On March 1, 1894, the day of the opening of the colleges in Middle-earth, I rubbed my eyes and ushered in the beginning of a new life in the world of the fragrance of Jilin flowers. There should be no difference between the turning point of life and the arrival of a new life, but people's words and feelings have changed their perception of them, the differences have widened, and the common ground has been blurred. So I think it's time to celebrate doublely. Celebrate that I'm finally starting to integrate into society, and celebrate that I'm finally able to escape the butler's domain. Then she put on makeup, carried her usual brown suitcase, put on a black trench coat, and wore a dark blue top hat and stood in the doorway. The butler spoke suddenly.

"You haven't put on your makeup yet, give you a minute."

I finally realized that people often say that it is like a steam engine plugged in, and there is no air outlet.

The Duke of It's College was located in the middle of the city outside the city of It, so the butler got into a carriage and let me go for a morning run, so I ran out of the winding alleys of the city into the woods, and finally it took half an hour to get to the college. I would love to save some time, but the housekeeper obviously didn't have that in mind. In protest, I put on my college uniform "elegantly". Then there was twice as much homework in the evening. I was dragged into a carriage and touched up my makeup.

The college covers an area almost the size of a small city, due to the fact that it is the only college where a junior college and a university run together. Therefore, its junior college ranked first in Middle-earth, but because many of the sons and daughters of the powerful received private teacher education at home or entered the higher public colleges until the age of fifteen, the junior college became the illegitimate son of the declining aristocracy, the powerful and the nouveau riche and the commoners. However, the high tuition fees also make it full of people with money and no high status, and people who have no money but are related to the powerful. And I belong to the former. As for the butler who went to school with me, I thought she was going to college, but out of the carriage was a young girl of my age, who handed me the black suitcase and whispered something that made people believe in demons:

"Dear brother, Viroya. Greetings to Fumodo. ”

She also bent her knee slightly, took a step back with her right foot and saluted me. In her cold eyes, I could only return the salute mechanically and walk side by side with her into the academy.

The housekeeper kept warning me to keep a low profile and be careful, and every time I went out, I had to put on makeup and walk the alleys. Then take a horse-drawn carriage in this place where steam locomotives are popular. She still has a lot of contradictions, which are unpredictable.

Thank you to the Holy Spirit Lord. Boys and girls attend separate schools here. Of course, this is also necessary, almost everyone here has a marriage contract or will have a marriage contract in the future. In order to avoid such a complicated thing as the so-called campus romance. But historically, it seems to have been just wishful thinking on the part of the Duke of It, who made this rule in the first place.

The junior college is divided into five grades, each occupying five mansion-like buildings. I handed a roll of parchment to the faculty and staff of the first mansion. Although paper is already cheaper than parchment, some established colleges still use parchment.

The first floor is a hall, which is supposed to be used for gatherings or something; The second floor is the chapel; The third and fourth floors are classrooms, and it is not yet known when the detailed introduction will start. The dormitory is behind the mansion. A dormitory that looks comfortable is bound to be more comfortable than an apartment, but the housekeeper certainly disagrees.

The Dean of Studies was hired from the Duchy of Grimm on the continent of Terra and was a typical Grimm with black hair and blue eyes. He lectures on mechanical engineering, which is a popular subject. He is very young and is said to have only arrived two years ago. I can't help but think a little about the couplet, it turned out to be two years ago, and I couldn't help but move my body slightly.

Next up is a test. I wrote Checille. The name of Fumodo. The housekeeper has an amazing skill in forging ID cards.

The major subjects examined are Mechanical Engineering and Theology. I'm naturally confident in the former, but I'm afraid I'm also a farmer in the latter. After the exam, it was a detailed introduction to the school and a speech by the headmaster, Duke Iter. There is lunch and afternoon tea at noon and in the evening, and the names of the ingredients in the dishes look extravagant. Junior college and university both end at 6 p.m. With the spread of lighting and steam generators, the night is being conquered. I think that coming to the college should be the world of resident students.

I went back to the city with the butler in the carriage we had come. As soon as you get on the bus, close your eyes and recuperate, and it will take you twenty minutes to return to the city, so take a break.

