The steam train, which was supposed to arrive at the station at two o'clock in the afternoon and restarted at half past two, showed no sign of arriving until nightfall, when the mechanical clock in the waiting room of the station had struck twenty times, that is, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Just now, the waiter in the waiting room of the station came to inform the stationmaster that the train should arrive in half an hour, and informed the train for the third time of the reason for such a serious delay.

It turned out that in the small hilly area of Gueret in the south, a sudden rainstorm caused a mudslide, and many sections of the track were covered by mudslides, which required a large number of people to clean up, so there was such a serious delay.

Luckily, all the blockades have passed, and it won't be long before the train arrives.

In purchasing the tickets, Nelson took advantage of his newfound knight privileges and purchased tickets for four VIP cars.

According to the investiture ceremony, Nelson must take the knighthood book, register with the House of Lords in Port Set, and go through some cumbersome knighthood ceremonies before it can be considered an official knighthood, but the knighthood is also a knight's ID card to some extent, and some of the knight's noble privileges can be obtained in advance.

With a ticket in the VIP car, the group of four naturally waited in the comfortable VIP waiting room, and although the late train was still annoying, it was a paradise compared to the people waiting in the ordinary waiting room and waiting hall.

Not only are there drinks, melons and fruits, but also a band playing some soothing music, and in the evening, a bathroom is arranged so that people in the VIP waiting room can freshen up and use hot water to relieve some anxious emotions.

Leo also freshened up a little, cleaned up the industrial dust that had stuck to his body during the day, and when he returned to the VIP waiting room, he asked the waiter for a few copies of today's newspaper and flipped through them.

Leo soon saw two things of interest, the first was that the war between the Kingdom of England and the French Empire had intensified, and a state of anxiety had formed in the area of Breteuil, and there were signs that the direct forces of the Duke of Devon had taken control of the front line of the French Empire, and the reason was to jointly resist the invasion of the enemy country.

Seeing this news, Leo couldn't help but be glad that he didn't stupidly retreat to the occupied territory of the Kingdom of England in the south, otherwise, he would definitely be sent to the battlefield again now, and it would not be possible to have so much gain now.

Another piece of news, a local newspaper in Lanxi, said that the local business federation had reached a series of agreements with the workers' mutual aid associations, including a reduction in the daily working hours from 15 hours to 10 hours in Eastern Europe, four days off per month, a 10 percent increase in wages, and the inclusion of workers' compensation in labor contracts.

Martin Luther, the president of the Workers' Mutual Association, gained great prestige as a result of these important agreements, and was elected to the board of directors of the Chamber of Commerce and more than half of the members of the Municipal Council of Lancy.

"What is this? Did the shark run to the fish pond?" said Leo as he read the news carefully.

Although Leo didn't know how much power these board members and councillors had, he was well aware of Martin's abilities, so it was not difficult to deduce what Martin Luther would do when he entered these places. Martin Luther will definitely not be a rising star as the newspapers say, it is likely that a man-eating shark is swimming and devouring it, and it is conceivable that the future of Lancy, or the cities of the western continent of France may be lively.

"Woo~!" With a whistle sounded, a knife-shaped locomotive slowly drove into the station, the air vent next to the car discharged a large amount of steam, shrouded the entire station, the special boarding guide of the VIP room came to the door, led the VIP waiting room people from the special passage into the VIP car boarding area, and after checking the tickets one by one, the attendant on the car helped the guests to salute and guide them to the corresponding carriage.

The rest of the people's luggage wasn't heavy, and there weren't a lot of people like Leo who didn't need to be carried, except for Jason's salute, which was all heavy flintlock cannons, and it took three flight attendants to carry them into the car, which naturally cost Jason a lot of tips.

Although the tickets bought by the four of them were consecutive, they were not arranged in the same car, for example, Leo was placed in room 5 of car 37, while Jason, Nelson and Catherine were arranged in car 38. However, they are okay, because the station sells more tickets, and the passengers with the back number can only be arranged in the conductor's room, and then arrange for them to stay after the carriage room is vacated.

After arriving at the room, there was no one in the other bunk in the room, but the luggage was already on the luggage rack, and the coffee in the cup on the table was still warm.

Leo just instinctively observed, analyzed, and ignored these things. He put his luggage on the luggage rack, then took out the bilingual dictionary of Old French and English that Catherine had bought for him at the station bookstore, as well as a collection of folk novels written in Old French by Francois children's authors, and lay down on the bunk, quietly reading the book, quickly recording and learning the pronunciation, vocabulary and grammar of Old Francism.

Although both Modern and Old French were the official languages of the Frankish Empire, they did not have much to do with each other.

Modern French is based on Beirut, phonetically adding some pronunciations of Old Franic, and later mixing a little English to form the current Franic.

But Old Farrance, which is derived from the Skar language of the Old Veron language family, is one of the oldest languages, with a soft, varied pronunciation that sounds like reading poetry, so some people think that Old Farland is an aristocratic language, while Modern France is a slang for inferior people.

This theory of noble and lowly language has spread widely, and many people have been influenced, so that most of the nobles, scholars, and other people of the French Empire, whether it is letters or books, like to write in ancient French, while modern French is more used for ordinary people's conversations and government documents.

Just as the steam train sounded its first whistle to warn the driver, the door to the room was opened, and a handsome young man with a mustache and one-framed eyes entered.

I saw that this person was wearing a lace-trimmed costume and long sleeve boots, which were very popular among the Frans, and his behavior such as walking and sitting down seemed very girly to Leo, but to others he was aristocratic to Franco.

"Leo Dodd, these two days should be your roommate. Leo took the initiative to say hello, in Old Franic, which he had just learned.

