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It seems that because of Miss Courier, Ms. D takes Klein more seriously than she did at the beginning.

While Ms. D was looking at the map and making plans, Klein took out the information that Renette Tinicol had brought with Ms. D's message, and the reply from Mr. Azik.

After the bronze whistle was badly damaged, Crane didn't use it to summon spirits to deliver letters, but fortunately, Miss Messenger made up for it in time.

In his reply, Azik first said that he had been a little busy lately and was sorry for not being able to reply to the message in time, but he remembered Crane's previous question and attached the relevant information about the spirit marauders. Azik bluntly said that he has recalled many things recently, and the loopholes in his memory are becoming fewer and fewer, and he has to digest and recover through deep sleep, balancing the memory of human nature and the instinct of divinity, otherwise it is easy to deviate towards the cold appearance of the past.

Seeing that Mr. Azik had not been affected by what had happened before, and that he was now back to normal, Crane really relaxed, and with the golden sunlight shining through the gap in the roof, he was in a good mood and moved his gaze to the content behind.

For the spirit marauders, Azik's description is:

“…… This is a rather cunning creature with a sparse number, very good at camouflage, and not easy to find...... One thing that can be exploited is that it is very aggressive, however, it is also very dangerous, even if it has the strength to get close to Sequence 4, you have to be cautious enough, otherwise, if you are not careful, you will become a distraction of it......"

"Its specific features are...... The area where the spirit marauders often operate is the extremely dangerous 'Calderon City' in the depths of the spirit world, where there are many dangerous spirit creatures now, and I don't recommend you to go there, but I don't know if there are still spirit marauders in other areas...... I suggest that you pray to El Moria, the Red Light, that He is kind to humanity, willing to answer similar questions, and has the authority to do so...... The key to the ritual is the correct honorific name and symbolic ......"

"When you have a clue about the spirit marauders, you can wait for a while, and I may be able to help......"

How embarrassing is that...... Crane raised his right hand and pinched the sides of his mouth.

He then flipped the paper and looked at the last page:

“…… I'm doing something very troublesome right now, I've never done it seriously, I don't like it, but I don't hate it, I just think it's very hard to imagine...... Okay, I should still be free, I remember you said you were going to come to the Southern Continent for a trip. Don't go to a place that has already been occupied by the Byran Empire, and if you must go, bring the bronze whistle with you......"

“…… By the way, if there are only Spirit Marauders in 'Calderon City', if you encounter unimaginable danger there, or if you see someone in danger, throw the bronze whistle out. ”

Mr. Azik doesn't seem to have changed much, at least not from the letter, what does this last sentence mean, is the bronze whistle he gave me actually this kind of jack-of-all-trades...... Crane couldn't help but laugh, and with a flick of his hand, he set the papers on fire in his hand, causing them to turn into ashes and fall into the dust that had accumulated in the corner of the warehouse.

Mr. Azik's recovered memories this time seemed beyond imagination, and he actually gave an accurate geographical location of the spirit world.

If it weren't for the fact that his language and tone were exactly the same as usual, Klein would have wondered if Mr. Azik had gradually become the "Archon of Death" of the Ancient Bailand Empire. Although Azik suggested in the letter that he should not go to Calderon and ask about the other areas of the Spirit Marauders, the "Red Light", one of the Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm, he still planned to ask about Calderón City in his reply.

In any case, there are already "tricky monsters", and you must always have expectations when you are a human being...... Also, I have to mention to Mr. Azik that I have arrived in the Southern Continent...... Klein thought hard about how to write a reply.

However, he didn't do it immediately, because Ms. D on the other side had already stopped writing and drawing.

Although she is a noble lady from the Northern Continent, Ms. D seems to know enough about the Southern Continent to quickly make a new plan based on the existing situation, and also made two versions.

"We're now going straight from Caesars Port, and we have two routes to choose from." Ms. D placed a blank piece of paper with a simple road map and a rough plan on the box, and gestured with a pencil, "The city of Behrens has entered a state of war, and after the sea route is abolished, the first route is to go directly to the west, but it may have to pass through the war zone of Byron and Rune. There is quite chaos there now, it is said that there are still affected living corpses wandering, and there are still remnants of spiritual influence on both sides, and there is no way for either side to deal with it in time. ”

"We may not be in danger, but this road is not suitable for transporting goods." Ms. D looked at the boxes in the warehouse.

Klein's understanding of the Southern Continent was limited to the various organizations and the forces behind them, not including transportation and war zones, and he didn't expect that he would fight again when he first came there, so he nodded deeply.

"So I suggest taking the second route."

Ms. D pointed to the other line and said, "Go south for a while, then bypass the war zone and head west into Behrens." But in the process, we may be noticed by the Rune military, so we need to avoid the forces of the Aurora Society and Byron - the officer who commissioned you should have given you the corresponding paperwork, right? ”

Klein nodded: "The resume I gave them has relevant experience in the Southern Continent, and they can be contacted appropriately." ”

With this written on her resume, Ms. D was very emotionally intelligent and did not ask Klein if he had ever been there.

