Despite the sight of the city of Snowway, which had shrouded the whole of North Abel, and the presence of thirty or forty heavily armed soldiers on top of the gates, Delano decided to appear in front of Boyara's gate in the most upright way possible—to continue along the tracks by train.

Jeanne looked at Viklico, who had changed into new clothes, and a puzzled expression appeared on her face. Although she grew up in a tribe that was not at odds with the world, she often heard stories about the royal family from her elders, and it stands to reason that Vikili, as the princess of the kingdom of Nikanros, should be able to reveal her identity to the eldest king, and maybe the king will sacrifice some of the blood of the eldest king for the sake of the other party's fellow nobles.

"Mr. Delanor, why can't Miss Vicky reveal her identity and go to see the Elder King as an envoy of the Nikanlos Empire?"

Vikiriko sneered, pulled out a muslin from her backpack and wrapped her long hair around her head.

"Come on, the Licors are not all as kind and lovely as you, in the eyes of the werewolves of Snowway, the Blood Clan is a demonic existence, thanks to Peter the Great, they still think that the Bloods are monsters that enslave the Licors."

Draenor leaned against the window of the car and listened in silence to the conversation between the two, if Jeanne's idea could really be realized, it would definitely be of great help to everyone, but unfortunately it didn't work.

In addition to other cumbersome factors, just going to meet the eldest king as a foreigner is already very suspicious, and the territory of Snowway is in a time of war, if someone finds out that there are blood sect companions at this time, it will be tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

"Silly girl, do you think that old dog will give away his precious 'blood of the elder king'? Don't look at those guys as your kind, they've been as greedy as wolves since childhood. According to the rumors I heard from Kedwa, the death of the former king Anton was also related to Will himself, and the power struggle between the members of the Snowway royal family has been very fierce, and I believe that you don't want to have anything to do with those brutes. ”

Cooper stroked his beard from his chest and said, the tight new clothes always made him feel a little uncomfortable.

What surprised Draenor the most was Cooper's last remark, "The death of the former king Anton is also related to Will himself"? It seems that this may help you understand the unknown side of the Snowway royal family, but no matter how you say it, it is just a "rumor", so don't jump to conclusions until you find out the truth of the matter.

"That's all for the small talk, remember what I said before, you must not reveal your identity."

Draenor looked at the city wall that was getting closer and closer and said to everyone, the soldiers standing on the top of the city wall noticed the movement of the train, in addition to the spears in their hands, there were dozens of cannons hanging on the side of the city gate, it seems that it is mostly a fool's dream to break through the royal capital by force, and the top priority is to rely on the disguised identity to get by, and it is not too late to wait for Vekily to get close to the long queen.

Woo-woo!!

The soldiers on the ramparts blew their horns, and all but Jeanne were dazzled by the low, muffled noise.

Draenor covered his ears and tried to open one eye, only to see three wagons in metal armor rushing towards him from the side of the city gate.

"Cooper! Find a way to stop the train! ”

The track made a 120-degree bend less than a kilometer closer to the siege, and it seemed that even the trains transporting goods could not easily approach the capital city of Boyara.

Uncle Dwarf shook his head and regained his senses, and he ran to the combustion chamber against the wall of the carriage, grabbing the metal handbrake and slamming it to the side.

The wheels sparked a dazzling spark on the rails the moment the joystick stopped, and the violent inertia pulled Draenor forward, and he quickly reached out to hold on to the window frame so that he would not lose his balance and crash into the shelf.

As soon as the train returned to stability, Draenor quickly put away all the items in the carriage that might arouse suspicion, the crystal powder bag, the gold coins engraved with the portrait of the former king, and the tattered clothes that had been replaced.

The soldier sitting in the front seat of the carriage raised his left hand, and the troika pulled the reins almost at the same time, and the pitch-black steed straightened its front hooves and raised a cloud of flying sand to stop beside the train.

The soldier with his left hand jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the train, and unlike the other soldiers, this man wore a loose down hat, brown hair hanging from the brim to his ears, and a well-trimmed mustache that clung to his upper lip, looking like a commander or something.

"You have trespassed into the realm of the Snowway royal capital, and you will explain your intentions immediately!"

As soon as the commander finished speaking, the soldiers sitting in the two carriages raised their spears and pointed them directly at the inside of the windows.

Hearing the sound of a gun being loaded, Draenor gestured to everyone in the car with his eyes, then reluctantly squeezed out a smile and stood in the window with his hands raised above his head.

"Ahh It turned out to be a sir! It's a pleasure to meet you, finally to see your own people, those robbers I met before really made my scalp tingle! ”

"Outlander's ......"

Even after some disguise, Draenau's unusual blue eyes caught the commander's attention, and he frowned and hesitated for a moment, then rested his palm on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"Just excuse the rhetoric, answer my question immediately, you won't want me to say it a second time."

It seemed that the soldiers guarding the edge of the city of Pyara were unusually alert, and Draenor swallowed his saliva to stop thinking nonsense, and told these Lykos what he had thought of before, and nothing would go wrong.

"Well, that's right, my name is Chadwick, and you may call me Chad, an explorer from Canaan. I wanted to visit my old friend Legge in Spiritwater, who had a shipment of goods for King Will recently, but that guy was too busy to take a break from his business, so he simply asked me to come to meet him for him. ”

Draenor saluted with a slight lower brim as he spoke, then pulled the rewritten letter from his bosom.

The commander hesitated for a moment, but his eyes visibly twitched a few times when he heard the other man claim to be from "Canaan". He let go of the hilt of his knife and waved his hand forward, and one of the soldiers in the queue put away his spear and trotted to take the letter and hand it to the commander.

"Dear ...... Well, it turned out to be Lege's agent. That kid hasn't brought me drinks for so long, and I wonder if the people in Blazing Water Town have been attacked by wild beasts! Hahahaha......"

The commander opened the letter and glanced at it a few times before suddenly laughing, and Draenor couldn't find any laugh in the other party's words, but he could only feign a smile and echo it.

"Haha, there are a lot of goods in this batch, please be patient for a while, my friends will unload the goods soon."

Just as Draenor was about to put his mind down and tell everyone to leave, the commander suddenly stopped him.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Draenor paused at the moment when he turned his back to the soldiers, his plan could not be revealed, everything on the train came from Spiritwater Town, and everyone's dress did not show the slightest flaw. But anything can happen, and Draenor relaxed his tense back as much as he could, waiting for the other party to make a final decision.

"If you really bring some 'good goods' this time, it doesn't matter if you explain to the Elder King that you have lost a few barrels!"

It seems that even the most loyal soldier will inevitably be seduced by selfish desires, and Draenor turned to face the soldier, with a knowing smile on his face,

"Of course, there are quite a few robbers along the way, but I believe that eight barrels of good rum are enough to satisfy His Royal Highness the Elder King."

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