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In a dimly lit little bar in the imperial capital, Goethe, who was in the dust, couldn't wait to share the news he had found with Duchamp.

"The man who came into contact with us is a merchant who has been acting for the Kane family in the grain business, a native of Ordis, who has been doing it for at least ten years. His identity is credible. ”

Duchamp nodded silently, took the ale on the table, and drank it down.

The trip to the west is already on the way. In addition to trading with the Duke of Kane, Duchamp has one more thing to do. During the holidays, Lu and Goode returned to Pvennes together, and soon after sneaked back to Julai, I heard that they were in contact with the local land snakes, to survey a smuggling route on the border between Julai and Gatapunia, which had been approved by the lord of Gatapunia, and for this reason, Viscount von Theresa also sent private soldiers to clear the monsters and repair the road at the junction with Julai, and Duchamp planned to help the road.

After Goethe finished the news, he asked Duchamp tentatively: "Is the supply ready?" ”

Duchamp only vaguely said that he had negotiated and that he would go abroad to pick up the goods in the next two days. Goethe believed it and asked expectantly when the goods would enter the country, whether he would be assisted by the power of the North Star, etc., but Duchamp refused. Goethe thought that this was Duchamp's secrecy about his own sources, and he did not care. The two of them carefully checked the time and determined the time to trade with Ordis.

At parting, Duchamp hesitated for a moment, but handed Goethe a box at his feet.

Inside the box is a brand-new transceiver secretly equipped with the military's communication system, and the signal covers the entire Western Continent.

"This thing is illegal, don't fall into the hands of others." Duchamp solemnly confessed.

When Goethe understood what was inside, he swiped neatly at his feet, stomping one foot on the top of the lid of the box. This thing is exactly what the hunting regiment needs most.

"One is not enough, you can get me another one, so that it will be much more convenient to do things in the future."

Duchamp smiled and agreed. In another year, paging systems will be available, and people will exchange information more frequently, and this thing will be nothing.

After negotiating with Goethe, Duchamp only waited for Professor Ashley and Goode to come to the imperial capital, and accidentally, he was arrested by Olivier and forcibly helped him share part of his official duties.

The so-called official business is the business of the Royal Airship Society. Although the final details were assigned to the Royal Airship Club and the newly established Erebonia Airship Intermodal Company, it was up to the Airship Association to develop the plan for the operation. Olivier was apparently convinced of Duchamp's talents, and threw the mess to him, leaving him on the loose.

At the Airship Society, Duchamp was often seen in charge of the day-to-day security of the Prince, and he also served as the captain of the Royal Airship Society's air guard, and planned to set up an air guard of five high-speed patrol airships in the next two years, which would be independent and pay for it from the defense costs.

This was the prototype of the Air Force.

Obviously, the emperor himself was not stupid and took this small but important armed force directly into his own hands.

There was also a small episode in the days of the imperial capital, the day after returning from the outing, Duchamp and Lear occasionally saw Dietrie running to the flower shop and ordering an expensive bouquet of "blue diamond" roses, which can be imagined as a gift. The jealous two of them hit Dietrie hard, but Dietrie said disapprovingly that this was just a form of aristocratic etiquette.

"Aristocratic etiquette? What a panacea! The two of them laughed together.

On the evening of the 8th, Goode and Professor Ashley arrived, along with the technical director and sales director of the Green Leaf Society.

Mark had already planned the route for everyone in advance, so he rushed home early to get ready to go. Everyone prepared to take the train from the imperial capital to the jade capital of Baryahat. Mark will meet everyone at Baryahat, from where he will go to the textile city of Palm, where he will apply for immigration formalities and then fly directly to the kingdom of Liber by airship.

"You can't take any weapons, dangerous goods and alcohol out of the country, bring your passport, fill out an exit application in Palm, don't bring non-essential items, save yourself the trouble of bringing them back."

Early in the morning of the 9th, as soon as the sky was light, Duchamp called everyone up in the hotel, chattering like a tour guide who had been working for ten years.

"Hey, Styri, morning." Olivier magically appeared at the door of the inn with a package.

"You, you've really got your passport! Have you explained it to your family? Duchamp was taken aback.

"Of course, you see what this is!" Olivier proudly showed his passport.

Duchamp's eyes were about to pop out as he stared at the words "Olivier Langheim" on the passport. Taking advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention, he bared his teeth and threatened in a low voice: "If you are found to have forged documents, you will go to jail." ”

"Don't worry, this document is genuine." Olivier said triumphantly.

"Even then, did you buy your tickets in advance?" Duchamp asked.

"Didn't you say that as long as I got the papers, you would be responsible for giving me the ticket?" Olivier said unhappily.

"However, there is a good chance that the train tickets are sold out."

"Then buy a standing ticket, I'm never picky."

After a panicked assembly, the crowd arrived at the central station, and Duchamp soon saw acquaintances, Mura was waiting at the entrance with two special bills stamped with the seal of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, no wonder Olivier looked relaxed.

"I applied for this trip on the grounds that I was privately surveying the operation of international scheduled vessels. How's that, Styry, envy my wrist. Olivier said smugly.

"Ugh!" Duchamp was speechless.

Eight hours later, they arrived at Balyahat.

Mark waved his hands outside the platform, warmly welcoming the large crowd to his proud hometown.

"The mysterious woman in the peaked hat, what a fitting metaphor!" Walking out of the Baryahat station, a flock of white doves rushed in the face, the neat square, the slowly passing street cars, the cafes with open shutters and flowers, and the surrounding buildings of various shapes but extremely elegant, all proudly proclaimed that this is the Emerald Capital Baryahat, the most elegant, the cleanest, and most beautiful city in the world, and not one of the damn ones.

Ditri was slightly surprised, the literary atmosphere exuded by the city was intoxicating, and it was completely different from Haidu Ordis, which was ruled by the Kane family. The reason why he involuntarily made such a comparison was because it was another great dukedom of the empire, the Duke of Albarrea of Baryahat.

He suppressed the unhappiness of being compared to others, and followed the footsteps of everyone to swim.

"Aha, I've been here twice, but every time I come to Baryahat, it's so exciting, this kind of city is where I should stay in Olivier. There are a couple of nice bars right next to Artisan Street, so let's go party all night tonight! Olivier extended the invitation with great pride.

Liermu immediately poured a scoop of cold water on him: "We have to take the train that will leave at half past six tomorrow morning, and we should go to bed early tonight!" ”

That being said, everyone went to the prestigious Artisan Street. This is the most famous place for luxury goods in Baryahat, famous for its various gems from the mines of Urol and sable fur from the nearby hills, as well as luxury goods from the empire and from all over the world.

Mark was in a bad mood, and while everyone was scattered in various stores, he pulled Duchamp aside and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't find that place." ”

"What?" Duchamp, who was brewing a big job, was poured a scoop of cold water.

"That place, that village, is so remote that I guess nothing has ever happened. I searched the map of my house until 200 years ago, and I couldn't find the place marked 'Hamel'. ”

Duchamp's eyes went dark.

"In addition, I went to the state capital and the state library in Krutchen, and all the maps were brand new, and the place, as if it had never existed, was clean in the state archives!"

Mark gestured angrily to his chest, venting his frustration.

"Phew! Bastard! Duchamp finally couldn't help himself, cursed loudly, and raised a middle finger at the sky.

(This chapter is a failure in the front.,But I went home the next day.,Didn't go online at all.,The back of the regular release came out.,After trying many times, I found.,Unless you modify the chapters that have been sent.,But recently the background is very drawn.,If you're not careful, it will cause the illusion of repeated release.,Just look at it upside down.。 ）

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