In the harsh winter months, the night came exceptionally early, and the cold wind howled in Rentat, which made every pedestrian on the street tighten their coats, hold down their hats, and speed up their pace.

For them, the biggest difference between now and before is that the street lamps on both sides of the road have covered the streets of Rentat, and the bright magic crystal lamps illuminate the way for themselves and others to go home, no longer like in the past, only a few bustling streets have been installed with arc street lights, and the vast majority of citizens either use the light of the silver moon and stars when they rush on winter nights, or bring their own horse lanterns, or simply walk in the dark, so they often fall down on the road.

The werewolf Nasdell walked down the last magical steam train with the crowd and stepped onto the smooth stone ground of the six-pointed star platform - since the cities of this world realm themselves are part of the magical or divine defense system, except for a few extremely special cities such as Alinge, it is impossible for most cities to tear down the walls, gates, etc., and it is impossible for them to give up their defenses on their own.

Because of this, the Magic Steam Train is unable to enter the city at night, and it is said that it runs last once a day, after which it can only temporarily stop at a temporary platform outside the city.

"Whew, the magic steam train is really rumored to be the same as recorded in the book, comfortable, fast, convenient, and indeed a very good alchemy item. Nasdel exhaled and watched as they formed a "white mist" in front of him.

He was dressed in typical Holm Kingdom clothing, a white shirt, a brown sweater, a black double-breasted gown, a topper of the same color, and a decorative cane in his hand. The burly figure holds the clothes tightly, and at first glance he looks like a man with a lot of strength.

Nasdell looked around at the platform and thought to himself, "It's a pity that the magic steam train can't travel in the Dark Mountains, so we can only consider the Silvermoon Wasteland." ”

The Dark Mountains are infested with dangerous spatial rifts and magical creatures, and there is a more than eighty percent chance that the steam train will leave the mountain and never come back.

And the "Silver Moon Wasteland" is a different dimension controlled by the werewolf clan, the name is not quite consistent with the reality, it is not a wasteland where the silver moon shines, but a rather rich and prosperous plain, but the werewolves insist on naming this alien space like this, so. With the passage of thousands of years. Its original name has been forgotten.

After surveying the platform and seeing that there was nothing worth noting, Nasdel tugged on his clothes and walked outside, a little uncomfortable.

"I am valued by Prince Dubernal in entrusting me with this task. He must have thought I was one of the few werewolves who was clear-headed, thoughtful and observant. I can't live up to his attention. Nasdell thought proudly and gratefully. The pace of the feet subconsciously accelerated.

Dubernal had always considered himself the most cunning and scheming werewolf, and was Nasdel's "idol", imitating his mannerisms and ways of doing things at every turn—though other princes and vampires ridiculed Dubernal as a true straight-thinking creature. Reckless and unplanned, but that doesn't change Nasdel's opinion, they must be slandering the wisdom of His Excellency!

As soon as he stepped out of the platform, Nasd's eyes suddenly lit up, and his eyes were full of brilliance, as if the stars in the sky were reflected in the city of Rentat.

A magic crystal lamp swayed its own light everywhere he could see, whether it was a street lamp, a family lamp in a house, or an alchemy car, or a horse-drawn carriage, all of them exuded a warm and peaceful feeling, the light was connected, dreamy and shocking, and seemed to cover the stars in the sky.

In one of the directions, two tall tower-like buildings overlook the entire city of Rentat, and their towers are inlaid with a clear crystal lamp, rendering themselves beautiful and noble, leaving a deep impression on Nasdl who has just arrived in Rentat City, which is the most intuitive beauty!

"It's ......" Nasdel stopped, and stood there in obsession, his mind briefly blank as if he couldn't restrain his inner agitation on a full moon night.

"The taller one is the Royal Magic Tower of Holm, and the slightly lower one is the Holm Radio Station and the National Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee......" A passer-by next to him gave Nasdell a funny look and answered his question casually.

The committee, isn't that an organizational structure that only exists for the Magical Council?Could it be that the Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee of the Kingdom of Holm is also the Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee of the Four Strait Countries and the Northland Coastal Corridor?Headquarters is in Alinge?A series of questions rose in Nasdel's mind, but he didn't ask again, because the traveler's funny eyes hurt his heart deeply.

"That must be the hillbilly's gaze!" Nasdel felt that he had guessed correctly, but in order to complete the task assigned by His Excellency the Prince, he could only forcibly control himself and not beat the traveler, "I must not reveal the identity of a werewolf! How can I pretend that I am not the first time to come to Rentat when I ask about other things?"

He has a strong sense of self-esteem that is rare among the werewolf clan.

Carrying his luggage, Nasdel hailed a carriage and headed down the bustling street.

"Why are there so many people? aren't they afraid of the cold?" As he passed by a square, Nasdel was surprised to see hundreds or thousands of citizens standing in the cold wind, they were not as hardy as werewolves......

After stopping the carriage, Nasdel stood at the edge of the square, saw the giant horn in the center, and heard a sweet and touching voice.