She looked at the warehouse and asked:

"How are you going to carry these?"

These things need to be specially called a small passenger ship to load, and if they are transported by horse-drawn carriages, not only need to be unpacked and repacked first, but also at least ten horse-drawn carriages. Walking on the chaotic Southern Continent with so many things is simply a moving target, and anyone who sees it can't help but come up and touch two of them. But if Klein wanted to show that he had worked hard to deliver the goods, and to leave a clear route for Rune officials to be investigated, then wagons and manpower were necessary.

Crane was going to wait and see, so he asked, "If you choose the second route, how long will it take to get to Behrens?" The Southern Continent is not very safe right now, and I hope to resolve this matter within two weeks. ”

Then, he remembered that his two-week delivery deadline had only passed three days, and that it had only taken more than a day to make a one-way trip between the north and south continents, where the routes were now blocked, and he had avoided the army. The divination results are not to deceive me, and the impatient hunter is indeed of great help.

"If we were to carry it by extraordinary means, we would only have to walk through this route, which is about four days."

"Do you have a seal that you can quickly travel back and forth between the two places? Like 'Traveler' and the like. Klein asked curiously, "Rune's officers can't reach for the Southern Continent, otherwise they wouldn't have asked me for help, and I think it's perfectly okay to use some extraordinary means." ”

"Sorry, I don't have a 'Traveler' item that I can move freely." Ms. D shook her head regretfully, "I only have an item made of the properties of the 'Mystic', which is fastened to a door to my quarters, and must be watched or it will escape on its own. It can only be switched on and off at a timer, not taken away. ”

There is no sequence 5, only sequence 4......

Crane didn't speak. He began to think of a strategy to divert his attention: as long as Ms. D left after she arrived in Behrens, she could use the "wriggling hunger" to calmly carry the goods, prevent her appearance from becoming more strange, and save money on the carriage.

After making his decision, he asked: "I remember that railways were laid between various cities in the southern continent, not to mention, these are all port cities. ”

"Why does it take four days?"

"Because the railroad has been suspended."

Klein thought of the rebels on Rorsted Island, and with some surprise and then fell silent.

Ms. D smiled, "Actually, people in the southern continent are very resistant to these advanced items, including railways, gas street lamps, and steam engines. ”

But this is not entirely because they are ignorant and backward, but because these items were introduced in the simplest and most brutal ways, such as whipping and coercing adult men to participate in the construction of railroads, without giving them enough food and not enough rest. The safety of the workers' lives is not guaranteed, so naturally they will not be supported, but the project still has to be carried out. After piling up these modern facilities with countless labor and human lives, they were used to serve the people of the Northern Continent. We take the train, they can't afford to buy shoes, how do you think the people of the southern continent can accept it? ”

Ms. D talked eloquently about the situation in the southern continent, not at all like the nobles of the northern continent: "However, this time the Church of the Reaper and the Byron Empire did a good job, they did not let the people vent their anger and pry open the railroad tracks, but just protected them and stopped operating...... Even so, destruction is indispensable. There are also many people who pry the railroad tracks, or dig up the sleepers to find the bones of their family, friends or ancestors, or just take a section of the railroad tracks with them. ”

"Take the rails?"

"People will fall into molten iron, but you can't waste that big vat of molten iron just because one or two people are wasted." Ms. D said in her usual tone, then looked at Klein and naturally changed the subject, "Sorry, that's a bit too much for the other things—ah, Mr. X, have you decided not to use carriages and horses?" ”

"Yes."

Klein controlled the urge to frown and put the words he had just heard behind him for the time being: "Madam, you seem to know the Southern Continent very well. ”

"I have some industries here and at sea, under my name, so I will pay more attention to them." Ms. D smiled disapprehantly, "It's ten o'clock now, and I've already had breakfast before I came, would you like to go get something to eat, or will we just leave?" ”

"No need to eat." Klein said, "Let's just go." ”

Ms. D put the pen and paper in her satchel and stood up:

"Okay."

Klein and her left the dilapidated warehouse, and took the initiative to go out to find the staff at the dock, wanting to discuss with the other party the cost of repairing the warehouse, hoping to put a few boards on the roof to prevent the goods from being exposed to direct sunlight in the southern continent or damaged by the rain during his departure.

"Hello, may I ask ......"

But as soon as he came to the young official who was counting the damage at the port, the young man who had taken the initiative to pour him a cup of hot water last night looked at him with a frown, and waved his hand impatiently:

"Go to the back and stand, there are a lot of things, don't bother it."

