The train slowly stopped at Crossbell Station, and the lively purple-haired girl reluctantly said goodbye to Duchamp.

"Are you really not going to stay in Crossbell for two days?"

"This, it's still not possible, I still have something to do when I go to the Republic, and I may be able to stop for two days when I come back."

"Then don't forget to come to the flower shop on West Street to find me."

Miss Ah Jiu waved her hand and disappeared into the crowd.

"What a nice girl, aren't you really going to stay in Crossbell for two days?" The restless old gentleman winked his eyebrows.

"Let's go get a visa."

Together with the old gentleman, Duchamp slowly lined up with the flow of people to change the entry certificate, and the close encounter did not touch his heart. In his heart, he was really thinking about whether to stay in Crossbell at this time, but it was for another reason.

From beginning to end, he thought about the ins and outs of the matter.

In the year 1195 of the Qiyao calendar, in the history of the continent, a notorious event occurred. The D.G., a pagan cult that had been secretly developing on the continent for hundreds of years, suddenly went into trouble and performed various evil rituals in the north-central part of the continent.

Thousands of people, most of them young children, were sacrificed and subjected to this cataclysmic event. The bloody nature of its methods shook the entire continent.

Since 1196, almost all powerful organizations on the continent, including the police and armies of various countries, the ultimate armed 'Star Cup Knights' of the Qiyao Church, as well as the guerrilla organizations of the 'Civilian Protectors' who are active in the entire continent, and even the mysterious association 'Snake of Devouring', have participated in the extermination of the order on different occasions and at different opportunities.

It wasn't until 1198 that these organizations discovered the details of this mysterious order, commanded by the strongest head on the continent, the A-class guerrilla Cassius Bright, and gathered the forces of the multinational police elite and the church and guerrillas to annihilate this mysterious order in one fell swoop.

In this bloody history, two victims, thanks to the Order's crazy experiments and anomalous opportunities, became the protagonists with superpowers, appearing in Duchamp's list of feuding figures, and this includes Kia, who did not awaken until 1203.

Because this incident did not involve the empire, after Duchamp crossed over, he was immersed in the business model, and he almost forgot this bloody history.

He frowned, wondering how he had begun to interfere in this.

For a rookie whose strength has just reached the fourth order, in such a big event, he is not even worthy of lifting shoes for others.

He clearly remembered that the guardian knights who exerted their true strength each had tenth-order or even higher-order strength; The duo of Iyo, who became C-level guerrillas and worked towards B-level guerrillas, had a strength of about the eighth order, and their father, Cassius, was a super-level master who had comprehended the realm of reason; The various pillar cadres of the association, one by one, have unfathomable strength, and they often transform into super-level bosses, and they have never seen them when they are truly defeated, not to mention that they also have high-end means such as Gundam, air ships, automatic battle robots, and external artifacts rewarded by the alliance leader, which are simply more Cassius than Cassius.

And the sum of these people has brought down such a cult of unknown origin.

Although no intelligence has ever been disclosed that the Mysterious Order has any strong strength and bull fork characters, looking at the luxurious lineup that participated in the extermination, you can know that this is definitely not a pheasant organization.

Duchamp took out a small white notebook, quietly turned to the page of Qiya's introduction, and read it carefully.

Maybe Crossbell was a breakthrough.

Thinking of this, Duchamp gave up the queue and went to the exit gate. Behind him, the old gentleman shouted: "Good manner, be willful when you are young, good luck to you." ”

The corners of Duchamp's mouth twitched.

The security inspector politely checked Duchamp's documents and asked with some surprise: "Don't you have any luggage?" ”

Duchamp looked at the passengers with large bags and small bags around him, and couldn't help but regret his mistake.

He looked up with a slick eye: "Crossbell is a cosmopolitan city, I plan to come empty-handed, and then buy a good one here and go back." ”

The security inspector's smile widened, and he returned the imperial nobleman's passport and ticket, and wished him a pleasant trip to Crossbell.

Out of the station, Duchamp walked happily through the streets of Crossbell, and the joy of revisiting the old place was silently growing.

Crossbell is the most modern city on the mainland of Semria, extremely prosperous, with high-rise buildings, and for Duchamp, it is closer to coming home.

From the street in front of the station to the end of the city, you will come to the city center square, also known as the big clock square, as the name suggests, there is a big clock hanging in the middle of the square.

On one side of the square, a vendor dressed in flowers was handing out free balloons and guidebook to tourists, and when he saw Duchamp's appearance as a foreigner, he exclaimed vigorously: "Sir, do you need a copy of the free balloons and tourist maps distributed by the city government of Crossbell to tourists?" ”

Duchamp smiled and took the map and declined the balloon.

He followed the tourist map guide and chose the "Longlao Hotel" on East Street as his accommodation. The guidebook says that the food at this restaurant is worth a try, and in addition, it is good and affordable. Both of these points were important to Duchamp, and he had no money to put it on now.

The establishment of the Green Leaf Society cost him and Lu all their savings. Duchamp went out this time and only took 5,000 meters. His plan is to use a fishing rod in his left hand and a guide workbench in his right hand, and make money while going out.

Following the directions on the map to East Street, Duchamp found that the neighborhoods in this area were very oriental and looked particularly friendly. There is an open-air market on the side of the street, which has a variety of fresh fruit specialties, as well as a variety of handicrafts and knick-knacks, and it is a great place to hang out.

"When you come back, you must come and shop around and replenish some stockpiles."

Wait until you find the Longlao Hotel, it is really an affordable hotel, the lobby on the first floor is also a restaurant, the decoration is simple, noisy, fortunately, the room rate is quite affordable.

He lay down in the hotel room, took out his pen, found a sign on the east side of the tourist map, and looked at the caption next to it.

"The Sun Fortress, built in the Middle Ages, is currently in disrepair and has collapsed. From the observation deck on the side of the road leading to Almolica Village, you can see the ancient battlefield and ruins in the distance. It was there that the large bell hanging in the center of the city was unearthed. Poured? Really fake. ”

Duchamp shook his head and flipped the player's manual to Kia's page again.

"Born in the Middle Ages, it slept under the Sun Fortress for 500 years until it woke up in 1203."

"Let's try our luck, and hopefully there won't be any danger." He muttered and walked down East Street, looking for a bus stop to the village of Almolica.