"What, are you tired from a day of school?" She looked at me puzzled and asked, "Brother?" ”

The corners of my mouth twitched uncontrollably, "I still have to double my homework at night... ”

"Huh? Is there such a thing? She was even more puzzled and asked, "Could it be that your teacher has given you double the amount of homework?" ”

I scrutinized the butler with wide eyes, exactly the same as in the morning, except that his eyes no longer looked like cold machinery, but a real, ten-year-old girl.

"Aishuur?"

"Who's that?" She frowned and asked with some uneasiness, "Brother, are you okay?" ”

"It's fine," I said, slowly holding out a somewhat trembling hand. I don't know how long it took, but I gently placed it on her head.

"Huh?" She looked at me with some confusion. Look at her eyes as understanding as a ten-year-old girl and the hand I put on her head for half a minute without moving. I understood something, put down my hand, and said to him gently, "Good, what do you want to eat tonight?" ”

"Grilled It's fish!"

That's right, the housekeeper managed to turn himself into a ten-year-old girl. This is a serious upend to my perception of the world. I had to wonder if I was going to try to study theology.

For the next two months, the housekeeper still did not recover, but fortunately some of her basic things did not become like that of a twelve-year-old girl. For me, life has become easier and I have been given time to delve into what my father has left behind. One of the thick notes is creepy, the paper is very new, and the ink used is the same Rhine ink, which was popular a few years ago. I don't know how I could see it at a glance. The contents of it are nothing short of a fantasy diary. I can't read it, but I can guess from the picture above that even a weakened spirit cult will go all out to defeat it. From this, I got a general idea of what constitutes a housekeeper. It is believed, however, that Aishuur was found in an abandoned church in Gaul by the Candle Cult of Southern Loya, and that my father turned out to be an Oriental, specifically a member of the Daohuang Celestial Empire. But the diary doesn't say anything about my background or my mother. For those who have been chasing us, he has only one sentence left - trust your steward!

I subconsciously looked at the housekeeper who was trying to do his homework, and I couldn't help but sigh, it was really unreliable at all. I had no choice but to open the thick emergency response. Nothing. I looked at the table full of weapons and equipment with some chagrin. How do I know how to use it!?

The next day at school, I cautiously asked the coachman about something, but to my surprise, the coachman didn't say a word, dropped us off at the entrance of the academy and left. I could only persuade myself to forget the vague uneasiness in my heart and concentrate on going to class.

Today's mechanical engineering is still about the combined application of the steam engine and electricity, but it was a professor from the Teutonic kingdom named Hans. Feng. Alexandra. It is said to be a star of the new generation of mechanical engineering in the Teutonic Kingdom. It's rare that he'll cross half the continent to this tiny island of It.

After quickly finishing today's course, he began to share the cutting-edge technology in today's world - the internal combustion engine. The high calorific value raw material produced by the use of high-purity refined coal and water vapor is almost comparable to that of red mercury and alchemical power oil. This has led to a high-tech - the internal combustion engine. It is said that the Holy Kingdom and the Rhine Kingdom already have their first products.

The rest of the class was still the same as usual, just with a feeling of unease. On the way home, the dark clouds seemed to cover the heavens and the earth with a gray veil, and they looked lifeless along the way. I looked at the butler, still looking overwhelmed by theology, and kept flipping through the holy book in my hand. Looking at the tenth article of Salvation: John says, "The enemy of the spirit is already there, and you don't want to believe it and ignore it." ”

I suddenly became suspicious, can't it be as straightforward and coincidental as in the novel? I looked out the window, and there was nothing unusual except for some gloom. Well, it's just going to rain, don't scare yourself to death.

Quietly looking at the gray-green woods, a short arrow came with a faint steam wake. Well, it's a typical Holy Cathar military steam bow and crossbow, which can fire arrows at a burst speed of up to six hoggs, but this carriage is equipped with 80 saint-millimeter-thick manganese steel alloy plates on all sides, and the arrows are impossible to penetrate. Well, it's very safe, and with the sound of "dang", the part that was hit was slightly concave inward. Look, it's so safe, it's not even penetrable! The carriage came to a halt, and was ready to laugh at the people in the woods, and ask them why they didn't shoot their horses. A cold metal streaked across my face, and with a dull thud, a metal bullet flew out, and I couldn't help but shake my head, and before I could come to my senses, the coachman and the butler didn't know how many shots had been fired, and how many arrows had struck the walls of the carriage. I was thrown out of the carriage like a package by the butler, and then she and the coachman rushed to the back of the carriage, followed by a line of gunshots, the neighing of horses and the flying metal shavings that struck my nerves.

