Silent Crown Chapter 29: Notes

　　 At this moment, thousands of miles away.

　　 In the afternoon, the blazing sun fell on the wasteland. Pulled by sixteen horses, the train galloped on the rails.

　　Public long-distance carriage, this is the result of the traffic vision that Anglo has developed vigorously in recent decades. Powered by the modified and modulated steeds, the carriages are driven to run on the rails. It avoids the ‘special trouble’ that may be caused by large-scale mechanical power, and also takes into account practicality. Although the fares are high, there are still many travelers who are willing to choose this convenient method of travel.

　　In the empty carriage, the young man in a black trench coat leaned on the bench, thinking seriously about how to enjoy the inferior glass of after-dinner red wine in front of him-this is also the last leftover from the journey It's fun.

　　 Apart from him, there are only a few people in the long carriage, an elderly couple preparing to return to their hometown, a writer who seems to be living in an embarrassing life, and two young men and women in love.

　　 This afternoon is extremely quiet.

　　 "Now that kid is almost at Avalon, right?"

　　Wolf flute counted the time and looked back to Avalon’s direction: "With the teacher's recommendation letter, his enrollment shouldn't be a problem, um, bring that notebook..."

　　 After thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to laugh three times.

When 　　 is ridiculous, it will affect the new wounds between the chest and abdomen, so he gave it up.

　　 From midnight four days ago to the present, he changed his clothes and status 16 times, changed to countless vehicles, and after three fierce battles that nearly killed himself, he left ten With a dead body.

　　 Now, he finally got rid of the group of people temporarily, but after a while, they will catch up like wild dogs, right? For the black box that didn't exist in their body for a long time, how long would they run around the whole West with them?

　　 Thinking of this, Wolf Flute couldn't help but want to laugh three times, admiring his cleverness and wit.

　　Who would have thought that he would hand over the contents of the black box to the child who did not spend more than ten hours together? Who would doubt that a white-haired kid of Eastern descent would be involved in this kind of thing?

　　 This is what the teacher called "Darkness Chen Cang", right?

　　 Come to attract firepower by yourself, the real holy relic will sleep in the cover of the note, and be sent to Avalon peacefully to complete his mission. As long as it is still in Avalon, there will never be a problem...

　　 He squinted his eyes, enjoying the laziness and drowsiness brought by the warm sun.

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　　 "Yeah, who can think of it?"

　　 A soft and tender voice rang out in front of him, awakening him from his drowsiness, but he felt like he was still sleeping.

　　 Because if it's not a dream, how can the scene in front of you appear?

　　 In this place, which is 300 kilometers away from the population, there is no way to supply anything except quick-frozen beef pasta and chicken rice in the broken car... Can you even have such a big meal?

　　 Freshly seasoned fruits and vegetables are poured with salad dressing, exuding a sweet smell. The fragrant French mushroom soup was cruelly tossed aside, without even being tasted.

　　 Masai fish soup and foie gras steak were squeezed by the huge lobster and almost fell under the table. The pheasant cooked in red wine still has an attractive color, but it is not worth even a glance from its owner.

　　 In this huge pile of meals enough to squeeze out any gluttony wallet, the inferior chicken gratin that Wolfflute had just finished looked very lonely and pitiful.

　　 "I have to say, this plan is pretty good." As if the voice of a young man rang.

　　 just behind the table, the young man in a black dress slowly combed his waist-length blond hair behind his head, and then wrapped himself in a napkin.

　　 In the end, he held a knife and fork, raised his beautiful face, and smiled flawlessly:

　　 "Unfortunately, some people are already suspicious."

　　The wolf flute's body became tense subconsciously. He squeezed his flute tightly and felt the pre-recorded music reverberate in it. As long as a finger snaps, he can burst out instantly, summoning the ghost wolves.

　　 But even so, his heart is still uneasy, and he feels depressed from the heart.

　　 "Who are you?" he asked in a deep voice.

　　 "A boring question." The boy glanced at him: "Why don't you relax a little? After all, tension doesn't help."

　　 said, he pushed the French soup in front of the wolf flute: "No, would you like to have some? It would be better to drink it while it is hot."

　　 Then, the saliva of the wolf flute came out unconvincingly......

　　 He swallowed his saliva, and struggled to put an end to the temptation to avoid dying in a bowl of soup:

　　 "Hey, what do you mean by what you just said?"

　　 "That's what it means, someone has already started to doubt it." The mysterious young man glanced in Avalon's direction: "Now, the whole Avalon city is probably starting to look for the white-haired boy.

　　 Someone has a pretty big price, no matter whether they live or die, just take notes. "

　　 "I don't know what you are talking about."

　　The wolf flute responded coldly.

