Steel steam and flame

Cassia didn't turn her head from beginning to end, she just kept staring at the gushing column of steam.

Fortunately, it wasn't a special type of high-pressure steam pipe, otherwise the massive amount of hot steam spewing out would definitely cause a lot of trouble to the two of them nearby. This is what Cassia has been thinking about, and other things and scenes have been blocked by his subconscious.

Several pairs of shiny black leather boots stepped into his sight, and then he raised his head. The eyes on his pale and resolute face were still extremely clear, and there seemed to be nothing that could blaspheme or contaminate them.

"Hello, dear Mr. Murderer. I am the junior manager of Imperial Reclassification 237. You can call me Mr. Varoka. Of course, you can also call me Manager Varoka." The leading man had a look on his face. The smile you are born with is a smile that you will never tire of. It gives people a kind and warm feeling, without any trace of artificiality, it is just natural. He just squinted his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be countless lights flowing in his eyes under the long eyelashes.

"Cassia." The boy responded politely. At least they didn't point the bright pistol at their waists at their heads as soon as they came up.

"Alas,,,,,,," Varoka continued Cassia's words, and then sighed heavily, looking at the hot red blood still beating on the ground, as well as the body that occasionally twitched, and gently rubbed it with Glove palm.

He slowly turned his head and looked around at all the scenery around him, allowing all the scenes in this dim environment to be reflected in his mind. When he saw the admission notice with gold handwriting next to Cassia, his eyes lit up, but he remained calm. No one could tell anything from his smiling face.

"Dear Mr. Cassia, a murderer and saboteur who is also a future worker in the Imperial Heavy Industry's machinery industry, can you allow me to analyze your current situation for you?" Valoka's voice was gentle, and the rest of the people stood silently. behind him.

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

"The Imperial Regulations state that murderers must pay with their lives. Those who relist the regulations and damage steam pipelines will also have to pay with their lives in serious cases. Of course, as someone who can be admitted to the Imperial Heavy Industry School, how much binding force these regulations have is in everyone's mind. All very clearly. Therefore, the sound of gunfire did not reach very far, and we came here only because we received an alert that the steam pipe was damaged. In such a cold weather, although exercise can warm the body, I still prefer to sit Listen to music in a heated room and have some afternoon tea or something.”

Varoka rubbed his cold hands again.

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

"One hundred catties, two thousand two hundred holy coins." Cassia felt that there must be a cry in her voice. Originally, things should not have developed like this.

"Of course, such a skinny body only weighs about a hundred pounds. But you can see that it's very troublesome to clean up. My men are the best at this job. How about two thousand holy coins?" Valoka calculated it, and it seemed like it was fine. Look like a businessman introducing products.

"Of course, there is also the cost of repairing the steam pipeline, which is very troublesome." Varoka's tone was full of distress in dealing with troublesome things.

"I can repair steam pipes myself. I only need the tools you have, and I can rent them for money." Cassia knew that he could no longer escape the smiling fox in front of him. He was even more eager to be with those who said rude words, or The flight attendant's breath was cold. Because their temperament is like a girl who takes off her clothes. As long as you turn on the light, you can see every inch of the girl you are interested in.

So there will definitely be people who wear thick clothes and have layers of bandages on their faces. You never know what kind of face is hidden under those fabrics.

"No, no, Mr. Cassia." Varoka shook his head, "Repairing the steam pipeline is the easiest thing. The trouble is that I am just a small train conductor. After I go back, the superiors will definitely ask about the pipeline. The reason for the destruction."

Valoka showed distress: "How about this? Look, a hungry refugee thug brought a pistol out of nowhere, and threatened him with a gun to steal other people's money. But his hand shook, and he took out the steam pipe. A hole was made. Then the heroic manager Varokka arrived and fired six silver bullets in a row, which not only smashed his pistol, but also shattered it. The head of the mob. And then it's over and the curtain falls."

"Did what you saw happen like this, dear Mr. Cassia?" Carloca asked softly, continuing the song and dance drama in his mind, "The props for the stage play are carefully prepared. You have to know every step. The bullets were all exquisite ammunition worth one hundred holy coins. And in order not to be blamed by his superiors for this accident, he wanted the people above to calm down and watch the stage play, and did not prepare mellow wine to add to the fun. They are definitely not interested. But it is a good product worth five thousand holy coins, and I can only take a sip during the New Year ceremony. It is really difficult to deal with these things. "

Valoka said as he pulled out his pistol. The silver gun body shone brightly, and you could tell at a glance that it was a high-end item that had been carefully maintained. He turned aside the wheel and poured out six equally exquisite silver bullets.