Crane was stunned for a moment, he looked around, except for a few residents who were waiting to be counted, there were only people in simple and tattered clothes on the dock who were picking up broken wood and iron sheets on the ground with their bare hands, and he couldn't tell what the other party was busy with. But since the other party said so, Klein had to take a few steps back. Through his enhanced sense of hearing, Klein overhears the conversation of people who are picking up junk:

"Don't pick up wood, pick up pieces of iron."

A thin, southerner whispered to a woman who was presumably his wife, in the unskilled northern-world lingua franca, as if he was worried that the other pickers would understand. One by one, the rough wood and rusty iron sheets were thrown into the sacks in their hands, and the wooden thorns pierced their fingers, and they did not stop, but the husband's expression when he spoke was relaxed, even joyful: "Pick up more, and our house will have a roof...... This piece will sell for at least 1 pence, just in time for the charcoal I sold for a bag of charcoal......"

The wife picked up a piece of iron sheet the size of a palm, and suddenly another hand reached out, snatched it away with a single force, and cut the wife's palm.

It was a child who had been eavesdropping on the side, and he picked up the bloody piece of iron and ran, running into the crowd without looking back, while his wife, whose hand had been cut, began to cry in panic.

Crane watched in amazement, at the weeping wife who wrapped her palms in filthy strips of cloth, at the runaway child, at the husband who kept cursing the damned child, and at the other indifferent people who were still picking up scraps. He felt like he shouldn't just be watching, but what was he supposed to do? That kid hadn't run out of his Spirit Thread yet, but what's the point of getting that kid back and sending the Iron Sheet back? Or should he have told the couple in rags and with body odor that they needed to take medicine if they were scratched by rusty metal, but how could someone who had to pick up even a penny tin be able to afford expensive medicine?

The kid ran into a scrap shop.

Under the sun, Crane was suddenly a little dazed.

He looked at the official who was counting, and saw that the other party was drinking a glass of lemonade in the blazing midday sun as if he hadn't seen anything. Crane couldn't help but lean over again, "I'd like to rent a warehouse in the harbor and repair its broken roof." ”

The young officer waved his hand and said impatiently:

"I don't care about these things."

Klein was equally patient with anger: "Then who should I go to?" ”

The young man yawned, glanced at Klein out of the corner of his eye, said something in a frank voice, and then said angrily:

"If you want to rent, go to the town and find the person in charge of the dock to register."

"The roof is broken, and someone is going to fix it."

Then he turned his head to the side and left Klein with a brown back of his head, as if he was annoyed by him.

Klein's brows were almost twisted into a Sichuan character, and at this moment, Ms. D, who had disappeared for a few minutes, walked over, and walked straight over with an aura like a savior, and the simple but still valuable dress set off a gust of wind. Alarmed by the sound of the young man's approaching footsteps, she stood directly next to Klein, glancing at the young official with contemptuous eyes under her sunglasses, and her tone was full of disdain:

"It's dirty, who's in charge here? You? ”

The aristocratic lady of the Northern Continent spoke in the aristocratic Indisian accent, lifted the hem of her skirt in disgust, kept her distance from everyone, and inadvertently displayed the diamonds set in her boots. The young man was dazzled by the expensive brilliance, stood up abruptly, nodded and said:

"I am, I am, noble lady, what do you command?"

He smiled flatteringly, but Ms. D didn't even look at him.

"I'm going to rent a warehouse, damn it, you low-class people are even the same as the warehouse, so just leave the roof open, what if I damage my precious goods?"

"Yes, yes!"

"So hurry up and make it up for me." Ms. D reported the location of the warehouse, "My things are very valuable, and if you break them a little, you can't afford to sell them all as slaves." ”

"Good! Good! The young man bowed and replied in a chorus, and Crane was eager to help him straighten his waist.

"You'd better hurry!"

At the end of the conversation, Ms. D pulled out a 5 Filgin bill from her bag and threw it directly in the young man's face.

This is equivalent to 3-4 gold pounds, which is a considerable amount. The smile on the young man's face not only did not disappear, but became more enthusiastic.

Ms. D walked away, and Klein followed. As soon as they left the port, they saw the young man call a group of people, and surrounded the broken warehouse where the goods were kept, and set up a ladder.

A troublesome matter, which was easily solved by Ms. D.

"Mr. X, you shouldn't have been to the Southern Continent, right?"

Ms. D returned to her normal state, she adjusted the position of her sunglasses, looked at the silent Klein, and said with some emotion and some ridicule:

"If you've been to the Southern Continent, you'll be dressed up as a Northern Continent before you come."

“…… You're right. ”

Klein had to admit his inconsiderate thoughts, and couldn't help but start thinking about whether to adjust his face a bit. If he was in a good mood a few minutes ago, now he is completely heavy, even a little aggrieved and angry. Just then, he noticed that the little child who had snatched the piece of iron had appeared on the street, cowering in a corner.

The bloody piece of iron was gone, and he clutched a piece of moldy bread the size of a palm, nibbling hard.

TBC

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Double more successful.