Hearing Leo's very blunt and weird-sounding Old Franic, the mustache smiled, and then seemed to remember something and was stunned for a moment, his eyes swept over Leo, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the Panier battle axes that Leo hung on the bedside hook and could pick up at hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then looked at Leo with a scrutinizing gaze.

"We know each other?" Leo easily sensed the abnormality of the other party's gaze, so he closed the dictionary in his hand, looked at the Panir battle axe that had caught the attention of the mustache earlier, and asked the mustache.

"I don't know. The mustache said in a nice voice, except that he spoke not in French, nor in Old French, but in English.

Hearing the other party's words, Leo sat up from the bunk, clasped his hands on his chest, tilted his head slightly, looked at the other party, and said, "It seems that we should know, but I can be sure that I don't know you, I haven't even seen you, but you know me." Let me guess how you met me. As he spoke, he pondered for a moment and said, "There's nothing to say about my experiences elsewhere, and it's impossible for anyone to know about them, so you can only know about me in one place, Rabbitskin, right?"

Hearing this, the mustache had a surprised expression on his face, and it was clear that Leo's words had calmed him down.

Leo looked at the mustache and continued, "Let me guess who you are again, shall you?"

As he spoke, he was silent for a moment and said, "I went directly through the Black Forest to Lanxi, so it took a short time, and since you know what happened in Rabbitskin Town, then the time you left should be about the same as mine according to the latest." If you were able to catch us across the Black Forest in such a short time, you would have taken the continental train and detoured from the south. The person who can ride the mainland train is either rich or expensive, and you are forced to get on the train halfway, your identity is certainly not ordinary, and you appeared in Rabbitskin Town at such a specific time, so I guess you must be Baron Maupassant, right?"

Although Leo's reasoning ability seems to be bluffing, it is actually the result of the analysis of data collected by the parabrain system, and the real crucial clue is that the cuff of the mustache reveals a noble coat of arms when he enters the door. This two-headed finch coat of arms was not only famous in the French Empire, but also in other empires, because the vast majority of people who possessed this coat of arms were world-famous artists, and this coat of arms represented Baron Maupassant.

"I should really send those who gather information to the mines of Katya so that they can reflect on themselves. Obviously, the Baron Maupassant in front of him was completely frightened by Leo, his face was full of surprise, he habitually rubbed the mustache at the corner of his mouth, sat on the bunk opposite, looked at Leo with a smile, and said: "Leo Dodd, twenty-five years old, the owner of the Dodd blacksmith shop in Yorkshire, England Kingdom, unfortunately did not run well, signed a lot of debts, and had to join the army to pay off the debts. I have to say, Mr. Dodd, you are really good at disguise, and judging by your profile, you can't tell that you are such a wonderful person. ”

"How can you find out so clearly?" said Leo, slightly surprised.

"If you want to check, there is a way to find out. Baron Maupassant smiled slightly: "And after you fled the battlefield, there are too many clues left, and the military uniforms by the river are based on your names and the troops to which you belong, and the owner of the herb shop in Rabbit Skin Town has never been a hard-mouthed person." ”

Leo didn't show any unusual expression, just chuckled and said, "Your Excellency, a big man like you is also interested in a small person like me?"

"You're not a small person. Baron Maupassant raised an eyebrow and said, "If you can suppress the old hunter of Rabbitskin Town, Boer, you will not even dare to take revenge, and it will not be long before your reputation spreads throughout the surrounding area of the Black Forest." As he spoke, he looked at the Panir tomahawk hanging from the bedside and said, "It looks like the guys who chased after him have been dealt with by you." ”

"Your weapon is very useful, but there are fewer bullets. Leo pulled off his trench coat from his waist, patted the bullet bag hanging from his belt, and said.

Leo's slightly provocative behavior made Baron Maupassant's breathing a little heavier, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face, but while he cursed Leo for being rude, he was probably complaining more about the incompetence of the old hunter Boer.

The atmosphere in the room also became a little dull at this time.

At this time, a whistle sounded, and a large amount of steam drifted by the window, so that the people inside could not see the situation outside, and also let the people outside not see the things inside.

At this moment, Leo suddenly jumped up from his bunk and rushed to Baron Maupassant, who was not slow to move, and drew the pistol from his waist with a very fast drawing technique and pointed it at Leo's head.

However, Baron Maupassant did not shoot, because he saw that Leo's sight was not on him at all, and he reached out and grabbed Baron Maupassant's side with great speed, and then saw him casually drop a bullet on Baron Maupassant's bed and sit back on his bunk.

It was only at this moment that Baron Maupassant saw that there was an extra bullet hole on the window at this time, and although the glass around the bullet hole was full of cracks, it was not completely shattered, and it seemed that the speed of the bullet should be extremely fast, fast enough to penetrate the glass without destroying the glass.

Baron Maupassant felt a little nervous at the long, thin bullet that had been thrown on the bed, and although it wasn't necessarily fatal, it was enough to seriously injure him, making it impossible for him to get to the city of Miria.

"Thank you. "It is very rare for Baron Maupassant to say thank you from his mouth, and it would be extremely surprising to have someone who knew him around.

Leo lay down on the bunk again, picked up the book, and while flipping through it, he said in a flat tone, "No thanks, I'm just saving myself! After all, you died here, and I'm the only one here, it's hard for me to explain." ”

Hearing Leo's words, Baron Maupassant habitually raised his eyebrows again, if someone who knew him saw him like this, they would definitely know that he was in a bad mood at the moment.

After a while, when the speed of the steam train began to stabilize, Baron Maupassant stood up, opened the door, and walked out of the room.

"Damn, why are you so unlucky? Looks like there's trouble. Leo put down the book in his hand, looked at the door, frowned, and muttered to himself.