"We are the Bicycle Knights, also known as the "Bicycle Motorized Team", our excellent members, the porters of their town, are the transporters of important documents! Their figures shuttle through the major construction sites of the town, brave the severe cold, race against time, and pay their own strength for the work of the town! They are great knights!"

In an open field, a young man with a solemn face, dressed in a uniform issued by the town to the junior bicycle team, which is a more popular style on the earth, green and decent shape, solemn and friendly style, yes, this is the "military coat". Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was given out in case these underage lads couldn't bear the cold.

"Look, what is this? It's our knight's uniform! It's our knight's uniform! It's our battle robe for the town! Knights! You've officially become a glorious "bicycle rider" from now on, and the first thing you do is to give, sell!"

The young man with a serious face looked at the newly joined group of "rookies" in front of him, pointed to his "military coat" and said in an impassioned tone.

"Don't underestimate food delivery, it's a way to train your ability to move around the streets, to test your use of the bike and speed control. You'll need to know your target location, and then analyze the roads in various towns, where they save time, and where there are many carts that transport beasts and are blocked...... It's an extremely complex job!"

The young man said to the "rookies" in front of him with a holy and fanatical face.

"Finally, I would like to send you a word: a delivery man who doesn't want to be a document transporter is not a good bicycle rider! Come on! Rookies! You still have a long way to go, and next, the next instructor will guide you in the use of equipment such as "bicycle helmets" and "bicycle leg guards". ”

After saying that, the young man didn't look back, and left with his head held high, leaving only a group of envious and yearning teenagers.

......

After finishing the newcomers' lectures, Jack went to the place where his "mount" was parked.

It was a blue-and-white road bike, with slightly narrower tires that reduced ground resistance, a quirky construction of the flywheel and crankset that allowed the rider to adjust the number of rides to different terrains, and a stiff material that allowed him to withstand rough roads and bumps.

It's a road bike from Greystone.

As one of the first Northland refugees to integrate into Blackstone, Jack was lucky enough to join the "Bicycle Team" and had his first "safety plate" bicycle, which was the kind of diamond-shaped bike that he had to flip on.

Later, Jack, who had mastered the art of cycling, gradually became a document transporter, and his old buddy was replaced by a new road bike.

"Deep Blue Wind" is the name Jack gave his new mount.

"Finished training?"

At this time, a thin teenager pushed his bicycle and asked in a very calm voice, short and not muddy.

"Well, for this group of rookies, we seniors always have to teach it!"

Jack grinned, and the teenager, who was a bit of a secondary two, smiled slightly proudly at the thin boy.

"Oh, here's the West Side's paperwork, you can send it over!"

The emaciated boy ignored Jack's little pride, he took a document bag from his car, handed it to Jack, and then got on his bike and left.

Looking at the thin boy's cold appearance, Jack touched his nose and didn't care, obviously knowing the thin boy's character.

"Whew!" Taking a deep breath, Jack put away his papers, looked serious, patted the "Deep Blue Wind", he muttered, "Deep Blue, it's time to work!

Smack!

Lace up your wrist and leg guards!

Climb the legs, get on the car, and a set of actions will flow smoothly.

Jack galloped quickly on the bluestone road of the town with his feet on the "deep blue wind", and the young man's flamboyant and holy appearance was quite a bit of a knight.

......

After delivering Jack's bag, Meen left the documents and tools on his bicycle at the office of the "mobile team" and rode straight back to "home".

That's right, that skinny and silent bicycle teenager is Mien.

Due to the problem of age, this teenager who dared to fight the monsters raised by ogres alone was also arranged to the "bicycle mobile team".

Although the skinny Minn looks like he is still an adult, his courage and strength are believed to be enough to beat most ordinary adults, and as a result, he has been outstanding since he was assigned to the cycling team.

In fact, there is nothing dissatisfying about Meen, who has experienced so much, and thinks that it is good to be like this.

Although he can do those high-paying manual jobs, he has a younger sister at home, and he doesn't want his sister to be bold, so Mien still stays in this "bicycle team" with better benefits.

Riding the cold winter winds, Mien rode quickly through the intersection of the town's planned commercial and residential areas.

Steady and speedy, Mien crossed several smooth bluestone paths and returned to his home in the newly built residential area.

Mien's "home" is distributed in rows of apartment building areas.

The six-storey apartment-style residences are neatly arranged in rows, with slightly reddish side walls that are pleasant, and each apartment has a balcony that looks like a lot of room to move around.

Buz didn't lower his housing requirements because he was in a hurry, and these apartments were no less than those on the planet.

Mean's allotted "home" is on the fifth floor.

It was a three-bedroom apartment, and given that Minn still had a sister and was still underage, Blackstone Town also gave them a slightly better apartment building.

It is important to know that this building is inhabited by craftsmen with certain skills among the refugees, or people with special skills.

The living room of the house is elegantly furnished, some small handicrafts reveal a girl's delicate and cute, push the door into the house, Mien looked at the neat and clean living room, the quiet winter sun shines through the balcony, everything seems so peaceful.

"Huh?" Mien frowned, he felt that something was wrong.

It's too quiet, usually his sister is in the kitchen at this time humming a simple melody and sitting on a side dish waiting for him to come back, and the most important thing is that he pushed the door in, and his sister didn't greet him for the first time.

Thinking about the seriousness of the problem, Meen quickly and deftly touched the side of a cabinet in the living room, and skillfully felt a dagger under the cabinet.

With a cold dagger in his hand, Meen calmed down a little, lowered his breathing rate, and slowly approached the room at home, his sophisticated movements and calm expression were in no way inferior to those of a trained warrior.