　　 "It doesn't matter if you don't know it, it doesn't matter if you know it, anyway, things will turn out to be such an interesting situation. But don't worry, there will be no big things going on with the Oriental Imp...probably."

　　The boy spread his hands generously, smiling cheerfully and happily: "After all, this is a rare play. It will make me happy for two or three months. Well, it's worth celebrating!"

　　 said, he snapped his fingers.

　　The waiter who appeared from nowhere came holding a bottle of red wine with an old label, and the mellow taste spread from the glass in the boy's hand.

　　The boy shook the glass hosibly: "My collection, the white wine from the time of King Louis, do you want some?"

　　 "No, I have." Wolf flute replied indifferently.

　　The boy snorted and glanced at the wine glass of the wolf flute: "If I were you, I wouldn't touch it. After all, bad wine is bad wine, even if it has poison, it can't change it too much."

　　 "What did you...say?"

　　"Well, it’s a rare and good ingredient named'agave'. It has a quick effect and a strong effect. It can stop a mammoth’s heart in three minutes. Apart from the strong taste of alcohol, there are no other shortcomings. Up."

　　The red wine in the boy's hand suddenly changed and turned into a slender test tube. In the test tube, the caterpillar slowly twisted and turned pink because of the excessively hot temperature in the air.

　　The larva of the blue moth, which is a different kind of creature that is only used for poison detection. Even a little bit of toxicity will make it react and transform in advance...

　　 As the test tube tilted, the larva rolled into the inferior red wine, and then screamed harshly.

　　 is like a piece of burning magnesium falling into the water. The red wine boils, rolls quickly, and evaporates.

　　 Until the end, there was only one moth fluttering frantically with deformed wings in the wine glass. Under the bewilderment of the sun, the moth slammed its head against the glass, and the slurry shot.

　　 "It's so disgusting, I suddenly lose the mood to eat at all."

　　 The young man frowned slightly, and sighed softly: "I would have let you die if I knew it."

　　 "Hey, you..."

　　 "This is the end of the pleasant chat, Mr. Wolfflute..."

　　The boy interrupted him and raised his arrogant eyebrows. The handsome face was full of indifference: "When you parte, I wish you can struggle for a few more days."

　　 "However, as a reward for chatting with me, let me remind you of one thing."

　　His figure became more and more hazy, but in the blur, a cold voice came:

　　"During the journey, where are so many people who happen to be with you..."

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　　In an instant, the wolf flute woke up from a short dream, sweating.

　　 He seemed to blink for a long time before staying in the dream. But he wakes up now, everything is still where it was.

　　 And that glass of inferior red wine, still intact, exudes a slight fragrance.

　　 He held up the wine glass in front of him in silence, and stared at the rest of the passengers through the reflection of the red wine, looking at them either exhausted or excited.

　　 Finally, he saw the secrets in those eyes.

　　 There seemed to be soft footsteps from the top of the carriage, and under the floor, it seemed like a creature was climbing silently.

　　 "Even my last fun was ruined..."

　　 The wolf flute sighed, poured the red wine on the ground, the wine snorted.

　　 "You guys, make me angry."

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　　 Avalon, Midtown, Lima Hotel.

　　The night is gradually rising.

　　The old man called the ghost hand is still smoking his pipe.

　　 He is like a common old man in Avalon, sitting on a bench on the street, enjoying the coolness this summer night.

　　 "Are you sure you saw him live here?" he asked ~IndoMTL.com~Beside the bench, the scruffy homeless man squatting on the ground nodded and pointed to the hotel: "An oriental kid with white hair, It’s not wrong to bring a dog."

　　 "I hope you know the price of deceiving the shaman."

　　 Guishou threw a heavy money bag into his arms and waved.

　　In the shadow of the alley, a group of burly men rushed out. They strangled the entry and exit passages of the front and rear doors silently and orderly, and then the two leading men raised their hammers and smashed the door open.

　　 After leaving two people to watch the door, the group rushed into the hotel while holding the murder weapon.

　　 The people passing by were startled, and they hid in the distance and looked at the direction of the hotel in surprise. There was a loud noise from the hotel, like smashing the door and picking a lock. The frightened residents screamed and then shut their mouths obediently under threat. The lady boss squatted behind the counter in fear and whimpered.

　　 After a slap of knocking and knocking, everything soon fell silent.

　　 Someone got a distant signal, frowned, and whispered in the ear of the ghost: "Sir, no."

　　Guishou smoked in silence and glanced at the tramp beside him.

　　 Under his glance, the homeless man was stunned, as if he was frozen, but he could still move and tremble. The look in his eyes became puzzled and horrified.

　　 "Look again."

　　Ghost said softly.

　　 There was another screaming sound, a crackling sound came from the three-story hotel, and the violent search and destruction began again.