The weight of the six bullets was surprisingly heavy, very heavy, and very cold, as if the metal in the hand was not bullets, but ice that could condense the flesh and blood of the palm. But even if it is impeccably exquisite, it is just a mass-produced product worth one holy coin, and it is just plated with an extra layer of silver metal. It is really disgusting.

Cassia took out the money with cold eyes, like a wolf trying to bite the prey that provoked him, but this time he was powerless. His own body temperature still remained on the coin, and then it was also taken away by a white-gloved palm. The temperature on it disappeared, and this time it was replaced by six silver bullets without any temperature in the palm of the hand.

The steam pipes were repaired, and the men who came were a few skilled veterans. The door of the cargo compartment was opened, and fierce cold wind poured in from there. The body was thrown out. Outside the compartment was a dead farmland filled with snow.

"Aren't you afraid that I will fire six cold shots from behind?" Cassia put the silver bullets into the honeycomb drum one by one, and then pressed hard with his thumb, and the drum reset perfectly. The rough black pistol once again transformed into a black dragon that could breathe fire.

"Mr. Cassia, the world of the empire is not as bad as what you see now. It will become even more turbid. You still have 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, I congratulate you and your sister on your journey." Valoka smiled and performed a standard etiquette towards Cassia. This was the elegance of a gangster, and then turned around and stepped on the bouncing The sound disappeared into the continuous darkness of the cargo compartment.

The black ink and blood on the ground formed a layer of ice. No one dared to come to this carriage anymore. Even when they passed here, people turned their heads and ran past at a faster pace. In their eyes, Cassia was an out-and-out Demons, especially this demon, can take the lives of any of them at any time.

Cassia felt sad in her heart, things should not have developed like this. The normal sequence should not be to ride the Imperial train safely and arrive at Manoma safely, but it can be a little cold. Then he took the admission notice, paid the expensive tuition, successfully entered the school with his head held high, lived in a cheap campus dormitory, made many friends, graduated successfully five years later, was awarded the title of baronet, found a job that matched his status, and allowed his mother to live with him. My sister has lived a good life... shouldn't this be the trajectory of her life?

But why, why did everything change in just twenty days? Why would someone like me, a gentle person with such a good character, pay attention to me? Could it be that I did something wrong? I just want to try my best to be myself!

He turned his head, and this was the first time he looked into Nuo'er's eyes. There was no fear in his eyes, only overflowing attachment and endless depth.

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

Although he can kill people. This was what Cassia did not say.

Night falls and dawn comes again. The next day, the imperial train finally stopped at the penultimate station. A group of people ran out of the train crying. Here they could be reborn and start a new life. They escaped from hell. There are also more people getting on the bus. These are people full of hope and young ambition. They are ready to go to Manoma to show off their talents. There will always be most people who come back silently with their tails between their legs.

The trains take a day to load and unload the necessary cargo, and the cargo compartments rarely remain open until late at night. This place is still far away from Manoma, but it is not considered a border area. It is a quite rich industrial site. The popularity of electrical appliances has spread here. The shadows of gas lamps have long since disappeared on the platform. They have been replaced by mercury steam lamps that are brighter and have stronger ability to penetrate fog. The incandescent light is like the scorching sun, lighting up the entire busy station. .

Cassia could finally see the entire sky with flowing stars, and winter was slowly passing away. He wanted to get out of the car, but his story seemed to have been spread, so that in such a new place, everyone still avoided him and Nuo'er. No one on the train dared to take a step beyond his carriage.

Since everyone is avoiding him, it must be right for me to follow him.

What a ridiculous reason. Cassia wanted to make fun of these people who didn't know the whole thing with a mocking tone, but as a clown-like character, he was always him, and he remained unchanged from beginning to end.

He held the gas lamp beside him and stayed with books without feeling sleepy, even though most of these books had been recorded in his mind. Nuo'er was sleeping soundly with her hat on, and the girl had unknown fatigue.

In the middle of the night, the whistle of the rearrangement sounded again, like a sad cry, carrying a group of people who were treated as cargo to the most prosperous area of ​​the Saint Dorag Empire. It was the paradise in their dreams, but it was also their reality. in hell.

Three days later, on the morning of February 12, 1096 in the Holy Calendar, the cold winter began to recede, but the warm spring was delayed. The Imperial train slowly stopped at the train station north of Noma. There was a loud noise outside, and the cargo compartment slowly opened under the cover of steam.

The administrator blew a loud steel whistle, urging the people on the truck to leave quickly.

Cassia was awakened by the sound and opened her eyes, feeling sore and painful that the girl's weak body was no longer in her arms.

Noel is missing.