Even though she had killed Kohler and silenced him, Marguerite knew very well that this was only a temporary safety for her. As a former high-ranking member of the Church of the Storm in Loen, she knew that Kohler was only the first wave of pursuers after the firework above Kevin Hotel. There would be a second wave and a third wave of pursuers from the Church behind them. In a few hours, these people would catch up. As for the blonde young man she had disguised herself as, this identity and face had already appeared in the Church's sights. Marguerite wouldn't take any chances. She knew that this identity had already been exposed and she couldn't use it anymore!
If she wanted to be truly safe now, she would have to pass through the forest and reach the town of Hames. Only by taking the train and leaving Loen would she be truly safe. Therefore, she couldn't stop for even a moment. She had to reach the town of Hames before the rest of the Church's reinforcements caught up with her and take the train to the distance!
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Kaman Empire, Northeast City, Flosinone.
"A large guest room with an independent bathroom and three meals a day. It only costs three pence a day. It's definitely the first choice for you to rest in Flosinone!"
"Freshly baked fluffy loaves of bread! Made from pure wheat! Three loaves of bread for only two pence! "
"Rickshaw! Rickshaw! Sir and the few of you, do you want to take a ride? I'm not bragging, I'm the cheapest coachman in this area! "
"Sir and Miss! Do me a favor! I haven't eaten for a few days. Tip me a few pence and let me have a full meal! "
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Amidst the melodious whistle of the train and the bustling sounds of hawking in front of the train station, a young couple carrying luggage walked out of Flosinone Train Station hand in hand. The man had black hair and blue eyes and looked average. Although the woman was petite, her red hair made her look very sweet, causing passers-by to steal glances from time to time. These two were none other than Connor and Varga who were taking the train from Tunguska to return to their hometown.
Seeing that the young couple was dressed differently and didn't seem to be in need of money, a middle-aged coachman with a strong body and a somewhat weathered face took the initiative to come over. With a face full of smiles, he said, "Sir and Miss, may I know where you're going? To be honest, I, White, am the fastest coachman in this area, and I'm also the most familiar with the streets. My fee is also the most fair. You only need to pay me according to the standard set by the City Hall! "
Hearing the coachman's question, Connor, who was disguised as a black-haired young man, didn't say anything. However, Varga, who was disguised as a red-haired girl, glanced curiously at the coachman and the rickshaw behind him. She then pointed at the rickshaw and asked, "Is this your rickshaw? Can it transport people? "
Hearing Varga's question, the middle-aged coachman who called himself White proudly straightened his back and said, "Miss, is this the first time you've seen a rickshaw? Don't worry, I, White, have been using this rickshaw for more than ten years. If I haven't pulled ten thousand people, I've pulled at least a few thousand! "
Varga nodded in response to White's words with interest. Then, she turned to look at Connor with an inquiring gaze. When Varga asked for his opinion, Connor lovingly stroked her hair. Naturally, he didn't reject Varga's interest. He turned to White, who was waiting for their decision, and asked indifferently, "There are two of us, but you only have one rickshaw. Can you find another rickshaw?"
When White heard the brown-haired young man's question, he knew that this business was done, so he replied without hesitation, "Don't worry, as long as there's work, there's no shortage of rickshaws and rickshaws!"
After speaking, White waved his hand towards the rickshaw drivers. Immediately, a bronze-skinned, middle-aged rickshaw driver stepped out as though he had received an order. He pulled the rickshaw to Connor and Valga's side without any hesitation.
Connor and Varga got on the rickshaw one after another. When Connor and Varga were seated, White asked Connor again, "Sir, where are we going?"
"The Agudelo Hotel!" Connor didn't hesitate and said directly.
Upon hearing the name "Agudelo Hotel", White and the bronze-skinned coachman who didn't seem to be good with words immediately exchanged glances. They both saw the joy in each other's eyes. They knew that those who went to a place like Agudelo Hotel were not short of money. As long as they did a good job, they might even get a tip in addition to the fare. Naturally, they were very enthusiastic as they shouted in unison, "Okay!" Then, they pulled the rickshaw and ran forward.
Sitting in the rickshaw, Connor looked around at the unfamiliar yet familiar buildings in Flosinone City. The buildings were rugged with Odin's style. In Connor Ferguson's memories, he had read about Flosinone several times. However, this was the first time he came here in the real world.
Feeling the speed of the rickshaw, Connor looked at White who was pulling the rickshaw for him. The rickshaw driver didn't seem to be lying. His speed was very fast and he was very familiar with the streets. Basically, he could pull the rickshaw for about 150 meters in a minute. This speed was definitely at the forefront of Connor's rickshaws in this world!
Even the bronze-skinned, middle-aged coachman he found, although he was slightly slower than White, his speed was still about 140 meters per minute. Most importantly, these two coachmen were not only fast, but also very stable. There were basically no bumps.
Just as Connor was admiring the scenery along the way, Varga's voice transmission rang in his ears.
"Connor, weren't rickshaws completely eliminated by public carriages twenty years ago in Loen? Why is your hometown, Flosinone, still using rickshaws? " Varga, who was sitting in a rickshaw for the first time in Flosinone, was obviously very interested in rickshaws which she had never seen before. She had only heard of them in rumors. Her interest was also reflected in her voice transmission to Connor.
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