"Connor, I don't have the train ticket from Loen to Tunguska three days later that you want, but I happen to have two train tickets from Loen to Tunguska tomorrow, so I'll buy them. What do you think?" After saying that, Varga took out a brand new train ticket that still had the fragrance of ink.
Hearing Varga's words, Connor looked at Varga with a faint smile, then took the train ticket that Varga handed over. Seeing that Connor saw through her little trick, Varga turned around a little guiltily and walked back to her room.
Looking at Varga's graceful back, then looking at the train ticket in his hand, Connor sighed slightly. Varga, this little girl, is really a jealous lover. She's so afraid of Marguerite …
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"Dear passengers, welcome to the Loen Railway Bureau's Train No. 13. This train will start from Loen Station and head to Brest, the capital of Palpatine Province. It will pass by Rummenigge Station, Tunguska Station, Mainz Station, Brest Station, Paderborn Station, and Angers Station. The estimated time for the entire journey is 46 hours. I wish all passengers a pleasant journey!"
As the train conductor's voice began to come out from the loudspeaker on the train, the steam train began to emit a whining sound. Black smoke came out of the chimney as it slowly drove out of Loen Railway Station.
In a small compartment in the sixth carriage of the train, the disguised Connor and Marguerite sat together. Varga quietly leaned her head on Connor's shoulder to take a nap, while Connor also closed his eyes to rest. After arriving at Tunguska in a few hours, he had a lot of things to do, so it was better for him to take the opportunity to rest more.
"Connor, this is the first time the two of us are taking a train, right?" The train traveled for about an hour, and Varga, who was taking a nap, suddenly spoke to Connor.
Hearing Varga's question, Connor thought for a moment, then responded softly, "Yes!"
Before today, although Connor had taken the train to Tunguska many times, at that time, he was mostly alone. Except for the few times when he was alone, the person next to Connor was also Marguerite. It was really the first time Connor was taking a train with Varga. Thinking of this, Connor couldn't help but feel a little apologetic to Varga next to him.
Hearing Connor's answer, Varga didn't say anything, but her arms around Connor tightened.
Feeling Varga's attachment to him, a faint smile appeared on Connor's face. However, just as Connor and Varga were enjoying a moment of happiness, Connor seemed to sense something, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Although Marguerite didn't notice anything unusual, she knew that Connor's mental strength far exceeded hers, so when she saw Connor become vigilant, she also subconsciously became vigilant. At this moment, a special sound suddenly sounded outside the small carriage where Connor and Marguerite were.
Da! Da! Da!
This sound was very soft. If it weren't for the fact that Connor and Varga were both advanced apprentices with amazing five senses, they might not have heard this sound. In the face of this sudden special sound, as the backbone between the two, Connor quickly thought for a moment and chose to take the initiative to attack. He lightly patted Varga's arm, indicating Varga to be careful. Then Connor expressionlessly opened the door of his small carriage. As soon as he opened the door, Connor's gaze was attracted by a small frog in the aisle of the carriage.
The frog was very small, about one-third the size of a normal frog. At this moment, this little thing was jumping towards Connor and Varga's small carriage. The "Da Da Da" sound that Connor and Varga had just heard in their small carriage was made by this little thing. Every time it jumped, it would make a "Da Da" sound. The little frog's speed was very fast. In just a few seconds, it had arrived in front of Connor from the aisle.
At first glance, this little frog looked no different from an ordinary frog. However, if one looked carefully, one would find that although this little frog was made to look lifelike, it was actually a very delicately refined small alchemy puppet. The little frog arrived about three meters in front of Connor and stopped moving forward. Then, a shocking scene appeared. The little frog's black glasses flickered with a faint luster, as if it was sizing up Connor who was not far in front of it.
Connor stared expressionlessly at the little frog puppet in front of him. The man and the puppet stared at each other for about three seconds. Then, the little frog suddenly moved. It lowered its head and spat out a wax pellet on the ground. Then, it turned around and leaped forward, returning to the same path it took when it came in.
Connor stretched out his hand and a strong wind appeared. In an instant, the wax ball that the little frog spat out appeared in his hand. However, Connor was not in a hurry to open the wax ball in his hand. Watching the little frog gradually disappear from his sight, a hint of killing intent appeared in Connor's eyes.
A minute later, a middle-aged man with a full beard wearing a blue overcoat and sunglasses walked out of the toilet in the first carriage of the train. He seemed to be casually looking around. After making sure that there was no one around, he took out a small leather bag with grey fur from under his blue overcoat. It looked like it was made of some kind of beast's fur.
Placing the small leather bag in the center of his palm, the bearded middle-aged man opened his mouth in a very strange manner. Although the bearded middle-aged man opened his mouth and didn't make any sound, his throat moved up and down. A special sound wave spread silently in the carriage.
Three seconds later, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the side of the bearded middle-aged man. In the small leather bag in the middle of the bearded middle-aged man's palm was none other than the little frog that had just sent the wax ball to Connor.
Glancing at the little frog lying quietly in the small leather bag, the bearded middle-aged man nodded slightly with satisfaction. He then put the small leather bag into the pocket of his overcoat and returned to his small compartment as if nothing had happened.
Just when the bearded middle-aged man thought that his action was foolproof, he never expected that after returning to his compartment, he would hear a heavy knock on the door of his compartment.
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