The shadow of the train shuttled through the oasis obscured by foliage, and after a few hours, there was almost no trace of the desert nearby, the dragon's blood trees like giant umbrellas were like green floating clouds obscuring the light of the setting sun, the dragon's beard orchids covered the ground, and the hot wind blew through the oasis, setting off emerald green ripples in the oasis.

The front of the car turned along the tracks, and a few kilometers away was the majestic building that stood in the middle of the oasis, the city of Boyara.

The city resembles a rectangular fortress made of finely cut masonry, and even in the center of the oasis, it is difficult to see overly wide doors and windows on these buildings, and the crack-like windows are more like a sense of the mystery of the Snowway Kingdom than a barrier to the dust.

Grey-and-white and golden walls merge the city with the desert beyond, embroidered carpet-like inscriptions cover all corners of the city, bold lines, grid-like doors and windows divided by horizontal beams, and massive stone pillars that rise from the ground like the skeleton of giants—these are typical of Lycos architecture.

Coming all the way from the north, Draenor has become familiar with this architectural style, but unlike what he has seen before, every corner of the city of Posara can be seen with the precision of a cogwheel machine, which at first glance looks like illogical graffiti, but when you look closely, it looks like a stone tablet.

Flocks of white pigeons fluttered along the walls, and the breeze rippled in the lake opposite the city gates. Everything seems so peaceful that it's hard to imagine that the people who live around such a splendid complex are now mad and mad by the war.

Delano put down the firearm in his hand and removed the scope and put it in his coat pocket.

"Indescribable irony, isn't it? The Lycos of Snowway are warlike by nature, and they are constantly crusading south against other tribes under Will's leadership. But it is such a war maniac that they regard the white dove as Snowway's national bird. Cooper took a glass of liquor from the barrel and drank the rum from the glass as he looked at the glorious buildings in the distance.

"Those things don't matter to us...... Why did you just drink it? Do you want to go to the king drunk? ”

Draenor smelled the strong smell of alcohol in Cooper's mouth and quickly snatched the glass from his hand, but he could never be faster than Cooper's drinking, and the uncle was already lying by the window and burping loudly.

"Hiccup! Drink a little and you won't lose a piece of meat, I just want to share a little bit of the pressure on the liver for His Royal Highness the Elder King......"

Cooper spent almost twenty-four hours working on the train, and even though the drink was precious, it wouldn't be too much to pay him a sips or two.

Draenor sighed, placed the glass on the shelves that Cooper could barely reach on tiptoe, and turned to the storage box to retrieve the clothes he had prepared.

"Without further ado, we are about to reach the edge of the city of Pyara, and we had better hurry up and change our clothes and make our confessions clear."

Everyone used the shelves as a cover in the carriage and changed into newly bought clothes, and the two girls changed their clothes and pushed the shelves aside.

It was obvious that the long dress looked a little abrupt on Viklico, the dark gray tone of the sand contrasted sharply with her white skin, coupled with her small size, the long dress was dragged to the ground, and she looked like a child wrapped in the slack of adult clothes.

"Is that what you see? Well, I'm not surprised......"

Vicheric shook her sleeves dangling in the air and glanced over her head at Draenor.

There were no proper clothing stores in the bazaar, and the clothes were relatively not too shabby, which was the only thing that the shop could guarantee. It didn't seem like there was time to re-tailor it specifically for Vikirico, so Draenor pulled a string from the shelf and handed it to Vikirico's hand.

"Let's get some time done, Miss Klose. We are not in Vlaktu, no one can tailor it for you. ”

Vickily could hear a hint of sarcasm in this, and she rolled her eyes and took the string, folding the corners of her skirt with great difficulty and wrapping it around her waist.

Draenor's clothes fit perfectly, and although he was born west of Canaan, his skin had been tanned after all these days in the desert, and his brown robe looked almost the same as that of a regular Lycos nomad.

The robe was a lot longer for the dwarves, but at least it didn't look too funny on Uncle Cooper's body, and his fat belly just supported the extra part of the robe, and the belt on the original clothes basically solved the problem of inappropriate size. What touched him the most was that he finally had new boots to wear!

"Mr. Delanor, this dress...... Does it still fit? ”

A delicate voice came from the side of the carriage, and Draenor turned his head to see that Jeanne had already changed into the long dress.

The dark purple skirt resembles a mandala flower swaying in the wind, the slightly open collar sets off her proud figure, and her long black and shiny hair hangs down on both sides of her chest like a waterfall.

Draenor was dumbfounded, and he almost didn't recognize her as a companion he had been with for a long time.

"Ill-fitting...... Is it? ”

Jeanne gently put her arm on her chest like a little girl who had done something wrong. Draenor quickly shook his head, suitable! It's a perfect fit! He wished that Jeanne would be able to keep her dress like this in the future.

"It's nothing, for a moment I almost thought it was a fairy descending to earth!"

"Poof" Vicili was visibly disgusted by the cliché compliment, but Jeanne looked very excited, her face flushed after hearing Draenor's compliment, and she turned to sit on the edge of the bed and smiled.

"Hehe, that's fine......"

After changing clothes, Jeanne hid the dagger in her boots and Cooper easily slipped the axe into her trouser pocket. Vikily continued the same method as before, using black strips of cloth to disguise the spear as a walking stick.

Seeing that everyone was almost ready, Draenor began to make final arrangements.

"So as I thought, Vicky is a doctor from Nicandros, Cooper is the mechanic who operates the trains, Jeanne is a resident of Spiritwater who leads the way for us, and I'm a traveler from Canaan, and I'm a local friend who contributes some drinks to the Elder King."

It may not seem uncommon for a traveler to carry a short sword at all times, but at least the suspiciously constructed firearm cannot be brought to the capital for the time being. Draenor picked up the captured spear from his side, a weapon that was very popular in Abel, but the mark engraved on the hilt of the gun could not be seen.

He drew his dagger and shaved the part of the family crest engraved on the hilt into sawdust in two blows, and then carried the spear behind his back. The firearm that had been with him all the way was hidden in the recess at the back of the shelves, and if the blood of the Great King did get their hands on it, they would have to find a chance to get back on the train and flee north.

Draenor grabbed the felt hat that Leg had given him and fastened it on his head, took out the letter he had entrusted to him from his bosom, and looked up at the approaching capital city of Boyara outside the window.

"You can't go wrong this time, the blood of the Elder King is right in front of you."

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