The Chaser is coming! This time it's a ruthless move! Before I could speak, the coachman dragged me and the fainted butler into the woods on the other side, a loud explosion behind him, and the shock wave pushed us, and the coachman struggled to maintain his balance. Finally rushed to a steam locomotive hidden in the leaves. The coachman turned into a driver, and with great skill he drove the steel beast out of the woods, the steam engine roared and running, and there were several roars on the road behind him, and it was obvious that the enemy was also coming with the tail of the locomotive. I looked at the butler who was lying aside, his silver hair was scattered all around, his long eyelashes trembled with the ups and downs of the car, and his white porcelain-like cheeks looked very cute. Damn it! Why are you still thinking about this kind of thing? There was a roar behind him, and the locomotive began to swing violently. Damn it! These people are actually equipped with military cannons!

"Mr. Driver, do you have a gun or a large-caliber musket?"

"Yes, two, behind the seats." A deep voice came from the driver's seat. God, he actually spoke! But now is not the time to think about this, so I opened the window next to the sound and shot the loaded car at the window of the locomotive behind me as I usually trained. With a "dang" sound, the window cracked, but it couldn't penetrate it! It turned out to be the latest military alchemy glass! The barrels of the guns sticking out of the car behind me were also sticking out, and the bullets fired hit the body, so I had to retract my head and go to the front to see the city of It, and I should be able to escape if I continued like this. The pursuers also seemed to be aware of this fact and kept attacking our locomotives with various weapons, and I had to pull on the armor guards, losing the opportunity to fight back while being protected. The butler woke up and looked at me a little blankly, his eyes full of unease. It seems that Shen Yong has just been replaced by a ten-year-old girl. I bite the bullet and pretend it's just a small thing that can be easily solved

"It's okay Veroya, my brother will protect you." God, why would I say such a thing?

I don't know how long later, a gray-black figure appeared in front of me, and I was relieved that it must have been an armored combat vehicle sent by the defense forces of Iter City to detect the abnormality.

Soon, however, the Wehrmacht's chariot declared its position with action, and the barrage of firebolts quickly covered us. Thanks to the driver's skill, I was only scratched by a few shards of glass. I raised my breech gun and opened fire on the window of the vehicle, which was hidden under the armor. Oh, I don't know where I got the courage and accuracy, the driver of the defense forces was killed. Looking at the murderous butler beside her and the breech gun with white smoke in her hand, it's good to have a butler!

The driver drove the broken locomotive into the city, stepped on the brakes, turned the steering wheel full, turned the still intact side out of the city, and without saying a word, rushed down the car door, and the butler did the same, and carried me into a deserted alley. After a while, there was a loud explosion behind him, presumably due to an overload of the steam engine. Heaven, Holy Spirit Lord, bless these people, and let them serve you. Jumping into the sewer, I immediately covered my nose, and even though I had been here countless times, I still couldn't stand the smell. The driver took out three breech guns, daggers and several armor-piercing grenades from the wooden box that was placed aside. There was a faint sound of footsteps behind us, and we set off immediately. When I lost track of time, the driver stopped in front of an iron gate, quickly opened the three locks on it, threw me in, fired at the white light of the vapor lamp behind me, and then lit the fuse that came out of nowhere with the hot barrel. The devil knows when this was arranged. There was a continuous slight explosion behind him, and the passage was blown away, but it did not have much effect on the entire underground structure. The pursuers behind had to hold on to the debris that had been splashed by the explosion if they wanted to catch us. So we should be safe, I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately changed my clothes. Sure enough, it's always right to take precautions, otherwise you'll have to go home in dirty clothes today.

"Reinhardt, how long have I been lost?" The housekeeper's eyes narrowed slightly, a little uncomfortable with the light of the gas lamp.

"Four hours and thirty-seven minutes. It's 10:46 p.m. The driver had taken off his mask, revealing the face of a typical Teutonic Junker aristocrat.

