"Where were you?" Afna asked.

Iverson answered honestly: "On the passage from the second car to the third car."

He said that he couldn't sleep, wanted to go out and walk around, and see the construction of rail trains.

After briefly recording, Avna asked the four people in the compartment if there were any other special events that happened just now.

The other three were asleep at the time and could not give any useful answers, while Iverson was highly nervous and felt nothing because of being threatened.

Afna didn't embarrass them, she told them to take a good rest, took the notebook, and left with the flight attendant and Amy.

The black magician is already dead. These questions are just a process. I am afraid that there may be some omissions. Don’t ask if you ask. Afna is actually warning the four people in the cubicle that this matter cannot be taken carelessly. Speaking out, we must pay attention to confidentiality.

Iverson watched Amy's leaving back helplessly, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

But he soon realized that they belonged to the same batch at dinner, which meant that Amy was also in the first compartment!

For the next few days, he would see Amy again at every meal.

Thinking of it this way, Iverson felt much more relaxed.

Seeing his appearance of worrying about gains and losses, the noble young master rolled his eyes, leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Iverson, you are not interested in one of the ladies just now, are you? You warned me earlier, They are not easy to mess with, should we think of other ways, such as magical potions?"

"roll!"

Iverson rolled his eyes, scolded angrily, took a gift box from the table, and lay back under the covers.

He has already decided to separate boundaries with this cronies, he will not get into a thief's boat if he dies!

The noble young master was scolded by Iverson, but he was not annoyed. He hugged his girlfriend with a smile, and thoughtlessly planned to have fun before going to bed.

Unlike Iverson, who had personally experienced the horror, he had no idea how thrilling things had just happened, nor did he know that Iverson, whom he regarded as the same kind, had made up his mind to change his past and start a new life.

In the aisle of the carriage, Avna was leading the two of them to the control room at the rear of the carriage.

Panier is still there, the matter is settled, they have to report to Panier so that he doesn't have to worry too much.

The three chatted while walking, and Afna couldn't bear the curiosity in her heart, and asked, "Master Sirin, how do you know that the black magician is hiding in that compartment?"

Amy sorted out this matter in her mind. When she and Sirin returned to the compartment, the skinny black magician escaped less than 10 minutes ago. The old man ran to the rear of the car first and killed Yi Strange, and destroyed the magic circle in the control room at the rear of the car.

Amy and the others went from the first car to the eighth car to investigate, and hurried on their way, ignoring the black magician hiding in the middle car.

Being able to avoid Sirin's perception, coupled with the iron law of "the most dangerous place is the safest", it is not difficult to speculate that the black magician may be hiding in the fourth compartment at that time, but not in the compartment where the arrester was arrested. For a while, he used the remaining spell fluctuations to cover up his aura.

After the black magician staggered them, he boldly entered the first compartment under the cover of Iverson's identity.

If you start from the fourth compartment and investigate the first compartment one by one, it will definitely take a lot of time. This cunning black magician will definitely seize the opportunity and make other arrangements.

Sirin got the command and returned to the fourth compartment. Without much hesitation, she focused her investigation on the first compartment, and quickly locked the compartment where the black mage was hiding.

The hands of Amy's pocket watch were still a few tiny marks away from eleven o'clock, and it took only about half an hour for the hunter to catch the "hyena" hiding in Tibet.

Using hyenas to describe black mages is quite appropriate. These guys are disheveled, crazy and like to gather together. They dare to provoke anyone they meet. They are not generally annoying.

"People who practice black magic will have a rotten smell. I used to be a black magician hunter. I am quite sensitive to this smell. I can feel it when I get close to a certain distance." Sirin said lightly, " I reminded you that black mages were mixed into the carriage because of the smell."

Afna frowned. Her sense of smell was very keen, so why didn't she notice the stench that Sirin mentioned?

In fact, Amy didn't smell the so-called rotten smell. She felt that Sirin's evidence was not so much a specific and sensible smell, but a special sixth sense.

