The train continued on its way for 18 days.

In addition to passing through some small cities, replenish the supplies in the car. Yanan barely got out of the car, except for playing with Andrea all day, that is, sitting on the watchtower with Alfred to watch the scenery.

In the practice room, Andrea and Yanan are sparring.

Andrea's double dagger attacked quickly, and the blade swung into several afterimages, which hit the standard knife as a sound, and Yanan blocked it with the knife a few times, and then resolved all the attacks. He then raised his sword and slashed upward, forcing Andrea back.

"Whew. It's been less than a year, and I'm no match for you anymore. ”

The uncle raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Yanan put the knife into the sheath.

"It's still uncle, you taught it well, in fact, uncle, I didn't see where you cut at the last knife at that time."

Yanan took a sip of water and handed the cup to the uncle.

"So I chose to use the advantage of the knife length to force the uncle away."

"Now I'm smart and I know how to maximize my advantage."

The uncle took the cup of water and took a big sip.

"Every battle of our guards is on the verge of life and death, whether it is ability, physique, or even the stone in hand, it must be transformed into its own advantage. That's what you told me, uncle. ”

"Hahaha!" The uncle burst out laughing.

"I've given you an education, and I've forgotten where my strengths are."

Yanan walked to the window, and the plain outside the window was extremely quiet.

"How long since we left the city, we haven't seen anyone?" Yanan asked.

"There can't be people outside the city." The uncle also stood in front of the window.

"Why?"

Yanan's heart stopped for half a beat.

"Because places that are not popular are easy to be invaded by filth."

"Didn't the people in the Inquisition say that the more people there are, the more dirty things will be attracted?"

"That's not what I said." The uncle touched his head.

I remember the original text was

"O pure believers, lust produces iniquity, and iniquity is the root of filth, take your desires into your heart, make your iniquity public, and let the flame cleanse the filth."

"So what does this have to do with the lack of people?" Yanan asked rhetorically.

"The more people, the greater the power of the flame."

"Only where there are a lot of people will there be materialism."

The uncle's head was touching faster and faster, and it was already starting to reflect.

"Ah, anyway, that's what the book says, and so does the people in the Inquisition, but most of the tragedies that caused the loss of life due to the invasion of filth are also in those villages and towns, and naturally people have also poured into the cities."

"Bang." Andrea lit a cigarette, squinted and took a deep breath.

Yanan glanced out the window at the mountains that kept passing by, then grabbed the tricorne hat on the pylons and left the practice room.

"What's next?"

Yanan sat at the large square table in the captain's car, opposite the commander who was blowing clouds and fog with his back to him, and three circles of cigarette butts were neatly wrapped around the edge of the square table

"What? Tired of being in the car? ”

"Hmm." Yanan replied honestly.

"Young people really need to walk outside, otherwise they will be out of energy, and they will be in Bakr tomorrow."

"Okay." Yanan always spoke so succinctly and clearly to the commander, but in fact, he was not a cold person.

Yanan retreated to the door, a pack of envelopes was thrown over, and it rested firmly in his hand, Yanan opened it and saw that it was four rolls of silver bills.

"The next stop is the last big city on our way, let's go out and have some fun."

Yanan greeted the captain who was leaning back on the leather chair, turned around and closed the car door.

Bahar Station.

At the largest station in the northern part of the Serdan Sect, in addition to the crowd on the platform, a full 32 tracks were covered with snow, and Yanan's train slowly cut two black lines on the ground.

Yanan changed into an ordinary long trench coat and stood on the stairs, watching the hawkers who rushed up after the people in the car got off.

The majestic and thick carriage at the front is parked outside the platform, undisturbed, the middle carriage is slightly mottled, the hawkers gather in front of the window, peddling goods to the passengers inside, and the rear carriage is like canned food, after Yanan and other guards have finished patrolling, three gaps are opened from the bottom of the side of the carriage, and countless mouths and noses can be seen inside, greedily breathing in the fresh air, occasionally a few clenched fists are stretched out and waved, signaling the hawkers that they want to barter.

Yanan lowered his tricorne hat and turned into the crowd in the waiting hall.

Contrary to what you might think, the streets of Bahar City are full of life, with pedestrians carrying large bags of goods, vendors shouting at every passerby, and people eating and drinking in taverns even lining up on the sidewalks, and the bustle and wind and snow fill the sky.

The joyful atmosphere made Yanan's mood unconsciously active, and he raised his head to familiarize himself with this strange world.

Walking along the main road, passing through the streets, Yanan noticed that there were more women around him.

They wear clothes of different styles, highlighting the beauty of women.

Even the supposedly ruthless guards have fantasies about girls.

Yanan looked at the women walking by the street with interest, some were young and beautiful, some were mature and charming, and some were slender and coquettish, all of which brought a deep impression to Xiao Yanan, and even more boldly took the initiative to find that Yanan was looking at himself, and took the initiative to fly towards him, making him quickly pull down his three-cornered hat and hurriedly walk towards the depths of the street with a touch of light red.

