After the Redek Strait, it's the battlefield.

It is indeed difficult for those who have not been here to adapt to such a cold terrain, and the electric revolution that has been in place for three years in the heart of the empire does not seem to have had much impact on the other side of the strait, and the urban areas along the coast still use the old steam system, because what is needed here is not fast and convenient productivity, but temperature.

The heat from the huge underground steam pipe pours out from the sewer, condenses when it encounters cold temperatures, and even turns into ice crystals before it quickly falls, but in the place where the heat is concentrated, it will show a thick fog-like hazy feeling, which is very incompatible, but in this coastal city closest to life and death, there is a dreamlike beauty.

A convoy of military vehicles marched through the wet streets, the cold wind and dampness, passing through the cracks of some old buildings, sometimes breaking away from the temperature of the steam, condensing, cutting the faces of the marching troops, and then crashing into the glass and sliding into a cloud of broken ice.

Erin lifted the glass bezel of the armored car and looked at the deserted streets around her, and for a few seconds, some hoarfrost hung on her slender eyelashes.

As the largest investor in the Soul Vision, the businesswoman has been deeply involved in the Empire's armies over the years, and ordinary arms manufacturers are like a bunch of street vendors selling slingshots.

It has to be said that from the very beginning of investing in Franklin's research, to later funding the Darwin Recovery Plan, contracting the construction of more than 50 imperial power generation base stations, and finally in the Academy of Life Sciences, obtaining the right to supply materials for the production of soul vision devices.

A series of investments are extremely adventurous and beyond the average vision, and the returns are incomparably amazing.

Now, Erin. Miss Adler wants to come to the front line to see her machines, all the way under the militarized protection of the commander.

Lowering the window, Erin rubbed her fingers, which were a little red from the cold, and complained a little depressedly about the strange temperature of alternating hot and cold.

The tall man sitting across from her remained silent.

Although Godfrey has always been a poor verberal, it can be seen that he is more silent than usual at this time, or anxious.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?" Erin seemed to be in a good mood, and she rarely took the initiative to ask.

Godfrey was silent for a long time, and finally slowly spoke: "Miss, isn't it inappropriate to come to the front line at this time. ”

I have to say that when Erin laughs, she really has a different charm that is not inferior to Nightingale, this charm comes from a woman's wandering and tossing and turning in all classes, from her grasp of people's hearts, from a businessman's experience, intuition, vision, mood, and a smile with so many charms.

So what Godfrey meant, she couldn't have been clearer.

"You're trying to say that it's a bit risky to help Sherlock at a time like this." Irene said faintly: "Hehe, you may have misunderstood me, I do think Sherlock is a very good man, but at the same time, don't forget, I am a businessman."

My overtures to Sherlock have so far paid off in a significant and immeasurable amount.

Although he was already a wanted criminal, it was a bit of a risk to help him.

But there is no merchant who does not take risks. ”

Hearing this, Godfrey's brows became even more gloomy, and he thought about it again and again, and finally spoke again: "But Miss, the previous investment in Sherlock was at least based on the fact that he was still a normal citizen of the Empire.

We make money, we make the money of the Empire, and I really can't imagine what we can do in return for continuing to help a fugitive at this time. ”

"Of course it pays off." Erin said: "There is no distinction between high and low businessmen, as long as they have money.

Whether it is the money of the empire or not, it does not matter at all.

Listen to Sherlock, there are humans on the other side of the gates of hell.

Of course, they also want to make money. ”

Godfrey opened his mouth slightly.

Of course, he knew that his young lady was a person with absolute business acumen and pure merchant gambling, otherwise she would not have spent such an astonishing price when she saw herself when she was passing by the execution ground.

Afterwards, Godfrey once asked Erin why she was willing to buy only her own life with so much money, enough money to support an army.

Erin's answer at the time was something he still remembers.

She said she liked to be quiet, and it was impossible to really bring so many people around.