"You guys don't have enough contact with black magicians, so it's normal not to notice that kind of smell." Sirin made a wave of "showing herself in front of people" very naturally, and then said: "As for locking the first compartment, it's because I know The thoughts of this group of lunatics. If he hadn't hid in the last few carriages that were empty, he would have chosen the first carriage."

"One is because most of the passengers in the first car have identity backgrounds, which will increase the pressure on us to investigate and allow him to hide better. The second is because the first car is the closest to the control room at the front. If our Not reacting quickly enough, and he would raid the control room at the front and force the entire train to a halt while our attention was focused on the rear compartment."

Afna nodded knowingly, and then threw out another doubt in her heart, "What is the purpose of these black magicians to provoke the majesty of the empire?"

The rail train is an important project strongly supported by His Majesty the Emperor. Even the elite of the military department have invested in it. Anyone with a normal brain knows that this train is like a dragon's beard and cannot be touched at all.

Sirin shrugged and said: "The group of lunatics may not have any purpose at all. A few days ago, they tried to hijack the airship."

Avna looked distressed, and murmured in a low voice: "So all black magicians have this kind of virtue, it's hard to reason, it's hard to reason..."

Sirin paused for more than ten seconds, and continued: "I have an unreliable guess about this incident."

"Please tell me." Afna said respectfully.

The previous respect was due to Panier's orders, but now the respect is due to the strength displayed by Sirin.

God blesses the strong in the mainland, and it has been like this since ancient times.

"Amy and I have experienced an airship attack before. According to the investigation, these black magicians seem to be bewitched by discordant voices to do such a thing." Sirin said.

Hearing the title of "Voice of Discord", Afna flipped the notepad in her hand twice, and said in a deep voice: "Information came out from the dark guard earlier, and the voice of Discord has been suppressed repeatedly." , There are signs of a resurgence in the Golden Rose Collar and the Iris Collar, and several big bosses on the side of the dark guard intend to join forces with the military, and then pull in external forces like the Phoenix Chamber of Commerce to launch a new campaign of suppression."

"The specific action plan is still under discussion, and it is estimated that there will be results in the near future. As long as His Majesty's approval is obtained, these cultists will surely face stronger suppression than 20 years ago. They will not be around for long!"

Compared with the black mage, this short-haired beauty seems to have a deeper dislike for dissonance, and what she said should be regarded as confidential information, but she disclosed it to Sirin and Amy indifferently.

Sirin pursed her lips. Avna probably regarded her and Amy as secret figures of the high-level empire.

It’s not wrong to think so, she has received a reward from the emperor, and also worked in the dark guard. Before Amy lost her memory (senile dementia), she also had a close relationship with the ancestors of the Red Dragon Empire.

Soon, the three of them came to the fifth carriage. Sirin changed the subject and suddenly asked a question: "Avna, I would like to ask, do you have mixed blood on your body?"

"Eh? Is it so obvious?" Avna froze for a moment. She rubbed her earlobes and said shyly, "You guessed right. My hometown is in the northern border of the empire, bordering the northern desert. Bian inherited a little bit of Orc blood."

Sirin said: "Is it the blood of the cat clan?"

Avna nodded slightly, acknowledging Sirin's guess.

Most of the aliens in the empire are concentrated in the northern and western borders, and the southern seaport is a special case.

"Northern..." Sirin pondered for a while, "Have you ever been to Talua?"

Amy's heart felt a little sour. Sirin always thought about Taluya, not only the Taluya in the northern border of the empire, but also the Taluya in the Abyss Realm.

However, judging from the high-level demon named Dolores, Taluya in the Abyss Realm may not have become what Sirin expected.

"Of course I have been there." Avna showed nostalgic look on her face, "I learned art in Talua City, it is really a wonderful and wonderful place! By the way, Lord Sirin is also a foreign race just like me. People, right? You have the blood of the sand people?"

Sirin's blue eyes are quite unique. Avna didn't think about the Shamin blood at first, but after Sirin mentioned Talua, she immediately realized it.

