The sublimator caught up with the train quickly.

Within minutes, Ian and his party returned to the alchemy train with 'Curryl'.

At this moment, many undercover agents who revealed their true identities fell into an embarrassing atmosphere for a period of time......

Or rather, rather an awkward atmosphere.

According to the statistics carried out later, in this small team of twelve, there are actually undercover agents of organizations such as the Patrol Knights, the Overseer's Court, the Jinghaiwei, the Security Department, the Dangerous Alchemy Goods Administration, and the Religious Affairs Bureau...... More than half of the total number of people.

There are not enough young talents in Wolong, phoenix chicks, and it is simply a gathering of heroes!

They don't know each other's information, they act independently, and in order to hide their undercover identities, they disguise themselves as if they were real.

Don't talk about bullying men and women on weekdays, it can also be said that you are not normal human beings.

If there was only one undercover agent, it would be fine, and it could be regarded as a burden of humiliation, but now I find that the people who pretended to be each other before were all peers...... This feeling is placed on people with a strong sense of shame, and it may be possible to awaken spiritual energy.

This is the consequence of the lack of communication between the various departments within the empire - but it is true that undercover agents cannot leak too much, so in some cases, it is inevitable.

In addition to the leader, there are really a few members of this organization, otherwise, the embarrassment of this operation will have to rise several levels.

With such a group of professionals to deal with, Ian doesn't have to bother to watch the fun drinking tea, which is very comfortable.

At this moment, he sat in the passenger seat, listening with interest to the interrogation going on in the carriage ahead with his foresight and silver chip.

"Flamelands?"

He closed his eyes, discerning the words that made sense in the howls and fragments: "They're actually from the Flamelands?" Hmm, it's really fake, or is it a dump? ”

Because he had used the Flying Flame Land so many times as a reason, for a moment Ian couldn't figure out if it was true or not.

But soon he was relieved: "It doesn't matter, anyway, they all said so, it must be the Flying Flame Land, there is no other possibility." ”

As for why the Flying Flame Land disguised itself as the Dragon Worship Sect to hijack the alchemy train and rob the so-called 'leyline source crystal'...... Ian thought of a lot of possibilities.

For example, they want to stop a part of the cooperation between the Worship of the Dragons and the Empire. Ian knew that Southridge and the Cult of the Dragons had cooperated in targeting the Canaan Moorish Gurmons.

For example, it was a simple attempt to pick an organization that seemed to be at odds with the Empire lately. Also recently, the Bailong Sect was fiercely criticized by Nanling's official news on the surface.

For example, if they just want to disguise their identity and snatch that treasure, the diplomatic side of the two countries will not admit it. That's the norm.

There are too many possibilities.

Anyway, Ian only knew that no matter what kind of organization it was, what kind of incident it wanted to do next to the imperial capital, it would definitely not be so easy to succeed.

Even, this time, this group of people who claim to be Flying Flame Land were able to hijack the train, probably because this group of undercover agents was too competent.

As for why, it happens to be the train I'm on......

"Wait."

Thinking of something, Ian couldn't help but frown slightly.

He said to himself, "Is it possible...... It's really ......"

"I didn't expect you, brother, to lurk here so early."

A voice interrupted Ian's speculation, but the boy didn't care.

Ian turned his head and looked behind him.

The tall man with the Order of the Patrol on his chest seemed to have just finished the roundup.

After communicating with his superiors, he went directly to the young 'colleague' to communicate.

The knight with light brown hair had a chic smile on his face, a pipe was biting at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the white-haired young man in front of him with some emotion: "I originally thought that it might be a little difficult for me to do it, but I didn't expect the headquarters to send you here to pick me up and take the initiative to provide the opportunity to shoot." ”

He held out his hand to Ian in a friendly manner, "I have to say, your appearance is very deceitful, and even I didn't realize your true identity - who would have thought that a young child who acted with the goblins would actually be an ascendant who has already obtained the qualification of a knight of the Patrol?" ”

Although they didn't understand what this sentence meant, both Birch and Frostbutterfly nodded proudly.

- Of course!

Ian stood up and shook his hand. Both he and the Patrol Knight noticed the elf's move, and both smiled, while the tall knight continued, "Introduce yourself. My real name is not Corren, it's Tress. Tres Behringer. ”

"Young colleague, which of the great knights are you?"

Ian didn't answer this question immediately, but looked around and made eye contact with Birch and Frostbutterfly.

(In the next exchange, I need to lie, don't debunk it)

(Totally understood!) (Okay, Father)

Ian and Tress found an empty seat, sat down to communicate, and asked the flight attendant to help get some food.

The meals on the train were basically frozen, but in general the taste was okay, and soon, Ian and Tress had a plate of stewed lamb, sweet and sour plum sauce shrimp, pork ribs and lettuce salad in front of them.

The lamb stew, pork ribs and lettuce salad are unremarkable, while the sweet and sour plum sauce shrimp with a strange name tastes quite good, the outer layer of the shrimp meat is wrapped in a thin and crispy fried dough coating, the shrimp meat inside is extremely tender, and the outside is wrapped in a thick layer of sweet and sour plum sauce, which has both texture and flavor in one bite.

The two exchanged while eating.

Tres is a fairly young knight, probably in his early twenties or sixteens – an age that is not a 'genius' for a second-level player, but it is entirely potential to be cultivated.

As the peak of the second energy level, the magneto-light knight is about thirty years old, as long as there are materials and related bloodline true form potion inheritance, he can advance at any time, if nothing else, after returning from undercover and serving in the headquarters of the Imperial Capital Patrol Knight, Tress who can get a lot of resources should be able to achieve similar achievements.

He has light brown hair, a calm expression, and bright blue eyes, which look like the kind of small-town handsome guy common in the countryside.

He had a sword hanging from his waist, and though he still spoke and behaved like a country adventurer who didn't know how to do it (similar to what Ian usually wanted to disguise), Ian could tell from the tone in which he was no longer disguised that he was indeed a professionally trained elite.

"Marquis of Barton?"

At this moment, Tress repeated with interest the name that Ian had spoken: "Ah, it's General Batun." Yes, he's also the chief intelligence officer of our Patrol Knights, and I've been undercover in the Flamelands for so long that I've forgotten about it. ”

"I didn't expect you to be under the command of General Batun...... It is worthy of being a seed valued by the general, and he is really a young talent! He was so emotional.

"No, I told you, I'm not one of the Marquis of Batun." And Ian corrected a little helplessly: "I'm just sending a secret letter on behalf of the Marquis...... Alas. ”

Now, Ian is waking up a little - the Marquis of Barton asked him to send a secret letter, perhaps not only to hook off the inner ghost of the Magneto-Knight but also to mark him as 'his own side'.

Look, the Governor of Nanling, one of His Majesty's most trusted generals, the Marquis of Batun actually sent a fifteen-year-old young knight apprentice to send a secret letter to the imperial capital for him...... No matter how you think about it, this is the cronies of the cronies, and the most important of the values will be done!

No matter how much Ian denied it, he couldn't shake off the impression that General Batun had declared that the young knight was his man.

"It's good that I met Tres in advance." The boy thought to himself. If he hadn't met the undercover agent to whom the patrol knight belonged in advance and alerted him, he would have really sent the secret letter openly.

Actually, it's not a bad thing. Being labeled is the best way for Ian to cover up himself.

But he prefers to take everything into his own hands.

Not to mention...... According to the boy's speculation, there are people who want to label him as their label.

Lewen