After calming down, the shop windows on both sides were filled with trendy clothes that were rarely seen on the train.

It seems that he has walked into the clothing street, and it seems to be quite high-end, and he realized it later.

Yanan began to look at the display windows on the street, and gradually, he wandered again.

The eye was drawn to a silhouette of a jade stand.

Different from other graceful styles on the street, the lapel academic uniform looked more simple and beautiful, and the high ponytail at the back naturally flew over the shoulders, and finally fell on the fingertips of the girl.

Yanan slowed down, the distance between the girl's heel and the girl's heel became shorter and shorter, and the pupils were firmly nailed to the center of the eyes, but the afterglow remained for a moment.

Three or two more steps, and the shoulders will be staggered from the figure.

"Are you a costume designer?"

Yanan stopped and turned around slowly.

"Yes, miss, what are you doing?"

"Hello, excuse me." The girl bowed slightly.

"Can you help me pick out a dress?"

"What kind of occasion is the young lady going to attend?" Yanan asked.

"Hmm... The girl clenched her chin with her fist.

"What kind of style do you like?" Yanan tried to give one more opinion.

"It's easier than this." The girl lifted the hem of her dress with both hands and smiled.

"Miss, please come with me."

Yanan ghost envoy agreed to the girl's request, and now his heart is about to contract into a point.

The girl followed him, his gaze swaying between the corner of his coat and the window.

The torment finally prevailed over the joy.

The two stopped in front of a shop with autumn clothes displayed in the window.

"Wait a minute."

Yanan strode into the store.

Under the surprised gaze of the waiter, he took out two rolls of banknotes from his pocket and hurriedly stuffed them into the waiter's hand, nodded vigorously to the waiter, and then slowly walked to the glass door, put one hand behind his back, held the handrail with the other, and slowly pushed the door open.

"Please come in, Miss."

"It's pretty beautiful, but it's winter, so wouldn't it be too cold?"

In front of the fire in the closet, the girl lifted the lake blue dress and turned it around twice, twisted her waist slightly, and tilted her head to look at Yanan on the side.

"Painting a different color often requires different combinations of pigments."

The waiter on the side said.

"Ahem, the costume needs to be matched."

Yanan frantically searched every inch of the store, and finally saw a beige shawl.

"Please bring me that shawl."

The waiter winked at Yanan and handed the shawl into his hand.

Finally, under the waiter's uncompetitive eyes, Yanan handed the shawl to the girl.

The girl glanced at Yanan lightly, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. Wrap the shawl around the back of your neck and pull your long hair out.

What now?

The girl turned around in front of the fire, and the gauze in her hand fell down just below her ankles.

The flame in Yanan's eyes was completely occupied by the girl.

The lines start from the tip of the beauty, cross the white and full heaven, the cheeks are slightly childish, and when the line reaches the chin, it falls down, and finally slowly outlines a rounded arc at the end.

The brush falls again, first a few points of starlight fall in the eyes, then let the mountain beam curl up, and finally hook the tip of the pen at the corner of the mouth.

The black hair around the waist is the curtain, and the blue dress can't hide the curves.

His eyes finally fell on the slight ravine, and instead of complimenting immediately, Yanan took off the triangular hat on his head, took off the three-tailed feathers on the tip of the hat, and hung it on the girl's chest with the silver chain handed by the waiter.

Down is like a mist between mountain cliffs.

The girl was a little surprised, and this time laughed softly.

After caressing the feather with your fingertips, curtsy the knees.

"Cedar Thea, hello."

"You're really a costume designer, I guessed right."

Thea and Yanan walked side by side, talking one after another.

"My husband is a costume designer at our store, so I don't need to spend money to choose clothes for a beautiful lady in the store." The clerk smiled and packed the two pieces of clothing and handed them to Yanan.

Yanan secretly stuffed the last roll of banknotes into the clerk's hand under the paper bag.

"Well, how do you see that?"

Yanan shifted his gaze diagonally downward.

"Because the clothes you're wearing are quite unique."

Thea took the tricorne from Yanan's hand, "It's been a long time since I've seen anyone wearing this hat, what's the name of this hat?" ”

She held her hat high above her head with both hands, and the narrow folded wings on either side of the hat looked like eagles spreading their wings in the sunlight, and Siya turned her head to look into Yanan's eyes.

"Wing Cap." He looked away in a bit of a panic.

"What a unique name, just like you."

It's almost the corner of the street.

"That's all for today, sir." Thea bowed slightly, then pulled out a beautiful card from the inside of her robe.

"This is an invitation to the reception of foreign guests at the seminary tomorrow, so if you are free tomorrow, please be sure to be there."

The girl waved and turned, quickly disappearing into the crowd.