"International train, it turns out to be this smell!"

As the train shook regularly, various sounds and smells came from the carriage, and Duchamp, who was riding the international train for the first time, couldn't help but sneeze several times.

This is not an easy trip. Compared with the snow-covered and clean scenery outside the window, the situation in the carriage is like a pot of boiled paste, and the smell is unpleasantly reminiscent of the big pot dish fed by Grandma.

The space in the carriage was filled with all kinds of goods by the international masters: the fur produced in the Northland exuded a large smell of leather; All kinds of fruits, eggs, and birds that came up from Keldik shed a lot of chicken feathers; Lulei's various industrial products are piled up, and there may be "large and small yellow croaker" in them. Miscellaneous goods from the north and south gather together, showing the vitality of this international railway that spans the continent.

The Transcontinental Railway, which runs from the imperial capital of Heimdall to the east of the mainland, passes through the Autonomous Prefecture of Crossbell and the Republic of Calvard, then passes through the Autonomous Prefecture of Olaide and the Autonomous Prefecture of Lehmann, and ends at Benastone, the eastern gateway of the mainland. The railway was operated by the Trans-Railway Commune and was opened in 1184. With the rise of the railway tide, the two ends of this railway line are still extending, and will be built all the way to the sea at the east and west ends of the mainland.

During the extremely boring journey, Duchamp calculated the demographic structure of the carriage. "A pickpocket, thirty-seven ordinary passengers, fifty-two international masters, a true nobleman and a fake nobleman, well, and a beautiful woman!"

"International trains should have special carriages to separate nobles from commoners." An old nobleman sitting opposite Duchamp said indignantly.

Duchamp shrugged his shoulders and complained to himself, if he didn't have the money to buy a ticket for a luxury box, he should honestly smell it and put on a noble spectrum.

He turned his head for other pastimes and saw the pickpocket preparing to attack a vendor.

The peddler did not see the pickpocket, but saw a noble lord looking towards him, and he quickly smiled at Duchamp flatteringly, and moved his body towards the pickpocket's side again.

The pickpocket was secretly happy in his heart, and suddenly saw Duchamp's sharp eyes, staring at him motionlessly, and a chill flashed in his green eyes.

Duchamp locked on his prey, the corners of his mouth suddenly moved, and the pickpocket was frightened and hurriedly fled towards the other carriage, "That look is really terrifying." ”

Watching his only plaything escape, Duchamp continued to close his hat in boredom and began to nap.

A strange look flashed in the eyes of the beautiful woman in the carriage, and she hesitated for a few minutes before coming over.

"Hey, wake up, okay?"

Duchamp opened his eyes and saw the only beautiful woman in the carriage, sitting opposite him, accosting him.

What a glory it is. Duchamp quickly straightened his waist.

"You two, do you want to play cards?" The girl pulls out a deck of cards.

"Yes, yes!" Duchamp's mood was high, and the old gentleman was also happy to have a pastime on the journey, and the three of them immediately played.

"My name is Juliette Knight, and you can call me Ah Jiu. What's your name? The girl looked at Duchamp through the playing cards.

"Stellar S. Duchamp, Imperial." Duchamp smiled in a self-righteous smile - he looked idiot.

"I know, you're from Ruray, right? We came on the same bus from Ruray, and I noticed you, but you probably didn't. ”

"Yes!" Now it was Duchamp's turn to be amazed, and he always thought that he would not miss any details.

Of course, the girl did not say the details of her disguised departure from Ruray, and she continued the pleasant conversation in a young and lively tone.

"I'm from Crossbell, and I've traveled to the Empire, to the Imperial Capital, and to Rulei."

"You say you're from Kezhou? It doesn't look like it. Duchamp used the cards as a cover, stared at the girl's chest, and slammed it over.

This size is wrong, doesn't it mean that the nutrition in Kezhou is particularly good, and the woman's figure is amazing?

"What's so interesting about the place of Rurena, the Southern Lakes is the essence of the empire. In the future, when you have free time, little girl, you must visit the Lake District, especially the Emerald Capital of Baryahat, where the elegance of the empire lies. The old gentleman enthusiastically introduced the little girl to the history, scenery and delicacies of the empire, and at the same time showed his knowledge.

A hint of surprise flashed in the girl's eyes, and she wrapped her purple hair around her fingers and tested: "You guessed right, in fact, our family moved to Crossbell from abroad, guess where?" ”

Duchamp pronounced the girl's name twice, and suddenly realized: "Since your abbreviation is Ah Jiu, if you don't pronounce it in the mainland lingua franca, but use the local language, it should be pronounced 'Jiu Tive'." ”

"That's right, hee-hee, you can guess that."

"It must be from the Duchy of Remephilia, Jodiv Knight, the Remephilian word means deep and enchanting, the night is very much in line with their naming habits."

"Wow, you know that even that! No one ever guessed right. The girl happily threw a flying kiss.

"Where are you going?"

"Prepare to the Republic of Calvard."

"yes, it's a shame not to stay in Crossbell for a few days?"

In the pleasant chatting of playing cards, time flies.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, but it's a pity that Crossbell is about to arrive." The girl said regretfully.

Outside the train window, a heinously thick steel wall appeared in front of the train, this is the Garelia Fortress on the border between the Empire and the Klospel Autonomous Prefecture, which is an important garrison fortress of the Empire. After this, in another forty minutes, you will reach the 'magic capital' Crossbell.

Crossbell, the smallest independent state on the mainland, has been torn by war because it is sandwiched between two great powers, the Erebonian Empire and the Republic of Calvard. In modern times, it became independent again in 1134 and became an autonomous state that recognized the two powers as suzerains at the same time, and did not allow the formation of armies, as a buffer zone between the two powers.

Thanks to its central location on the continent and its neutrality to the two powers, the Autonomous Region of Crossbell pursued an independent trade policy and in recent decades became the most affluent region on the continent. Because of its incredible political form and economic strength, it has the nickname of 'Magic Capital'.

Duchamp turned his head away, pretending to enjoy the scenery outside the window, but he was thinking about something else.

Under the prosperity of Crossbell, a great secret was hidden that would not be discovered until 1203, the birthplace of the 'D.G.' Order.

In the Bondage quest in the Player's Handbook, there is a bizarre character's biographical record that exposes this secret. Her name is Kia.

"Dear passengers, the train will arrive at Crossbell Station in thirty minutes and will stop here for one hour, passengers heading to the Republic of Calvard, please go through immigration procedures at Crossbelle Station."