweigli showed an undisguised smile on his rough face.
The strong wind surged, and his tall body disappeared.
"Hey, may the storm protect you."
Looking at the train with only a black line left in his field of vision, he let out a sigh, and Hannah's figure quickly disappeared.
At the same time, Mengnes came to Sean in the carriage.
"Baron, there seems to be something wrong. Black Fang said that it smelled something disgusting before."
When he said this, Meng Ensi had a rare expression of hesitation, because just now he took his contract mount Black Fang to check carefully on the k35 train, and found nothing unusual.
Hearing this, Sean turned his gaze to the pocket dog squatting on Mengnes' shoulder.
After being reduced in size, it is only the size of a fist. Its whole body is pitch black, its fur is shiny and shiny, except for two spots of red above its eyes. Looking at its shape, it looks a bit like a thin-waisted dog.
"Your hellhound is not bad, but the blood is not pure enough."
Sensing the scorching breath emanating from Black Fang's body, Sean recognized the source of Black Fang's bloodline, which is the legendary monster Cerberus, but it is not pure blood. Of course, even so, Black Fang's rank is not low, already It has reached the fourth level, which is a perfect match for the current Mengens.
Hearing this, Moonnes understood that Black Fang's perception might not be wrong. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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