"The link is getting more and more unstable, and there have been so many things recently." The butler rubbed his face worriedly

"If you hadn't disguised the reflex, the energy wouldn't have been depleted so quickly," Reinhardt said as he tended to the barrel, "and we're running out of weapons." ”

"Nasty! How did they find out about us! The butler hammered up the quilt in frustration, "Not even an observer of the Holy Council will find out about my arrangement. ”

Reinhardt was visibly stunned for a moment, not knowing whether it was because of the butler's words or her movements, or both, before taking a deep breath and calming down.

"You don't use a carriage, they won't find out."

"No, the carriages are all ordinary goods, they can't find out."

"But it's the age of electricity."

"Isn't there a down-and-out aristocrat who can't afford to buy a steam locomotive and use the horse-drawn carriage that his family once used?"

Reinhardt was completely speechless, and had to look at the butler helplessly. The butler frowned in thought, and suddenly her eyes widened.

"Damn! The information hasn't been updated in more than 20 years! I haven't found a chance for so many years. The butler's face began to turn red in frustration, and the black lines were intricate and cumbersome, and they kept flashing.

"Can't the candlestick executive be reliable!"

As the butler spoke, his eyes darkened, and he went down, and Reinhardt quickly helped her, took a syringe from his bag, and struck it on the candle pattern on the back of her neck, and poured the black liquid into it. It didn't take long for the butler to recover, but he could only lie on the bed with a pillow.

"Aishuur Shengtai, please pay attention to your health."

"Hmm." The butler said weakly.

"Holy Terrace, we must evacuate here tomorrow, it seems that the city of Iter has been infiltrated by them, and the port of Ishor is no better. I planned it, and my destination was in the East, which could be regarded as a pure land without the influence of the Holy Kingdom of Middle-earth. ”

"No, we can't go to the East yet." Aishuur touched the candle-shaped pattern on the back of his neck as he spoke, "I have to sleep, you go and collect the supplies, and by the way, gather the weapons, and we will pick a random place to escape early tomorrow morning, and live here for the time being." With that, she closed her eyes. Reinhardt turned off the lights, locked the door, put on his usual black trench coat and face-obscuring hat, and walked briskly into the night fog rendered pale yellow by the streetlights, where the occasional sound of bells and steam obscured his tracks.

I was picked up by the butler, took some necessities and hurried out of the house, looking at the familiar night view of the harbor of Ishir, I realized something, and followed the butler silently. After running for nearly half an hour in front of a small hotel, I inhaled the air, but the fog was too heavy to slow down for a while. The butler stopped at the side of the street, and after a while, a dark red figure rushed out.

Reinhardt took off his blood-stained trench coat, revealing a damaging steam light armor that could only be used to increase mobility and carrying, and by the way to increase defense, but only to protect against ordinary muskets. At this time, he was holding two combined shotguns, and the two somewhat broken shields were in front of me and the butler. It didn't take long for the roar of the steam engine to be heard from all directions.

I looked at the butler blankly, and I really wanted to ask her what kind of identity I was worthy of so many men. Could it be that my mother is the only daughter of the Pope? As for this? The butler didn't respond to me, just frowned and whispered to himself, "Damn, I should have realized that Ishuer's safety point was clear... No, no, damn it, I forgot that the safe spot here was marked as invalid..."

Well, in fact, I've always felt that the housekeeper was just as unreliable as my father after a short circuit. But I didn't expect it to be so serious. I rubbed my hands uneasily, I don't know if it was mist or sweat, and my palms were not only cold but also getting wetter. A blinding white light shone on Reinhardt's armor and spread out in all directions. The butler silently pulled out a military musket from the holster on Reinhardt's right. Unlike modern firearms, they can be loaded with armor-piercing bullets, and at least until modern firearms develop armor-piercing shells, they can fire armor-piercing bullets, and they are still the main weapon against steam armor.

After a while, several people wearing the armor of the Augustus Imperial Army Smasher III appeared in view, and Reinhardt and the butler did not hesitate to bombard the vulnerable parts of these four-meter-tall mechanical creations. The butler stuffed me with an armor-piercing mine, and I subconsciously threw it out, and with a bang, the enemy fell to the ground. Well, it's definitely a power-enhanced version that has been privately processed. … Damn it! How to always think about irrelevant things in this situation.

Unlike the last time we fled, this time we only had Mr. Reinhardt's armor, which was still light.

