"Sir, our train has a special storage space for luggage on the carriage, but neither horse nor carriage can do. The train can accommodate some small animals, such as your cat, but we cannot carry horses. The size of the carriage is too large, and it is unrealistic to simply use it as luggage, so I'm sorry."

At the reception desk of the station, the station staff "ruthlessly" rejected Donald's request, even if they were extra money, they would not do it.

"Can we put the luggage on the train first? We are going to send the carriage to the carriage for sale, and the luggage on it cannot be moved back one by one by one."

Donald had no big expectations about the fact that the carriage could be on the train, and he got a negative answer, so he asked about other ways to save energy and time.

"Of course, the tickets you bought were...two hours later, Platform 7... should be the third train today. It is now under maintenance in the garage. Some parts need to be equipped with moisture-proof devices. There are special carts in the station. If you have a large amount of luggage, you may need to pay more, of course, it will not exceed 1 shilling."

"No problem, run your luggage first."

Being able to deliver your luggage onto the train in advance solved a problem. After the receptionist contacted the person who was transporting the goods, Donald and his group returned to the carriage and began to unload things down.

The task of selling carriages was finally handed over to Anthony and Stephanie. One of them is experienced, while the other has a natural charm bonus. I believe that you can sell the carriages at a good price by just finding a carriage shop.

The remaining few people went to buy something that could pass the time on the train. The last time I only sat for one day, I felt bored. This time I took two days to go to Corta, so I naturally had to prepare some things.

The purchase ended half an hour before getting on the bus. Donald was holding a pair of poker and a pair of games that could be played by multiple people, and Julia and Lilo were holding a bag of various types of snacks in his hands.

"Donald, your space ring has found a place for forging!"

Stephanie ran over with an umbrella in her hand and said excitedly.

"What?"

Donald didn't understand what she meant and turned his eyes to Anthony again.

"When we were selling carriages, we heard people in the carriages talking about the situation in Corta. They said that Corta is the largest city of craftsmen in the Ryan Empire, and it is also a gathering place for believers of the gods of craftsmanship and forging. I think there may be someone who can help you create this space ring."

"This is good news, Corta, the city of craftsmen, tsk... do we have to find a way to get a detailed map? If you two hadn't heard of it this time, you might have missed it."

The maps they have in their hands are the most basic, only marked the route, and there is no introduction to the city, and there is no one in the team who knows about inland cities. Every time they go to a place, they cannot slowly explore the local characteristics and rules.

"I agree that when I arrive at Corta, I can go and find something like this. In fact, I remember when I was in Demingham, I read a book with the name "City Record". The contents are compiled by writers from major cities. They record the customs and customs of major cities in the Ryan Empire, which should be helpful."

Anthony held an apple in his hand, and his eyes accidentally swept forward, and froze on a group nearby and continued,

"Donald, on the bench on the right platform, are those people the group of knights and injured we met last night?"

Looking along Anthony's direction, Donald soon noticed the group of people. It was indeed similar to the appearance. Several people were carrying long swords on their waists, and two people in the team were carrying a stretcher. The one lying on it was probably the one Donald and the others had met in the woods outside Delchimo.

Their location is platform 7. It is necessary to get on the train in this state. Donald subconsciously glanced at the person on the stretcher a few more times. If he remembered correctly, the person was injured and had been wet for a long time. He was not in Delchimo's healing but had to go to Corta. Are you not afraid of his injuries on the train getting worse?

Because of curiosity and nothing to do when waiting for the train, Donald would take a look at it from time to time. As soon as the train entered the station, they got on the train directly.

They were not in the same carriage as Donald and his group, and the distance was still far away.

"You can remember to come here after you put the things down. We play poker. It's really boring to stay alone on rainy days."

Since he bought poker, he naturally had to use it. Donald's proposal was quickly responded. As soon as he sat down, Stephanie, wearing a plain long skirt, came in with a bag of dried fruits and sat directly on Donald's bed.

Seeing Donald's clumsy movements when he opened the playing card box, he couldn't help laughing out loud while taking the poker box over. He picked up the nails of his little finger and picked up the outer packaging, and glanced at the former with a smug look.

Julia took off her coat, folded it, placed it on the pillow at the head of the bed, and bowed and pressed it hard before putting her beige and gray raccoon hat on it. The little tail behind her had to circle around the brim before nodding and turning around.

This was the gift Anthony brought to her when she returned from selling the carriage, which was obviously very much to her wish.

The second person to come was Lilo. She sat on the other side of Donald's window, staring at the car window with her eyes fixed on it. The raindrops fell on it, at first, with small drops of water, and then slowly drew a trace of water on the window. Occasionally, the wind blew, and the trajectory would undergo various changes, which made her fascinated.

The last one came was Anthony, holding a small cake in his hand and sat down beside Julia, and looked back at the neatly slanted little raccoon hat, his eyes were filled with relief, and there was a little smile on his face.

Donald just smiled after seeing this scene. He remembered Anthony once told him that his daughter likes to wear cute plush hats.

"Speak first, I don't know what the rules of playing cards in Demingham are like. You have to explain it to me first, and then, we have to have a lottery ticket. I give each person 20p. Whoever loses first and then has to cut fruit for several others, how about it?"

Donald put the change he had given to him in the store when he was buying things on the table, and a handful of coins were spread out, each with his own numbers.

"Tsk, they are all adults, and they can't even play poker?"

Stephanie recently fell in love with a bickering with Donald, probably because she thought she was too much in Donald before.

"Do you think I usually play with Susanna all day like you? I'm very busy."

"I don't believe it... Speaking of Susanna, I don't know where she is now. We left Demingham, Horn and the others have to find the team members again?"

