In the dining room car of the special train, Ember looked at Iconser, who was sitting across the aisle with messy hair, and suddenly asked:

"Deacon Iconse, is he a member of your Machine Heart?"

Iconse glanced in the direction that Ember was pointing, and at a glance saw the middle-aged man with dozens of plates piled up in front of him, and recalled for a moment before he spoke:

"His name is Eric, Eric Sloan. He is the leader of a mechanical heart team in Conston and a 'weapon master' in Sequence 7. ”

Just as most of the Nightwatchers are 'sleepless' paths, so are most of the members of the Machine Heart are 'Knowledgeables', and Iconse is no exception. This gives them an extraordinary ability in memory, learning, and practice, far surpassing other extraordinary people in the same sequence.

And Iconser had looked at the list of people who had boarded Conston before getting on the bus, and had memorized the names of each of them.

It's just that Iconse's expression at this time also looked a little strange, because it was the first time he had seen such a person who could eat, but after all, he was a member of the Heart of Machinery, so he still made up two sentences:

"After all, it's a warrior's path, and it's normal to eat more, right?"

"Warrior path?" Audrey's eyes twitched slightly, a little surprised.

Why does the Steam Church have the Extraordinaire of the Warrior Path?

"Eric?" Ember turned his gaze back to the man Iconser called Eric, his gaze resting on the top of the other's head.

['Gluttony' Eric Orlando]

There is a title, there is a name, and the name is the right one in Iconse's mouth, but the surname is not the same.

It was clear that Mr. Eric had used a false identity to deliberately infiltrate the ranks of the Machine Heart. In order to achieve certain ends, painstaking efforts were taken to board this special train to the Republic of Intis.

As for its purpose, it is not difficult to guess.

The train departed from Beckland without stopping at any stop and without any accidents.

The only variable was the three carriages that were added to Conston . And Eric's coincidence in Constance is that it's hard not to suspect that the two things are connected. In other words, the other party is likely to be aiming for the things in the three carriages.

But that's not the focus of Ember's attention, the focus is on the other party's 'title'.

[Gluttony].

This reminded Ember almost immediately of a man he had once met—

Advisor to the royal family, member of the Senate of the Psychological Alchemy Society, Herwin Lambis.

And Herwin Lambis's title is 'arrogant'.

As his name suggests, Herwin Lambis is as good as his title. Although he pretends to be a kind and friendly old man, there is a faint arrogance in his words and deeds, and even in his gestures.

And the one in front of him, just like his title, is a veritable 'gluttony'.

One arrogance, one gluttony, it's hard not to think of the seven deadly sins – arrogance, greed, lust, jealousy, gluttony, anger, and laziness.

And Herwin Lambis is a member of the Psychological Alchemy Council's jury, so what about the one in front of him? Are you also a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society?

Bang dang! Bang dang! Bang dang!

With the sound of the train crashing on the tracks, the scenery outside the window suddenly dimmed, except for the lights in the restaurant. The people in the restaurant were not surprised by this, and they still enjoyed the food on their plates.

Just now, the train pulled into a tunnel, a tunnel that was several kilometers long.

The tunnel itself is also one of the symbols of the border, as the exit on the other side of the tunnel is located on the territory of the Republic of Intis.

"Click!"

At the same time, 'Eric' seemed to sense something, looked at the dim mountain wall outside the window, and suddenly stood up. He swept left and right, took out a small and delicate tin box from his pocket, poured out a handful of white flat candy and stuffed it into his mouth, and left the dining car while chewing vigorously.

Ember watched Eric leave, not showing any intention of stopping him, but suddenly asked:

"Deacon Iconse, what's in those three carriages?"

Iconse, who had just picked up the knife and was about to enjoy the food, stiffened his face and coughed dryly:

"This, it's inconvenient to inform, please forgive me."

He wasn't surprised that the other party would notice the three carriages, but that didn't mean he had to tell them.

"It's okay."

Ember's eyes were extremely calm, and he said in a calm tone:

"I don't really care what's in there, but I think there should be some people who are very interested in what's inside."