The butler fired two white phosphorus bombs, and through the collapsed steam armor, a large amount of smoke was released, and Reinhardt directly dragged the two of us into a shop on the side of the street. As soon as I stepped in, the place where I was standing exploded, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. The sound of the explosion instantly woke up the nearby residents, and maybe tomorrow there will be an official notice that there has been an explosion in a gas pipeline.

The shop was only camouflaged on the outside, with a few shelves of books, and in the back was a safe room, with steel plates as a mezzanine wall that could easily block Crusher III's primary weapon. There was also a corner of the wall stacked inside. I guess it's safe now. Unexpectedly, the butler suddenly had black lines all over his body.

"Damn! How did you forget that this is just a reserve point, and there is no escape route at all! "Anyway, I don't know if she was subconscious or so angry that she had short-circuited, she turned on the light, and I didn't have time to stop her, so I had to close the armored door immediately. Then, there was a dull sound of gunfire and the sound of wooden planks and glass shattering outside. Reinhardt quickly refilled his six guns, and when the gunfire began to thin out outside, he opened the firing window and counterattacked. At this moment, the butler suddenly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, falling on top of me. I tried my best to stabilize myself and the butler, and I kept moving backwards, eventually hitting the wall, and before I passed out, I could only put the butler aside and pray that Mr. Reinhardt would kill him.

"How's it going?" Awakened, Eschuur asked Reinhardt.

"Safe for the time being, but I don't know if there are any enemies." Reinhardt, who was wounded, reported while watching the situation outside through the observation window.

“。。。” Eschuur suddenly clenched the weapon in his hand and silently told Reinhardt to retreat.

A metal arm pierced through the steel door, exactly where Reinhardt had just stood. It is surrounded by melted steel.

Eschuur emptied the magazine without hesitation, but apparently failed to stop the monsters outside.

Wrapped in handicraft-like armor, his scarlet eyes stared at Eshur. The latter drew a bayonet sword.

Reinhardt was shocked by the metal monster in front of him as he held his gun. That's the Candle Knight of the Southern Loya Empire! How did it end up here!

"Sinner, I will cast you into the eternal night." The monster said.

Ashur rushed forward, and the two fought at a speed uncatchable to the naked eye.

"Chest!" Eschuur roared, and Reinhardt threw away a sword box.

Ashur threw away the half-melted stabbing sword in his hand and pulled another one from the box.

In this way, the two sides danced on the tip of the sword, and from time to time Aishuur threw away the stabbing sword that had melted away.

Suddenly, taking advantage of a gap, Aishuur pulled out a fire hammer and forced the armored monster back.

"You... What exactly are you? A hoarse demonic whisper came from the armored monster. Ashur didn't answer him, but raised an arm, and before the former could react, her arm shot out like an arrow, piercing the monster's chest in an instant.

"Impossible!? Who are you? The monster asked, but he didn't get an answer until he died.

Aishuur breathed a sigh of relief and slowly collapsed.

Reinhardt gasped, he was not surprised by this brief battle.

Suddenly, he slammed the door shut, countless bullets clanged against the steel door, and another enemy came.

When I woke up, I couldn't help but moan, and my whole body felt as if I had been crushed by a train. However, I didn't seem to have been taken to some private prison or some interrogation room, as if I had been incredibly left where I was? Looking around, the only light source was the broken flashlights, which shone bits and pieces on everything in the room. Reinhardt slumped to the side of the door, his armor resting against the doorknob, if it was a door. On closer inspection, there is a metal auxiliary arm on the gate valve, which is stuck in the door valve, and countless tiny holes in it, showing the tragic firefight last night. The butler fell to my right hand, her left arm was empty, her broken sleeves were filled with congealed blood and black liquid, her whole body was covered with black lines and faint breathing, and her silver-white hair was stained with black-red blood. Looks like he's seriously injured. But what could have caused a butler to be so badly injured?

There doesn't seem to be time for me to idle right now.

The metal wall screamed, and was broken in a very unassuming manner. The door was violently opened, the bright sunlight pierced the darkness, and I came to the safe house, I squinted, a little uncomfortable with the light, but I could barely stare at the people who walked into the room, about one meter nine tall, wearing a black knight's uniform with a golden texture, golden hair looked particularly dazzling in the sun, and a pair of dark blue eyes locked on me. I quietly covered the butler's face with my body, praying that the black lines on her body would disappear soon. And I looked at this figure who seemed to come from the glorious knightly era three hundred years ago.

