In England, where steam technology has emerged, the old custom of alchemy is still retained. Brilliance and iron hoofs cannot conquer people's hearts. Ancient civilizations are worshiped with the belief in gods, and the inexplicable mysterious power has become the best embodiment.
They believe in faith and destiny, and can even shout "praise the gods" on the street, pray and look forward to it. Most of the insiders are incorporated into the museum and assigned to different departments according to different abilities. Live hard and work hard.
"Stay in awe."
Chris suddenly remembered that these were the words he heard when he first joined the Guards.
It is a supreme honor to be given an iron cavalry and a sword hilt, and to awaken the ability to defend the country.
Today, a certain Duke of the Bridget family asked him to go to the territory. What's the damn thing, he actually saw the girl who bravely entered the museum there. She was wearing an exquisite and expensive dress, and her hair was as dazzling as the sun. With her long blond curly hair down, she sat obediently next to the man.
But those smart eyes seemed to be cast in a layer of melancholy.
Probably because he was scolded.
This idea suddenly came to Chris, and he was surprised that he didn't jump up immediately and ask her why she appeared in that damn archives.
What follows are some normal questioning procedures. The Knights are originally managed by the Brittage family, but their escort team is assigned to the museum, so they rarely come into contact with these nobles.
They live in the most prosperous central area of Beir, England, with large territories and intoxicating power. Like the queen, they are protected in the ivory tower and do not need to be exposed to the darkness and danger of the outside world.
"Captain Chris."
As he was leaving, he heard someone calling him from behind, and the familiar voice made him stop immediately.
The delicate and beautiful lady trotted over with her skirt in hand, her face flushed red from running, and the ring returned to her neck. Under the reflection of the sun, it lit up her neck like a burning flame. The white swan neck.
"Rena Bridget."
This was also the full name of the girl in front of him that he had just learned.
The emerald eyes cleared away the haze, and Rena seemed a little excited when she saw Chris: "You recognize me!"
"The eldest daughter of the Bridge family and the only legal heir to the title. I'm sorry, Miss. Please forgive me for being unreasonable before."
Chris lowered his head slightly to show respect. No wonder he couldn't trace any clues about Reina even though he used the power of the union. The Bridget family protected their princess so well. If there were no accidents, they should never have been like this in this life. Opportunities for face-to-face conversations.
"it's okay no problem."
Reina waved her hands indifferently, that was not what she cared about originally.
Seeing that there was no one around, she quietly pulled Chris to a corner to make sure no one overheard their conversation.
"Captain Chris, I have a favor to ask."
Looking at Lena's side face, Chris was in a trance for a moment.
"What's up?"
"I am under house arrest by my father. I can't get out now. I can only ask you to help me deliver this letter to someone."
"who?"
Chris was curious.
"Black River Detective Agency, Evel von Heinrich."
"..."
"..."
The coffee in front of him gradually became cold, but Chris still maintained the same actions as before. The expression on his face made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Fortunately, the unexpected night did not give him much time to be dazed. The piercing alarm bell rang throughout the office. Like an instinctive reaction, all the guards woke up at this moment in the tense atmosphere. They were almost He grabbed his weapon and immediately rushed out of the lounge.
It was different from ordinary alarm bells. It was another very high-frequency sound. It was a unique alarm sound of Atlas Alchemy Institute. It came from the feedback from the patrol airship responsible for cruising the entire area.
Depending on the degree of danger of the actual situation, different alarms are issued. Listening to the sounds, it appears that the degree and scope of the pollution this time is not large, and is within the controllable range of the escort team.
This is the Heyman Counting Siren. There is no doubt that it is also the work of the Atlas Alchemy Institute. It is based on a certain radiation value to calculate the degree and scope of pollution. It was invented to monitor the entire Polnia. .
The escort members talked a lot:
"I haven't heard this alarm sound for a long time."
"About a year."
"..."
"Captain, there is news from the airship that pollution has appeared near Belfa Street. That area is a suburb with no residents."
A member of the escort rushed into the office and said breathlessly.
"Belfair Street?"
Chris thought of a face that shouldn't appear at this time, a guy who obviously worked well in a museum and also opened a detective agency outside.
"Captain, wait for instructions or dispatch immediately?"
The subordinate team members asked cautiously.
That poor place is far away from the central city, and the Jingdian Knights will definitely not be dispatched. They are the only ones left who have the ability to rescue.
If it were like a year ago...
"You, stay and contact the management department, half of the team will guard the museum, and the rest will notify the logistics department, bring the relics... and get to work."
"yes!"
The guards replied in unison.
…
The originally normal streets became dilapidated, and twisted black shadows appeared from time to time, flickering and disappearing like hallucinations. The scene could no longer be described as weird. If I had to say it, it was like a separated world.
The mutated horse died on the road, and the car behind it parked quietly on the side of the road. After a while, blood spilled from it.
No one dares to come close.
In other words, when normal people see this scene, they will quickly stay away, the further away, the better.
If you take one more look, you might be pulled into the abyss.
This was destined to be an unusual night. The patrol airship circled the nearby sky, making a noisy roar, and the light beam cast only illuminated this area. The sound of the horse hooves of the knight guard came from far to near, and the iron boots stepped on the ground. A crisp sound echoed.
"Control the scope of pollution."
Chris turned his head and ordered.
Colleagues in the logistics department began their work, wearing bulky equipment and heavy breathing coming from under the alchemical anti-pollution masks, and began to carry out corresponding cleaning and protection to prevent the spread of pollution.
The pollution came suddenly.
Fortunately, the cleanup and negotiations with the Alchemy Institute a year ago gave them a lot of experience and buffering time. The group of scientific research madmen at the Atlas Alchemy Institute also invented corresponding technical means to deal with it. The only pity is that It was a stranger who had the clues, but he suddenly died at the hands of the Sheriff's Department.
Later, I also heard that Atlas Alchemy Institute recovered the body of the stranger.