"That's right, I have half the blood of the sand people." Sirin said, "I'm a native of Talua."

"My swordsmanship instructor is a sandman mixed race, and he is a very powerful swordsmanship master!" Afna took advantage of the opportunity to start the topic, talking about the past, "Taulua is the most prosperous city in the northern region. My companions all wanted to live there, but unfortunately, I was the only one who was admitted to Taluya Comprehensive College in the end."

It's a pity, but Afna's tone carried a hint of pride, and the look with her head raised slightly was very cute.

Sirin mentioned the half-orc hybrid of the cat tribe earlier, and Ami took a closer look, only to find that Afna's pupils are slightly different from normal people's. The proportion of pupils is larger and rounder, and the ears under the short hair are slightly different Sharp, very light footsteps when walking.

She is a cute girl like a cat, but she doesn't seem to have inherited the cat's unreasonable traits, she is the kind of cute and gentle type.

Amy secretly commented.

"I haven't been back to Talua for a long time." Sirin said softly, "Tell me more about the changes there."

Afna nodded, and said: "Speaking of the recent changes in Talua, the most important thing is probably the recovery of the Fountain of Wisdom! I heard from my friends over there that there was a sandman archmage who used his power to bring the recovery The spring of the sandman has been moved from the old place of the sandmen to the central square of Talua City! I heard that the archmage is still studying the job change of the sandman, and if he succeeds, the long-lost sandman might reappear!"

Amy listened quietly, but did not answer.

She thought of the spring of wisdom contained in the bottle. After getting the spring of wisdom from Katie, Sirin would take it out from time to time to take a look and remember the scenery of her hometown.

"The second most important change is probably Taluya Comprehensive College. The Empire officials came forward to integrate several colleges in the city into the comprehensive college, forming different departments..."

Avna's crisp voice surrounded her ears, but Amy secretly grabbed Sirin's hand and said in a very soft voice:

"When we find the law-breaking sword and heal your wounds, let's go to Talua to have a look."

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ps: Ask for tickets~~

Please feed the fish some food~

Song of the Traveler: Chapter 130 Old Dreams

It didn't take long to walk from the first carriage to the end of the train. When Afna led the two of them to the door of the control room at the end, Panier was still lying on the ground, working hard to repair the magic circle.

The lights were on in the control room, and Panier lifted the hem of his clothes, like an old farmer plowing the land, bending over and sticking out his buttocks, laboriously using the star pen dipped in ink to complete the missing pattern on the ground.

He is also a spellcaster, but his job is closer to a scholar, and his combat ability is not strong. What is powerful is the knowledge in his mind.

Seeing the three of them coming back, Panier froze for a moment, and immediately reacted: "Master Sirin, has the escaped black magician been caught?"

Sirin shook her head embarrassingly, and said: "The strength of the strike was a bit heavier, the man is already dead."

Panier raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't matter if he's dead, anyway, these black magicians won't be able to ask useful information out of their mouths."

He struggled to complete the lines he was drawing before he stood up and twisted while supporting his waist.

"I'm getting old after all..."

Panier sighed, bowed formally to Sirin and Amy, and said in a deep voice: "Master Sirin, Lord Amy, thank you for your willingness to help. I will truthfully report to you what happened. Your Majesty the Emperor, those black magicians will be wiped out in the days to come, and the contributions of the two of you should not be buried, and you should be rewarded for your merits."

"It's not necessary." Sirin's attitude was quite casual.

After she and Amy went to Camelot, if nothing else happened, they would definitely meet the current emperor.

If the law-breaking sword is in Camelot City, there is a high probability that it will be collected by the royal treasury. Instead of trying your luck like a headless chicken, it is better to directly consult with the "local snake".

With her and Amy's identities, His Majesty the emperor should give face.

