A thick white fog rises from the train's chimney, pulled into a ribbon by the oncoming breeze, and blends in with the wooden buildings on both sides of the tracks.

Draenor hung his hat on the side of the shelf, and without forgetting the instructions given to him by Lege, he took out the yellowed letter from his bosom and handed it to Jeanne, although he was able to communicate fluently with the Licus people with the ability of the Mind Stone, he was still helpless to encounter those unfamiliar words.

"Mr. Delanor, what is this?" Jeanne looked at Draenor suspiciously, wondering where the worn-out letter had come from.

"Leg's errand to me, although he said that he was not used to the royal family, still hoped to please them in order to ensure some stable income in the future. This letter is addressed to the eldest king, Will, to help me confirm whether the content is appropriate. He leaned lightly against the door frame where the trains met, hoping to get some useful information from the letter.

Even though Jeanne never went to school in the true sense of the word, in fact her level of education was no worse than that of Delaenau. The Lycos people attach great importance to education, and in addition to teaching children some of the most basic methods of survival, they will also teach them about the traditional literature of Lykos.

The dialects of Abel's Lycos and Flacctu's wolfs are vastly different, but the two use almost identical scripts, and with so many days of contact with Abel's compatriots, it was a piece of cake for Jeanne to decipher a letter.

Theoretically, it should be like this, but who knew that the handwriting left on the paper was so sloppy that if you didn't look closely, Jeanne would even think that it was an abstract work of art unfolded in her hand. Coupled with the polishing of time, the ink that still remained on the letter paper was already a little dim, and even if such a letter could be delivered to the long king, it would undoubtedly be sentenced to the death penalty of fooling the emperor.

"Well, it seems that the merchant is not very educated, no wonder he can't run the winery well......" Draenor sensed the confusion on Jeanne's face, and looked at the graffiti-covered letter in her hand and complained from the bottom of his heart.

"At least there are some faint marks, let me see ......" Jeanne frowned, trying to understand what Legge was trying to say, and it took five or six minutes for her to finally have a clue,

"Honorable Elder King, Emperor Will, the Lord of All Things of Snowway, I am the merchant Legge who sold you wine before, and the circulation of goods in Lieshui Town has been very bad after all these years. Recently, I plan to send the remaining wine to the royal family in Peyara, and I hope to use this as a reminder that you will always be sincere in the town of Spiritwater in the Snowway Kingdom. Leg's respects......"

Jeanne read the letter almost tremblingly, biting her upper lip as if she might laugh out loud at any moment.

Draenor was also a little laughing at Lege's writing, and the letters to the eldest king could not be as casual as a child's diary, and it could be seen that in addition to the main content, only the beginning and the end could barely be considered serious.

And the content is obviously inappropriate, it sounds like a deliberate complaint to Emperor Will. Draenor pulled out a barely usable pair of pen and paper from the carriage and handed it to Jeanne.

Leg's meaning was clear, and all Draenor needed to do was keep most of the original meaning of the letter and add some important details, so that he could also prove the identity of his group.

Jeanne knowingly unfolded the paper on the workbench in the carriage, and tapped the pen to the end of the pen to wait for Draenor to say what had been changed.

He thought for a moment, and finally slowly opened his mouth.

"Keep the beginning, and change all the rest, I don't know what language to use to express how the common people miss you, but every time we wake up and see the sunlit land in front of us, we can clearly understand that the great elder king has always been by our side! The common people have been caring about the capital in recent years, and although the war has brought hunger and poverty, we believe that all this will eventually usher in victory, and the glory of Snowway will once again shine on the continent of Abel!

"To show the love of the people of Spirited Water, we have entrusted our friends from Flaktu to deliver a carefully selected rum to the capital city of Pyara. We look forward to the blessings that are to come and wish you and all the royal family good health! The wine merchant of Lieshui Town, Leg. ”

As Draenor's voice paused, Jeanne put down her pen and handed the rewritten letter to Draenor.

Although he still couldn't read the Licos script, he could tell from the ornate handwriting that Jeanne had done her best. After she re-read the letter, Draenor finally put her mind at ease, the meaning of the text was very tactful, the tone was also in line with the identity of a civilian, and the description of her group was added to the content, which should ensure that nothing was lost.

The next step is to push the boat down the river and hide your identity.

Draenor quickly called Viklico and Cooper into the same carriage while everyone was still idle, and conveyed his thoughts to everyone.

"Liquor dealers? I don't want to do it! What can the wolf cubs do with the top craftsmen of Cadeva? ”

Cooper's eyes widened in surprise and he shouted at Draenor, and Jeanne immediately frowned, uncomfortable with the dwarves' contemptuous term for the Lycos.

"Those are the Lycos! That's right, we're going to follow Lege's message in the letter to disguise ourselves as a liquor dealer, and who else would rush to the capital city of Boyara with a train load of rum? With a dwarven master artisan, a local guide, a Blood Sect taster and a traveler from Canaan, we'll be the perfect wine seller. ”

Draenor confidently explained to the crowd, taking advantage of their hesitation to reflect on his plan, and while it seemed that there were still some questionable loopholes, there seemed to be no other way to hide his true purpose.

Vekily thought for a moment with her finger against her chin, and finally raised her head and affirmed to Draenor, "It seems that there is no other way, just say that you are a traveler who has lived in northern Abel for many years, so as not to explain the beastly aura that emanates from you." Jeanne and Cooper originally belonged to the aboriginal race of the Abel continent, and their identities did not need to be disguised too much.

"The taster is exempt, our only goal is to get close to the Changwang and find the right opportunity to collect blood, this work can be done by me, I will simply disguise myself as a doctor and find a way to fool the past. But all this camouflage is premised on having enough materials to support it, and there are no useful tools near a dilapidated train like this. ”

Vicky gets to the point of the matter, and there is no way to carry out the "disguise" with a verbal description alone.

"Don't have the materials and tools? Is that really the case......" Draenor grinned wickedly as he walked to the end of the train, kicking open the slightly hidden box and reaching out for a heavy cloth bag.

Draenor untied the sack in two or three times, pulling out a gold coin that shimmered with a dazzling light. He had known from Leg's and Condell's words that the treasure would one day come in handy, so he ended up taking some of the gold coins that belonged to Condell.

"In less than three hours we will arrive at a bazaar called Batray, and although the gold is not much, it is enough to buy a few decent outfits."

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