"Well, I promise you." Frankimir nodded.

"Then let's go!" Maria couldn't wait, and it seemed like she wanted to find out more than Frankimir.

"Anyway, we should get some food first, so we will starve to death before we reach the Twin Cities." Kafka complained from the sidelines.

"It's not early, and if I'm not mistaken, it's late at night. If it was daytime, the clouds here were reddish, and now the clouds are reddish-purple, so I think it should be late at night. I see that everyone is tired, so let's rest here first, I'll find you some food, and tomorrow morning, we'll set off for the Twin Cities again. Zhang Yue said.

"No, no, no, just find something to eat, I don't want to live in this place of the hell, who knows what could be worse here." Kafka shook his head and waved his hand and said that he had had enough of this.

"At this time, the gates of the Twin Cities have long been closed, and they won't be opened until dawn tomorrow, so we can't stay in this ice and snow until tomorrow morning." Zhang Yue said.

"We'll stay here for the night, as long as we're all together, I think it won't be a big deal. Besides, we also need to refuel these two mechs, so that they can't run out of fuel before they reach the Twin Cities. The warden said.

"But I don't think it's a good idea." Kafka shrugged his shoulders with some helplessness on his face.

"Let's just decide, don't be a mother-in-law, a big man." Maria said that she felt that this guy's appearance was very incommensurate with his courage, and he looked like a vicious gangster, but she didn't expect to be more afraid of this and that than a woman.

If Zhang Yue didn't feel fear and fear because this place was her and her husband's love nest, then the warden and Maria didn't know how dangerous it was because they had just arrived here.

"Then I'll take this girl to change her clothes first, she can't wear it all the time, such a ragged dress." Zhang Yue looked at Yulia and said.

"Thank you so much, where are the rest of us? Are you sure there will be no problems with this house? The warden asked.

"It's a sturdy house, and though the foyer is all collapsed, I don't think there's any danger, and you can live here with confidence, and if you don't, you can live in the stable."

"Let's stay in the stables, is that appropriate?" Kafka was a little unhappy.

"It was only a stable before the First World War, but now it has been converted into a room for me and Blok, where we usually live. After all, this place is too big, and we don't have many servants, so it's always scary. Zhang Yue said.

"Then bother." The warden said.

"The stables are easy to find and you can see them when you walk out of here. I've been there before, and the door is unlocked, so you can just go in. If it's nothing, then I'll take this girl and pick out the clothes that fit. ”

"Thank you so much." The warden said.

"Can I ask if there is coal and diesel here?" Maria asked.

"There is a steam room in the basement, just behind the kitchen, but the stairs here don't seem to work, you can go down from the stairs on the other side, if you are not in a hurry, wait for me to help this girl find clothes, and I will take you to the steam room." Zhang Yue said.

"No, thank you, I think this little thing, there is no need to bother. I was able to find that room, do you mean go this way? Maria asked.

"Yes." Zhang Yue said.

"Let me go with you." Frankie Mill said he didn't think Maria was aware of the danger.

"That's for the best."

"Let's take the guys, this place is dangerous."

Zhang Yue took Yulia to change clothes, Maria and Frankimir walked down the basement, Kafka helped the warden from behind Professor Saul and carried him onto him, and the three of them walked towards the stable that Zhang Yue said.

Frankie Mill and Maria quickly found the steam room, which was not hard to find, and the sound of steaming steam and the constant grinding of machinery was the best sign of this room.

The temperature of the steam heat room, at least above 25 degrees Celsius, was bubbling hot everywhere, and the heat generated by the huge steam boiler drove the dense cylinders to rotate back and forth, sending electricity and heat to every room of the Moore Manor.

In the ear chamber of their steam room, they found the fuel they needed, and the two of them ran back and forth five times before finally filling the fuel tanks of both mechs.

Since there was no danger here, and in order to get as many things as possible each time, they left all the extra clothing and equipment on their bodies in the pilot's compartment of the mech.

It would have taken a dozen trips to make a few trips, to say the least, thanks to Frank Mire's strength.

When the two of them were in the steam room, carrying fuel, they found that there was a lot of lubricating oil here. They all agreed that they should take a few barrels in order to enhance the flexibility and ease of operation of the mech, which is two old mechs that need to be operated by hand, and the consumption of lubricating oil is not small.

So, after filling up the fuel, they went to the steam room again to get a few more barrels of lube.

The temperature in the steam room is very high, just like a sauna, and the hot steam can dispel the cold in the body at this time. For Frank Mire, it was nothing, but for Maria, in a way, it was a pleasure. No one likes the cold in the middle of winter, and everyone likes a warm place.

Leaning against the metal casing of a steam turbine, Maria took off her Gluttonous Devourer jacket and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Looking at her intoxicated appearance, it seems that she doesn't plan to leave here in this life.

For women, it's hard for them to have the strength of men. Therefore, piloting the "Gluttonous Devourer" was not an easy task for Maria, and it was a very strenuous task.

Plus this, up and down, carrying fuel, running up and down. I'm really tired, this noble ice beauty.

Stained with the engine oil in the "gluttonous devouring machine", as well as the oil stains of diesel fuel and the soot of coal, did not overshadow this ice beauty, on the contrary, these unclean dirt made the ice beauty even more gorgeous.

Frankie Mill stared intently at Maria, who was sweating profusely, and at this time her shirt was open, and the belt on her tunic was all unfastened. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to give herself a good rest.

Frankimir slowly leaned towards Maria, and his hands faintly in the darkness hugged Maria's white and delicate tight waist, Maria's smooth waist was covered with beads of sweat or dew from steam.

Such a tight and toned waist is completely different from Larissa and Elena. Maybe it's because Maria, as a secret policeman, and often performs various sports, makes her soft waist, soft and strong, full of powerful conquest.

Frankimir got closer, and Maria's eyes were still closed, only a spasmodic convulsion, but it was enough for Frankimir to realize that Maria had already sensed his presumptuous behavior.

Maria's indifference was met with an intensification of Frankimir's indifference. His hand slid over Maria, hugging her hard into his arms, and he began to kiss Maria's pink neck, then her snow-white breasts.

As if she was asleep, Maria was left to Frankmir's fiddling.

Frankimir's movements gradually changed from gentle to rude, and he tried to take off Maria's vest, and Maria's slender hand grabbed Frankimir's arm in an instant.

She slowly opened her eyes, her eyes full of mournful begging, and her whole body trembled.

Frankimir felt a fierce fire burning in his chest. If he didn't vent the burning heat in his chest, he would soon be burned to ashes.

Frankimir took a deep breath and launched an even more rude attack on Maria, who kept hitting Maria's body, but Maria tried her best to resist.

She could feel the power from deep within him, but she didn't know if she could withstand his power.