In the rise of steam technology, Yinglan Beier, still retains the old habit of alchemy, brilliance and iron hooves can not conquer people's hearts, with the belief of gods advocating ancient civilization, and the inexplicable mysterious power has become the best embodiment.

They believe in faith, believe in fate, and can even shout "praise the gods" in the streets, praying and looking forward to it, and most of the people in the know are incorporated into the museum, assigned to different departments according to different abilities, and work hard to stay alive.

"Be in awe."

Chris suddenly remembered that these were the words he had heard when he first joined the Guardian Team.

It is a supreme honor to give iron horses and sword hilts and awaken the ability to defend the country.

Today, one of the Dukes of the Brittage family called him to the realm, and heedly saw the young girl who had entered the museum, dressed in a delicate and expensive dress, with her long golden curls as dazzling as the sun, and sitting beside the man.

It's just that the smart eyes seem to be covered with a layer of melancholy.

I guess I was scolded.

Chris was surprised that he hadn't jumped up and asked how she was in the goddamn archives.

What followed was some very normal questioning process, the Knights were already under the management of the Brittage family, but their escort team was assigned to the museum, so they rarely came into contact with these nobles.

They live in the most prosperous central part of England, with vast territories and intoxicating power, and like the queen, they are protected from the darkness and dangers of the outside world.

"Captain Chris."

As he left, he heard someone calling him from behind him, and the familiar voice made him stop immediately.

The delicate-looking lady trotted in her skirt, her face flushed with running, and the ring returned to her neck, and in the reflection of the sun, like a burning flame adorning her white swan neck.

"Rena Brittage."

This is also the full name of the girl in front of him that he just knew.

Emerald's eyes swept away the haze, and Rena seemed a little excited to see Chris: "You recognize me!" ”

"The eldest daughter of the Brittage family, and the only legal heir to the title, I'm sorry, Miss, please forgive me for being unreasonable."

Chris bowed his head slightly in respect, no wonder he used the power of the union to track down Rena's clues, the Brittage family protected their princess too well, if there was no accident, they should not have the opportunity to talk face-to-face like this in their lives.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Rena waved her hand indifferently, that wasn't what she cared about.

Seeing that there was no one around, she quietly pulled Chris aside to make sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Captain Chris, I have something to ask for."

Looking at Rena's side face, Chris was in a trance for a moment.

"What's the matter?"

"I was placed under house arrest by my father, and now I can't get out, so I can only ask you to help me give this letter to one person."

"Who?"

Chris was curious.

"Black River Detective Agency, Ewell von Heinrich."

“……”

“……”

The coffee in front of him was getting cold, and Chris was still holding on to his movements from the previous few minutes, and the expression on his face made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

But fortunately, the unexpected night did not give him much time to be in a daze, and the shrill alarm bell rang throughout the office, as if instinctively reacting, and all the guards woke up at this moment in the tense atmosphere, and they almost grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the lounge.

Unlike the usual alarm bells, it was a different kind of high-frequency sound, which belonged to the Atlas Alchemy Courtyard, and came from the feedback from the patrol airship responsible for patrolling the whole area.

Depending on the danger of the actual situation, different alarms are sounded, and the sound is heard, and the extent and scope of the contamination this time are not large, and it is within the control of the convoy.

This is the Counting Siren, no doubt the work of the Atlas Alchemy, which calculates the extent and extent of contamination based on a certain radiation value, and it was invented to monitor the whole of Polnia.

The guards were talking:

"I haven't heard this alarm in a long time."

"It's been about a year."

“……”

"Captain, there's news from the airship that the contamination is near Belfa Street, which is a suburb and has no residents."

One of the guards rushed into the office, panting.

"Belfa Street?"

Chris thought of a face that shouldn't have appeared at this time, the guy who was obviously doing a good job in the museum and was going to open a detective agency outside.

"Captain, wait for orders or go out immediately?"

The subordinate asked cautiously.

The place is far away from the central city, and the Knights of the Pure Temple will definitely not be dispatched, and the only ones who have the ability to rescue are them.

If only it had been like a year ago......

"You, stay and contact the management department, half a team guards the museum, and the rest go to notify the logistics department and bring the relics...... Got to work. ”

"Yes!"

The guards replied in unison.

……

The originally normal street became dilapidated, and from time to time a distorted black shadow appeared, as if hallucinating, flashing and disappearing, and it was no longer possible to describe the scene with weirdness, if I had to say it, it was like a fragmented other world.

The mutated horses died on the road, and the car behind them was quietly parked on the side of the road, and after a while, blood spilled from it.

No one dared to approach.

In other words, when normal people see this picture, they will quickly stay away, and the farther away the better.

If you look at it more, you may be pulled into it by the abyss.

It was destined to be an unusual night, with a noisy roar of patrol airships surrounding the nearby sky, beams of light that lit only this area, and the sound of horses' hooves of the knightly escort echoed from far and near, and the crisp sound of iron boots stepping on the ground.

"Control the scope of contamination."

Chris turned his head and commanded.

Colleagues in the logistics department began their work, dressed in bulky equipment, and the sound of heavy breathing came from under the anti-pollution mask of alchemy, and began to clean up and protect against the spread of contamination.

The pollution came too suddenly.

Fortunately, the negotiation between the clean-up and the Alchemy Institute a year ago gave them a lot of experience and buffer time, and the group of scientific research maniacs of the Atlas Alchemy Institute also invented corresponding technical means to deal with it, the only pity is that the stranger who grasped the clue died suddenly in the hands of the Security Department.

Later, I also heard that it was the Atlas Alchemy Academy, which recovered the body of the stranger.