"How am I going to get there?"
Ymir's popular science opened up a whole new world for Ren.
It turns out that somewhere on the edge of the border between the two empires, there is a neutral land called the "Glory City" that no one has jurisdiction over.
It sounds like a "utopia" there, full of freedom and the atmosphere of an utopia.
Ymir said: "If you want to go there, the end of this train is in the 'Andorhal Province' in the western part of the empire. You can transfer to the intercity train right there, and then stop at the 'Twilight City' on the border of the territory. There will be some black market business groups and hunting groups going to the golden post in front of the Alcoron Mountains. The 'Glory City' is three hundred miles east of the guard post. When they get there, almost all of them are hunters who sneaked over. Okay... As a doctor, it shouldn't be difficult for you to join a team."
Ren listened and nodded to remember.
Ymir seemed to be very familiar with this smuggling route. She explained the route to the "Glory City" in detail. Where was the black market and who to contact... everything was explained clearly.
There are many doorways to this smuggling route. If you are not an expert, you will definitely not be able to use it.
... .
Finally, after listening to Ymir's route guidance, Ren finally felt that the "Glory City" was no longer a utopia, but gradually became real.
At least the urgent need was solved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was sure that his destination was going there!
Focusing on reality, Renn looked at the two bloody corpses on the ground, feeling a little embarrassed again.
If there was no one else, Ren would choose to put the body into the folding space first, and then clean up the murder scene.
Without a body, no one would suspect him in a short period of time.
After thinking about it, he said: "Miss Ymir, what should I do with this... corpse?"
The cabin was already small, and it was already very crowded with two people and a bunch of packages. Now there were two more corpses, and they couldn't even move their feet.
Ymir said calmly: "Just put it here, I have to leave later anyway."
"Ah, you're leaving?"
Although he knew that they could not stay together like this forever, Ren was a little surprised when he suddenly heard these words.
"Um."
Ymir nodded and said no more.
Ren pursed his lips and sighed slightly in his heart. The golden thigh was no longer stable and was about to fly away.
... .
It was late at night, and the steam train was speeding across the wasteland. The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the range that the fog lights could illuminate was getting shorter and shorter, so the speed was not very fast.
The cold air from the ventilation holes poured into the car, along with small snowflakes. It was not difficult to guess that there was probably a blizzard in the wilderness outside.
After Ymir got in the car and sent those ten text messages, Ren knew that she was probably in contact with someone from the family and would leave sooner or later.
But I didn't expect it to be so fast.
Sure enough, after midnight, there was a gentle knock on the cabin door.
Tuk-tuk, Tuk-tuk, Tuk-tuk.
It seemed like some kind of secret signal, rhythmic tapping.
Ren was awakened immediately, but he didn't feel the footsteps or breathing of the person outside the door, like a "ghost" knocking on the door.
Looking at Ymir who was not far away, she seemed to have expected it. She responded to Ren's questioning eyes and said calmly: "The person I was waiting for is here."
"Are you leaving now?"
Ren didn't know what to say.
The boss has already planned a route for himself, and it seems that he has no intention of taking him with him.
"Um."
Ymir stood up and walked towards the cabin door.
"oh."
The relationship between the two seemed familiar but not familiar, and Renn didn't say anything to say goodbye.
He looked at her back and said goodbye like this, which was in line with her cold character.
When those delicate hands grasped the hatch handle, the taciturn noble lady suddenly stopped for a moment.
With her back turned to Ren, she actually gave a rare explanation: "Originally, you saved me, so it would be okay to have an extra doctor with you, but things are unpredictable during my trip, and I don't want to hurt you."
"I see."
Ren listened, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Take care, Miss Ymir."
After a pause, he added: "Nice to meet you."
He had long thought that if a big man of this level could almost die in the wasteland, the crisis she encountered was definitely not something that a little shrimp like him could get involved with.
If the boss can explain something now, he already has enough respect for him as a "tool man".
"Um."
Ymir never looked back, opened the hatch and walked into the darkness.
Just when Ren was looking at his back in a daze, he suddenly saw something shiny flying over and falling into his hand.
Another soft female voice that became increasingly distant came into my ears.
"We will never see you again in the future. This thing is worth the hundred gold crowns I lent you. Crush it when you are in danger. It may save your life."
His tone was as cold as ever, no, it seemed more... emotionless than before.
... ..
Renn looked at the items in his hands with some complicated eyes.
Ymir left him a blue crystal bead that looked like a tear. It felt slightly cool to the touch, thinking it was probably a spell crystallized by the ice element.
With one person missing, Ren felt that the cramped cabin suddenly became empty.
"I won't see you again"
He murmured this sentence, and after a while, he gave a self-deprecating smile.
Now that he is being rewarded by the black market, he cannot see the light of day. After this trip to the "Glory City", he will probably not set foot on the territory of the Omar Empire again for many years.
What's more, what the hell is the eldest lady from a top aristocratic family thinking
Probably, we will never see each other again in the future.
"Bah, you just covet other people's bodies!"
After Ren cursed himself secretly, his mentality changed quickly, and he was no longer entangled in an instant.
At least, the boss took good care of himself and left behind a "life-saving treasure".
But now that Ymir is gone, he feels that it is quite empty.
After all, the protective umbrella is gone, and all the sense of crisis is instantly on his head.
In the past, there was no need to worry about the safety of a big boss who could scare away a "Jackal" with one glance.
Now you can only rely on yourself.
In the blink of an eye, Ren thought: "All the gangsters on this train can get my reward notice. My face is probably considered a 'celebrity' in Oma. It seems that I will have to wear a gas mask at all times in the future. I can’t show my face anymore..."
He sighed slightly.
Fortunately, he was on the train. If he had really entered a major city without knowing it, there would have been no place to escape at that time.
"How about dyeing your hair and changing your appearance?"
Lei Mou, who was thinking wildly, quickly shifted his thoughts from separation to other places.
He thought about it and decided to change his makeup.
After all, the most important thing about a wanted method like a bounty is looking at one’s face.
As for the disfigurement with sulfuric acid, he felt that he was not crazy enough yet.
What's more, he guessed that the guy who put a bounty on him must have used some secret magic to determine his identity.
If you really want to find yourself at all costs, there is no point in getting disfigured.
The best way now is to run away.
After all, for those mysterious supernatural beings like [Soothsayer] and [Prophet], casting spells is not completely costless.
If you want to find someone, the farther away you are, the greater the cost.
The "Glory City" on the border of the two empires is already the farthest place in the Mist Zone that humans can reach, and it happens to not be under the jurisdiction of the two empires.
What Ren has to do now is to go there non-stop to avoid the limelight.
... .
And just when Ymir's subordinates came to pick her up as she left the steam train.
In the luxurious room of Car No. 1, Canossa J. Crofeller, the vice president of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce, seemed to have noticed something, and there was a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes.
Under the light, a trace of curiosity appeared on the pretty fox-like face, and he whispered: "Hey... there is a master on board. It seems that the identity of the woman who sent the telegram is not simple..." "