"What a bastard who looks like your father." The comer said disdainfully.

It seems that the Lord is coming? This person must have something to do with my parents, what should I do? As I looked around, Mr. Reinhardt was only slightly undulating, the butler was clearly unable to protect himself, and the only weapon was at the knight's feet. But I know very well that with my martial arts, I obviously can't take the weapon back from this man's hands. And I can't even find the truth very clearly, and I can't find a flaw in the conversation with him. It seems that it is time for prayer. Oh, the Spirit Lord is above.

So we could only stare at each other in silence, until the steam of the armored soldiers outside the house filled half of the dilapidated shop, and the knight seemed to lose patience and said to the man behind him, "Take it!" "Several soldiers in black uniforms came in and brutally carried us out on stretchers. Fortunately, the black lines on the butler's body have gradually disappeared. I don't know why, but the housekeeper had said never to let outsiders see the lines on her body, even if I met my mother out of the blue, I couldn't tell about it. Why is that? I'm going to get through this and ask the butler, if I remember.

Escorted by the soldiers, we soon rode through the streets shrouded in morning fog in a military armored steam locomotive to the port of Ishur, where a ship stopped in the fog. We were "invited" to the ship.

A few hours later, after being "meticulously" decorated by the soldiers, I washed off the blood and battle stains on my body, put on a somewhat ill-fitting black dress, and was taken to the ship's dining room, where the blonde knight, still dressed in black knight's uniform, sat at the head of the only large table. At this time we are on a private steamboat from the island of Ite to the Duchy of Grimm. I'm a little confused. Shouldn't he have taken me to some secret manor for the devil's interrogation, just like the characters in the novel? How did you get to a luxurious restaurant?

"Sit." The blonde knight said. Of course, if you don't sit, you have to sit, and the two soldiers behind you are really forbidden.

"Kimchi. Ayukasi? The blonde knight frowned and looked at the papers in his hand, and although he called my real name, there was no follow-up.

So I could only sit quietly and say nothing. The air seemed to be frozen in the atmosphere. This kind of environment makes me a little uncomfortable. The discomfort affected my feelings, and the ill-fitting dress seemed to make me look uncomfortable everywhere, and I quietly looked at my clothes, while the person across from me seemed to be looking intently at the papers.

After about half an hour, the blonde knight closed the papers. God, I don't know what to look at in my file. He began to pierce me with his sword-like eyes, and I glared back without hesitation. However, there was a huge disparity in strength, and he was immediately stung. The tearful eyes seemed to enrage the knight on the other side.

"Sure enough, as weak as your father, not serious and bastard!" He said angrily, I don't know exactly where his anger comes from. Who knows, maybe it's because my father is a cryer? Oh oh oh, it's unimaginable... Well, although you scolded my father at the same time as you scolded me, I understood what you said, and the tone of your voice seemed to tear him apart. Thinking about it, my face didn't change a bit. The knight was a little surprised. Indeed, it is impossible for a ten-year-old child to be as calm as I am about the humiliation of a stranger against his father... I wanted to tell him that my father was more than that.

The blonde knight quickly regained his cold, wax-like face.

"We will go to the Holy Country. Are you worried about those two people? "Those two men were, of course, Mr. Reinhardt and the butler. He seemed very satisfied to see my anxious look, "It's okay to worry, follow me to the Holy Kingdom to do something, and when it's done, I'll ensure their safety and you." Of course, it will also ensure that you will have a good life. ”

He pulled out a document with a blood-red mark indicating the importance of the information, and I was eager to see what the classified documents of the Holy Kingdom in the heart of Middle-earth were, but he didn't let me see anything other than the contract.

"Sign it when you decide, and sell me your life." He said, placing a fountain pen in front of me.

I signed it without hesitation, definitely not because he made some strange gesture to prepare the soldiers behind me.

And so a deal with the devil began.

"So there's something to eat?" I asked. He seemed surprised to receive such a reply, sneered, made a gesture, and soon an attendant served the food.

After all, I haven't eaten for more than ten hours, so I should forgive me! So I was desperate to fill my stomach first!

I don't care what comments come out of the knight's mouth after seeing me eat without courtesy. The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

Well, it's a private steamboat that even the food is so delicious. I really regret it, I should have negotiated with him.