"I'll give this back to you." Sirin took off the identity badge worn on her shoulder and handed it to Panier, who took it with his hand and carefully pinned it to his chest, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank you very much!" Panier thanked again, with a sincere expression on his face, "If the train encounters a bad incident when it runs for the first time, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me, the person in charge, to deal with it. The help provided is tantamount to saving lives!"

"Your facial expression and tone are too nasty." Amy complained, "Besides, Sirin and I are doing this to help ourselves. We have urgent matters to go to Camelot City, and these black magicians are messing around in the car. Destruction is delaying our itinerary, it is impossible for the two of us to stand idly by."

"The matter has come to an end for the time being. You should be able to do the follow-up interrogation and investigation well." Sirin said, "It's getting dark, so Amy and I will go back to rest first."

In addition to the skinny old mage who died, the flight attendants also caught seven people alive, interrogated them carefully, and always got some useful information.

But these things are not within the scope of Sirin's work. She and Amy are passengers in this car, and they are not Panier's subordinates. The help is purely out of love, and it is reasonable not to do anything.

The two turned around and left the control room. Avna did not follow them this time, but stayed beside Panier.

After Sirin and Amy walked away, Afna shook her ears, stroked her chest, and asked Panier the doubts in her heart: "Your Excellency Panier, what are the identities of Lord Sirin and Lord Amy? "

Panier shook his head, "The real identities of these two... Forget it, this is not information we can access, little cat, don't be extra curious."

Called "kitten" by Panier, Avna raised her head slightly with a slightly displeased expression, but obediently did not continue to ask.

Parnell himself took a long breath.

Teacher Miwu's identity cannot be revealed, otherwise it will cause inconvenience to her. The same reason is almost the same for Sirin.

Returning to the cubicle, Amy tiptoed and fell onto the bed with a plop.

For the efficiency of space utilization in the compartment, the area of ​​the bed is not large, and the materials of the sheets and bedding are also very ordinary, which cannot be called high-end products, and the comfort level is also slightly inferior.

Sleeping alone on this kind of bed is definitely not as good as going back to the wooden house and sleeping with Xilin's soft body in your arms.

In particular, the two of them trimmed each other's nails tonight...

When Amy thought of this, a faint blush appeared on her little face.

She's really not a jerk, but sometimes, she can't control what she thinks about.

Sirin also noticed the blush on Amy's face, but she couldn't imagine how unrestrained the picture was in Amy's mind at the moment, and she didn't know the reason why the Moon Elf blushed suddenly. She just sat down on the edge of the bed and gently stroked Amy. Mi soft hair.

"Master Sirin, is the matter settled?" Rosa closed the door, sat down at the table, and asked.

"Almost." Sirin answered Rosa absent-mindedly while teasing Amy's hair and curling it around her fingers.

In fact, her intuition told her that the skinny black magician probably still had a back hand.

The old man was also a jewel-level spellcaster, and when facing her, he seemed too vulnerable, and there was a big gap between him and Liszt.

If you want to be friends with a madman like Liszt who pursues destructive power, the strength must not be too different.

Luo Er, who was in the bed, heard the sound outside, poked her head out to take a look, then shrank back.

This action caused Rosa to roll her eyes. The catfish she had chosen seemed to have voluntarily degenerated into a salted fish, without the courage to disturb the situation.

"Going out at such a late hour, the two adults are really hard." Rosa said, "Panier's preparations are not thorough enough for the first run of the rail train."

Sirin commented: "He is willing to admit his mistakes, and he lowered his face to ask for help in time, which is not bad, at least it didn't cause a catastrophe."

"That's true." Rosa said, "From this aspect, he is more open-minded than those sour traditional scholars."

When Amy heard this, she inexplicably thought of Dekaen who was far away from Jin Qiangwei.

That madman-type scholar, in order to continue his life to write a book, dared to plot the treasures of the legendary powerhouse, and his moral concepts were quite broken. After offending her, he dared to run to the foggy forest for help.

Tsk tsk, counting the time, Dekain's life is about to come to an end, and I don't know if he has finished writing his "Imperial Property Records".

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