"The next episode is 'The Mystery of the Body', which everyone loves so much, and we have the pleasure of having Viscount John Wellesley, a great knight with a wealth of experience in tempering the body, who will tell us what incorrect ideas to avoid before the body is fully grown, and how to strengthen your body......"

Nasdel's eyes lit up, and he took a document out of his luggage and flipped through it quickly.

Soon, he turned to a specific page, and then kept listening attentively, and kept looking down at the information in his hand, and at the end, he laughed loudly, and said very complacently in his heart: "It turns out that this is the 'voice of mystery', and there is no mistake in the information." ”

Listen to the Viscount Wellesley talking. Nasdell's mouth opened wide: "Isn't this a formal way of knightly training?

This surprised him greatly, even the most open Aalto, this kind of thing did not happen, and he had to become a knight's squire to get a similar method.

"The nobles don't protest, or do they have something better?, and they announce it against the Church?" Nasdel thought of his own reason, but soon his attention was drawn to the brilliant program of "Voices of Mysteries", and he listened to it like a mesmerizing form of entertainment he had never experienced!

In the "Dark Mountains", due to the influence of harsh environments such as spatial gaps and fog, it is really difficult to receive the "Voice of Mystery".

"The 'Voice of Mysteries' is fantastic. A hundred times stronger than what intelligence describes. I'm glad I'm here in Rentat!" Nasdel thought excitedly, and before he knew it, the "Voice of Mysteries" had ended.

When the crowd in the square left, he sneaked behind the giant horn with curiosity. In addition to wires and some simple devices. There is nothing of value.

"Huh. What is this?" Nasdel followed the wires to the other wall of the plaza, and found a dozen strange holes in the wall, in groups of three. One on the ground and two on the ground side by side on the wall.

Nasdel looked closely for a while, but couldn't see what the holes were for, and wanted to ask passers-by, but he was worried about being mistaken for a hillbilly, so he decided to "research" it himself.

As a werewolf who grew up in the Dark Mountains, Nasdell knew that even if something didn't seem dangerous, he couldn't just touch it, so he carefully took out a steel needle from his luggage, intending to use it instead of his fingers to avoid any danger in time.

"These holes are placed in the vicinity of the square in the open and without fear of being touched by the citizens, and there is obviously not much danger......" Nasdel, who thought he was clever, made a very reasonable assumption.

After looking around to make sure it was the dead of night, Nasdell inserted the steel needle into the hole.

Now, a silver-white electric current rushed out of the hole and struck Nasdell with a steel needle, so fast that he couldn't avoid it.

Ziziz, Nasdel's body was swaying with countless currents, and he couldn't control himself and trembled violently, and there was a faint smell of burning coming out of his body, and his right hand wanted to leave the steel needle but it seemed to be sucked on it, and he couldn't take it away.

After a long while, Nasdel's fur appeared, his muscles bulging, black air, and he suddenly exerted force, finally getting rid of the steel needle.

"Flash, lightning, magic array, Lentat's demons, magicians and nobles, how do nobles think, so, such a dangerous thing, things casually, casually placed on the wall, on the wall. Nasdel was so numb from being electrified, he stammered, and his heart was extremely angry and aggrieved, how could such a dangerous magic array be carved in such a place without protection? Aren't you afraid that the citizens and ordinary nobles will accidentally touch it? If you weren't an adult werewolf, you would have been electrocuted just now!

Just as he had regained his form, a richly dressed young man walked up to the wall, took out a metal plug from his storage bag, inserted it into the hole, and inserted the other end into another beautiful-looking rectangular alchemy object he was holding.

"This is the latest mobile communication item, and it is no longer a magic array that constantly restores energy, but is activated by storing electrical energy, so the cost is greatly reduced, and a nobleman like me who is not too rich can use it. The young man saw Nasdel looking at him with "dull eyes", so he proudly introduced his beloved "baby", and then he stared at him, and said with a smile, "This friend, your face seems to be a little burnt, and there is a smell of burnt, you won't touch these electric magic arrays directly with your hands, right?"

"No, no. Nasder instinctively denied it.

The young man joked, "Isn't it, the 'Voice of Mysteries' has been advertised by the municipal department for so long, and even children of a few years old know how to use electricity safely, unless someone who has never experienced this kind of life would make such a childish mistake." ”

Ann, safe electricity, how old is it, what age child? Nasdell is glad that he just denied it, otherwise he would have been shameless!

Fearing that the young nobleman would see through him, Nasdel decided to get out of here, so he dragged his paralyzed body out of the square with great difficulty, and walked towards the secluded street.

As he walked, his head, which had been a little dull from being electrified, suddenly found itself in the air.

Boom!

In the square, the young man seemed to hear something, but when he looked back, he found nothing, so he laughed at himself: "What sound can there be in the middle of the night? Do you want to meet a ghost?"

When he left the square after "charging", he suddenly remembered something and reminded himself: "You can't walk on remote and dark streets, and recently I have helped outsiders steal manhole covers for sewers......" (To be continued......

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