If the gray-white rabbit has a certain amount of wisdom and is still here, then he will definitely feel that he is still too naive and will actually think that there is only one person.

The tall Johnson himself is not on the Wanderer route, nor is he like Allen, his skill point has been deviated to a certain extent, but his hiding is still without any trace.

Because if you don’t have enough skills and equipment to make up for it, this is the simplest truth.

"Well, it should be true, but I don't know which carriage they are in."

Although his tone was still cold and there was no extra words, Johnson still told Grain what he wanted to know.

After receiving a positive answer, the two of them returned to their previous cold and quiet atmosphere.

However, this also shows that they value this task. Otherwise, with the two of them having such brilliant mission experience before, they should have done their own work and then finished the work and handed over the task.

It was only because this mission was really important and the difficulty was a bit high that they barely united and maintained a fragile alliance.

However, it is only limited to necessary communication. As for more, don’t think too much about it.

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The sound of whistles from afar resounded throughout the night sky and was brought to their ears by the not-so-cold night wind.

The eight people lurking near this section of railway lit up their eyes and looked at the two light columns that had already shined with light, as well as the huge steel body that was blurred in the darkness.

"Here you come."

Although there was no communication, the gradually tensed bodies and the changing breathing expressed the same thoughts.

The next moment, the roaring train honking from far to near, stabbing them like a spear in the hands of the charge knight.

...

In the south of the empire, an ancient and emerging city coexisted, in the study of the Augustus family.

"Ahem. Abbott, where are those people? Is there any news coming back?"

In the room with a dim light, a man wearing a black cloak and a sallow complexion sat on the seat, holding his left hand on the table and covering his mouth and nose with his right hand, and asked in a very weak voice.

His skeleton is a bit wide and his facial features are handsome. If he is healthy, he must be an extremely heroic man.

But now he is just a wasteful person who is surviving and is ill and weak.

"The head of the family, I sent the specific situation only at noon today, and no news has been heard at this time."

The old man standing in the shadow said expressionlessly. Looking at this man who was seriously injured and seemed to be losing at any time, there was no sympathy in his eyes, but only a deep sense of pleasure hidden.

"Is there no news yet? Cough cough." Dalton, with a pale complexion, coughed heavily again, then took a breath like a broken bellows before saying slowly, "Then remember if there is any news, you must report it to me as soon as possible."

"By the way, I'll pay more attention to those people in the underground world that take on tasks. That's free labor."

Abbott's eyes seemed to be slightly bright for a moment, and a trace of expected joy flashed, but it disappeared without a trace in a flash.

"yes."

"Go down."

Click!

The steady and powerful footsteps gradually faded away, and the study room became quiet again, leaving only the voice of one person.
Chapter completed!