During this period, either he was busy rushing on the road or had all kinds of things. Now that he mentioned this, Stephanie thought of their original companions.

"Of course I'll find new players."

In fact, Donald knew from Nancy that Horn was actually another person who was chosen as the escort. The Rose Squad had actually disappeared long ago, but it was a secret, so he couldn't tell Stephanie, so he could only echo a few words.

Beep~beep~beep~

The sound of the whistle when the train leaves the station is the signal of the start of the card game. The heavy rain outside the window does not affect the mood of the few people. The yellow lights that light up in the carriage are a bit warm.

But in another carriage, the yellow light added a bit of solemnity to the atmosphere here.

The injured person who had been lying on a stretcher was lying on the bed, and someone was checking his wound.

"Captain...I should have a look at you, and there seems to be something wrong with the wound..."

There must naturally be a doctor in a mature team. Donald and his group have the inscription scroll of the wizard Donald, and this knight team is a professionally trained doctor. However, even if he is professional, he can no longer understand the scene.

"What's wrong? Is the wound suppurated or inflamed?"

Taking off his helmet and his fluffy blonde hair fell. The female knight-headed, privately known as the Flower of Morning Light by other members of the Knights, was now full of sorrow. The priest of the Morning Light Church in front of him was ordered to escort him to Corta this time.

"Not all, but something else... I can't say it well, you'd better see it yourself. This is really strange."

The doctor stood up and moved out of his position, walked to the side, blocking the other knights of the Morning Light Church outside.

The female knight stood up and walked to the priest and squatted down. Her eyes fell on the wound between his waist and abdomen. After only a few seconds, she subconsciously covered her mouth and prevented her from exclaiming. She turned to look at the doctor next to her and gave him a wink. The latter understood and separated the other knights and pulled directly to the door of the sleeper box.

"How did it become like this?"

After the door outside closed, the female knight chief whispered in a panic.

When the priest was bandaged last night, there was only a bullet piercing through the wound. The doctor at Delchimo Hospital also said that as long as the bandage and dressing were changed in time, you could rush to the road. However, under the bandage that appeared in front of her, something strange was squirming, and the blood had almost soaked the area around the priest's wound.

"Jacqueline, I...hiss~ I feel something is wrong with my wound, itchy...it's very itchy!"

The priest turned his head and his cheeks, which were already pale due to his injuries, were even more black at this moment, and his eyes were deep and looked a little scary at this moment. He seemed to have hundreds of ants gnawing at the wound, which was about to drive him crazy, but his daily practice still made him stick to his reason.

"Don't worry, I'll call the doctor in to help you see. It's probably because of inflammation. You lie down and we'll change some medicine for you...Bray, come in!"

Jacqueline pulled out the knife from her waist and called the doctor outside again and continued,

"I'm going to cut the bandage open and retreat the wound. You can help me hold the priest."

"Okay, I get it."

The doctor raised his elbow and wiped the sweat that did not exist on his face, pressing the priest's shoulder.

The female knight used the tip of the short knife to penetrate the bandage horizontally, picked a break, and then slowly cut the bandage along the break.

Thorny ~

Before she could cut the bandage open, the things under the bandage had already stretched it out!

Silly~

The short knife fell in his hand, and the female knight was stunned. Looking at the wound in front of her, a chill rushed straight to the back of her head from behind.

Some blood-colored short tentacles were produced around and inside the wound that should have been just a blood hole. They kept swaying around and in the center of the wound. Where these tentacles had slapped, a very small gap appeared. The wound that originally had only one blood hole was now densely covered with a large number of gaps...

The priest felt itchy and tingling because of these weird flesh tentacles!

"What's wrong? Is my wound very inflamed?"

The priest was pressed by the doctor and could not raise his head. He did not know the condition of his wound, nor could he see the shocked expressions on the faces of the two people beside him.

"It's a bit serious. I may have to scrape off the rotten flesh and blood, and then release you a Chenhui treatment. Can you hold back the pain?"

Looking at the flesh tentacles in front of her, Jacqueline's first reaction was to cut them all off. Her intuition told her that these were definitely not good things!

"It's okay, just use the knife, I can hold it back."

As a believer in the Morning Light Church, his willpower is beyond doubt.

"Okay, I'm going to start cutting."

He raised a knife to cut the flesh tentacles against the skin. The female knight knew that long pain was better than short pain, so he didn't feel embarrassed when he cut it. After cutting it with one knife, five flesh tentacles immediately fell to the ground.

The priest lying on the bed suddenly let out a muffled groan and his body began to tremble violently. The experienced doctor quickly took out a long folded towel from his waist bag and stuffed it into the priest's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

"Jacqueline, don't stop, solve it at once!"

Give up at this time is undoubtedly the stupidest move. Since you have cut it, you have to cut it cleanly.

Jacqueline waved her knife repeatedly, her lips trembling, but her palms were extremely stable. Her willpower was obviously extremely strong. After a while, she cleaned up the flesh tentacles around the wound, leaving only some gaps with blood seeping outwards. The priest had already fainted.

The fainting at this time is actually a happy thing.

"vulnerary."

Take the ointment from the doctor's hand, Jacqueline quickly applied them to the wound, then knelt on one knee, stood with her fingers on her forehead and prayed.

The next second, a rich green light rose up around the priest, especially at the location of his wound, with the green light the strongest.

"Jacqueline! This, this, this..."

The military doctor stuttered, his voice even sharp.

The female knight opened her eyes and saw the regenerated flesh tentacles. Although the size was much smaller than before, the growth rate was not slow at all.
Chapter completed!