Hearing Ember's hint, Iconse frowned and asked:

"What did you find?"

This train is a special train of the Church of Steam, and most of the passengers are members of the Heart of the Machine, and the conductor and conductor are also members of the Church of Steam. In contrast, Ember is the only outsider.

Ember pointed out:

"Don't you think he's abnormal, Mr. Eric?"

"He's just a little bigger."

"Perhaps."

Iconse's brow furrowed, almost twisted into a Sichuan character. He didn't think there was anything wrong with Eric, but Ember's words made it hard not to make him suspicious.

During the Bakerland Purge a few months ago, he had seen Ember stand with the archbishops of the three major churches, which meant that Ember was most likely a demigod. And the mention from a demigod, Iconse naturally did not dare to ignore it.

After hesitating for a long time, Iconse looked at the charming aromatic steak on his plate and sighed.

He slowly stood up and chased in the direction Eric had left.

——

"Discovered?"

Eric walked down the aisle of the carriage and whispered to himself:

"Shouldn't it? A group of mid-to-low-order extraordinaires, it is impossible to see my disguise. And my identity is genuine, and I have a record in the Steam Church. Isn't it just that you eat more? Why do they doubt me? ”

The more Eric thought about it, the more confident he became, and finally nodded silently.

Well, that's right, his identity will never be discovered.

Thinking about it like this, Eric's mood suddenly became much happier.

He went straight through the door at the end of the carriage and into a city.

As if he had been waiting for a long time, a large carriage slowly approached, and the driver was an ordinary middle-aged man wearing an old top hat and a dark jacket.

Eric skilfully boarded the carriage and sat in the row on the right.

The doors closed automatically, and the carriage started slowly.

Eric looked out the window, and there were gorgeous buildings in the city with a mysterious and dark atmosphere, and there were gentlemen in top hats and trench coats, and women in intricate and gloomy dresses.

His gaze swept over to a gentleman beside the carriage, who had short black fur on his face and sharp canine teeth in his mouth.

It's a werewolf.

Eric was already surprised by this, even though he was amazed at its magic every time he entered the city.

This is the Garden of Eden, the city in everyone's heart, and where there are people, there is it.

Among the 'pedestrians', in addition to werewolves, there were bears walking upright, cats with languid expressions, strange people with colorful spiders on their faces, giant rats with red eyes, pythons with spitting cores, and some kind of canine creature that examined every passer-by with eyes full of desire to mate......

They wear top hats and trench coats, or elaborate dark dresses, trying to mimic humans in every detail, but they can't really look like people.

In psychology, they are called 'bestiality'.

The carriage drove through the bleak night, through the pedestrians and various Gothic buildings, and soon reached a church in the center of the city.

The church is more than 80 meters tall and is supported by huge black pillars, each of which is inlaid with a certain number of skulls, some of them from humans and some from different creatures, but they all have their hollow eyes aimed downward, as if watching every living creature that enters the church.

Like most of the buildings in the area, the church is exquisitely detailed, but it is composed of elements that tend to be nightmares, horrors, horrors, and mysteries.

Stepping out of the carriage and passing through the main entrance, a large but empty hall appeared in front of you.

In the depths of the hall, stands a huge cross with a gray-white statue of a dragon entwined around the cross.

Unlike ordinary churches, there are no rows of prayer seats for worshippers, and there is no place for candlesticks, but in front of the statue of the dragon, a small long table with five seats on each side of the long table, the top and bottom empty.

On the right side of the long table sat a tall gentleman with a grayish-white, rather illusory, and unusually cold mask on his face. The eyes, ears, nose and nose of the mask are skewed to a certain extent, and it has a gloomy temperament, which looks like a human face that has been changed beyond recognition because of jealousy, and its name is 'jealousy'.

At some point, Eric also had an extra mask on his face. The mask's mouth is wide open, up to the base of the ear, and it is always open, as if it wants to swallow everything that the two eyes see, and it is called 'gluttony'.