Moreover, she spent so much money to buy a bodyguard, in other words, to buy her own life.

In her eyes, this is very profitable.

Well, maybe the businessman's thinking is such a jump, and even his own life has a price that can be compared.

But going to the other side of hell to make money?

Godfrey took a deep breath, and inexplicably felt that being Miss's bodyguard was really an incomparably honorable thing.

Of course, he also knows very well that businessmen are the best at making up lies.

So at this point, he still couldn't be sure whether the young lady really wanted to do the biggest business in the history of the saint, or whether he couldn't let the guy named Sherlock die.

Merchants, women, are the most elusive animals.

Long before Erin arrived in the Redek Strait, a Holy Cult airship had landed in the ice and snow, and nearly a thousand soldiers stepped out of the airship and into the army's transport, and they had to travel for several days and nights before they could finally enter the Great Expedition.

As for the airship, it needed an overnight refueling to get back on course.

At night, on the periphery of a military base, there was a sudden small noise in the storage warehouse of the airship.

In a small corner that should have been unloaded, a small corner that was not easy to notice, suddenly a piece of steel was removed, and a huge figure crawled out from behind the baffle.

The six or seven meters tall volume was quiet, as if trying his best to curl up his body a little smaller, half-squatting and crawling out of the warehouse, and clinging to the wall, bending his waist, and moving forward a little bit on his toes, for fear of making a little movement.

But at this moment, there was a "click", and on a pile of goods racks not far away, someone lit a cigarette and took a puff, and before the lighter went out, it happened to illuminate the "No Smoking" sign on the wall.

It also illuminates Sherlock's embarrassed face.

"I said, do you know how big you are? Still here looking like a petty thief. He muttered angrily to Crimson.

Crimson looked around worriedly, and found that it seemed to be safe, so she straightened her curled back, and complained in her consciousness: "You have no conscience, I'm not afraid of being discovered, and then let you be hunted down?" ”

"As long as you don't run directly into the camp and smash the wall with your teeth and claws, no one will find you." Sherlock smiled, looking at the crimson look just now, he unconsciously thought of the ridiculous appearance of an elephant trying to use the grass to cover its body.

"Hey, the two of us are still conscious, don't think about that weird picture in your head." Crimson said with a huff.

Soon, Sherlock opened the door to the warehouse.

This is the front line, and the human coalition will definitely not think that in the middle of the night, there will be demons sneaking into the warehouse and driving the airship away, so there are not many people patrolling around, and the two figures, one big and one small, quickly sneaked into the night.

After more than half a year, Sherlock has returned to this battlefield between humans and demons, but he was still a hero when he left, and now, he is the most hated fugitive from the empire called the demon, no matter how you think about it, it is embarrassing.

"Actually, I've been thinking about whether if I want you to directly shut down all the holy light in the entire empire, will it directly lead to the third demon invasion event." In the middle of the snowy night, Sherlock suddenly asked.

“.” Crimson was silent for a moment, then looked at Sherlock with a lunatic-like look: "First of all, I really didn't expect you to be so mad.

Although you feel that the whole empire is sorry for you now, but you have already messed up the empire, do you want to take all the humans with you to bury you? ”

Speaking of this, Crimson changed her tone very helplessly:

"Also, I have to tell you, my body is the console of the artificial sun, you should know, I was created to protect humanity.

As for the humans of World 11 in 800 years, or the humans of World 12 now, it makes no difference to me, the hatred between you is just the negative emotions that time has given you to each other.

If you want me to start a genocidal project, that's impossible.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't do it. ”

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and he heard the strange name of World 12 again.

Of course, he also knew that if he asked about this kind of thing now, he would definitely encounter Crimson pretending to be stupid again.

Crimson also seemed to realize this, so she changed the topic very directly: "So, what should we do now, we won't go all the way to the gates of hell like this." ”

The voice did not fall

In the wind and snow in the distance, a white light came from far and near,

(End of chapter)