Erekla opened his chair and sat down, and suddenly a medium-rare steak smeared with black pepper sauce suddenly appeared in front of him. It landed on a porcelain plate, steaming a little. Eric picked up the knife and cut the steak, revealing the residual side of myoglobin inside, and enjoyed the meal as if no one was around.

And at this moment, a gentle voice sounded in the ears of the two at the same time:

"Now that we're all here, let's get started."

Eric didn't look up, just glanced slightly at the top of the table.

In the empty space, a man in a black wheelchair appeared at some point. He's different from everyone else here because he's not wearing a mask. His face was unusually pale, with long pale yellow eyebrows, neatly combed hair, and a slight wrinkle on his forehead.

'Gluttony' was still stuffing the steak into his mouth, but 'Jealous' looked at the man in the first seat and asked in a deep voice:

"Mr. Dellaw, are there only three of us in this operation?"

The man in a black wheelchair, known as Dellao, smiled:

"To be exact, it's just the two of you."

After a pause, Dellaw continued:

"Actually, there were originally three people on this mission, but I'm sure you've heard of it too. A major event occurred in Beckland, King George III was assassinated, and the power of the Psychological Alchemy Society in Beckland was also severely damaged, and many members lost contact. Even our commissioner, Mr. 'Arrogant', has unfortunately been affected and has been 'missing' for a long time. ”

"In addition to this, Miss 'Lust' is in Trier, the capital of Intis, Ms. 'Greedy' is in St. Millon, the capital of Vrsac, and Miss 'Lazy' is in Fenerport. None of them could provide timely help for the upcoming operation. After all, we are not extraordinary beings in the 'Gate' path, nor do we have magical items in this regard. ”

"Miss Lust?"

'Gluttony' Eric suddenly raised his head and said in surprise, "Isn't it Mr. 'Lust'?" Substitution? ”

Without waiting for Durlaw to reply, Eric stuffed a steak into his mouth again, and lamented as he swallowed, "Unfortunately, I still felt quite compatible with him." ”

'Jealousy' frowned, and said in a deep voice:

"If there are only two people, this mission will be too dangerous!"

Dellaw smiled:

"But the pay is just as rich, isn't it? Your mask is an advance that gives you far more authority than the other commissioners, and the mask itself greatly strengthens you. ”

'Gluttony' slurred:

"But it also has a huge side effect."

"It's only temporary."

Dellaw shook his head, still smiling, and said, "Personality masks can have a negative impact on your mental state and true personality, and this is something to be aware of. But you are all experts in the field of the mind and are capable enough to solve this problem. ”

After a pause, he looked at the 'gluttony' of the non-heyed and emphasized:

"Of course, it may take some time to adjust, but overall it won't be a big deal."

'Gluttony' pretended not to hear, silently revealed a creamy soup, and drank it in large gulps.

'Jealousy' asked again:

"Can't you let other people advance their masks? Why is it that we are the only ones who need to carry out this dangerous mission? As long as they have masks, they can enter the city at any time, and they can board that special train under our leadership, so that the success rate will be greater......"

"Unfortunately, no."

Dellaw's smile narrowed a little, and he calmly refused, "They will have a chance to take the mask out of the Garden of Eden in the future, but not now." Moreover, even if you don't count the reward for completing the task, this part of the current advance alone is far beyond its dangerous level. ”

"If you're not willing to carry out this mission, I can help you apply for an exchange with someone else."

As soon as the words fell, 'Jealousy' immediately fell silent, and 'Gluttony' continued to drink the bowl of cream soup that he couldn't finish without hesitation.

Seeing that the two of them no longer objected, Dellaw bowed his head slightly, and then added:

"If you have an accident and you can't solve it on your own, you can try to name it, and it will save you."

"What's the name?" 'Gluttony' eyes moved slightly, and he put the bowl down suddenly.

Dellaw's expression suddenly became serious:

"It comes from the sacred texts of the Creator of the Third Age, and it deals with the highest mysteries of the spiritual realm, and is closely related to something in our Psychic Alchemy.

"It's 'Adam.'"

(End of chapter)