Chapter 112 Freight Trap

"It was an unexpected failure and Bruno died."

Nightingale threw a card on the table.

There is a dim whale oil lamp placed next to the deck of cards, emitting a dim light through the glass cover. Now is the time suitable for the nightingale's activity.

This is a new safe house.

The person playing cards with him was also Nightingale. After seeing the new card, he also threw down a card without hesitation.

"I had higher expectations for him, but it ended up like this."

"He was too impatient and contacted the other party without doing any testing. It was normal for him to die. Maybe there was someone he knew in the mine massacre."

"Doron is very confident. This matter will be on the news soon. I think he will be kicked out of the military soon."

"It's not certain. Maybe there are generals who appreciate him. After all, His Majesty has always approved of fast and fierce military operations. We all know that." The Nightingale paused for a moment and did not tell the joke he really wanted to say. .

That's a capital crime.

Of course, the joke has reached the stage where it can be understood without saying anything.

Nightingale sitting opposite him had already laughed out loud.

The current Queen of Dorne, Heron IV, does not have a good reputation among the upper class, not only because she is a rare female king.

This extremely noble person has the reputation of "Integrity" and "Wise Man" in distant countries. However, it is a pity that the title given to the king is not as intuitive as that of ordinary people. For kings, the only real good names they can achieve are usually relatively neutral terms such as "white fire", "long beard", "man of the purple chamber", "iron fist" and so on.

And if the title of a certain king is a descriptive word, such as "turns slowly", it means that the king is not smart, and if the title is "wise person", it means that he or she is not only not smart enough Smart and fond of torture.

Of course Heron IV was not unintelligent, but for some special reasons, she did not receive the education a king should have.

Therefore, even if she insists on controlling military power, she will inevitably make jokes about her political shortsightedness.

For example, the Rollen War.

The two nightingales smiled at each other and stopped discussing this topic.

"But the detective was not a failure. Although he died, the local Presbyterian Church still got the bill and understood the identity of the Holy Grail Society's sponsor. If they don't want to leave Sasha City in despair, they can only work with The Holy Grail Club is about to go to war. Do you think they can win? The Holy Grail Club is now supported by big companies."

"I am willing to believe them for once. Groene Gaminion and Colonel Des Jonrad are both ruthless characters, especially the latter. I heard about his deeds when I was a child. At that time, our court poet I also composed martial arts songs for him." Nightingale still felt frightened when she mentioned that name. "Even if he is old, I don't want to be near him."

As the capital of Dorne, Yaxin is a prosperous city, but to the locals, it is not very suitable for ordinary people to live here.

There is a legitimate need for older people to leave the city in order to maintain their health.

Another nightingale had a different view: "No matter how big a company is, it needs people to maintain it. Des Jonrad may have the ability to pull out nails. But the investor is not willing to let his investment go to waste. They need to be in time." Whether to cut losses or invest more is yet to be determined.”

"We won't be able to see it anyway. We will go back for the holidays in December."

The two were silent for a while and jointly condemned: "Damn foreign mission!"

Most transfer centers around the world look the same.

It has a semi-circular high dome and two track entrances with front and rear openings.

The exposed rail sections began to branch outwards and draw arcs. Some tracks only extended less than 70 meters. Their role was only to temporarily guide and park carriages, and these scattered short-distance tracks were already full. The freight car looks like the pattern of petals on a blooming flower when viewed from a height.

There is a hotel two kilometers away, which is now overcrowded.

The three-day notice period for suspension of operations from the city of Sasha has passed, but operations here have not yet resumed.

It cannot be said that it was chaotic, but the train was also completely unable to leave.

Clayton asked the train manager here and found out that there were many living animals that needed to be transported in the freight trains these days. Therefore, the health status needed to be checked before departure. For this reason, the schedule was delayed for another two days. The most outrageous one was a guest from Narda. The old man took twenty cows onto a freight train and asked to arrive at a border city in the south. The fodder for feeding these cows took up several carriages. It makes this place smell like cow shit.

Before departure, they had to wash down the field.

While talking, the train conductor looked at Clayton's neck intentionally or unintentionally. Although the other person's eyes looked fierce, this was the first time he saw someone using a complete wolf skin as a scarf, and the fur was still as smooth and moist.

This image makes it difficult to suspect that this is not a powerful man.

Clayton knew this very well. The scars on his face had healed, and his hair and beard had been taken care of. In addition to the scarf, he also put a ring on his hand and picked a good cane, all in order to make himself able to Has a decent appearance.

He asked the nobles to apply to the railway company to stop the cargo escort. If he dressed up like an ordinary person, these administrators would definitely be suspicious and ask for a re-inspection of Athena Bleuge's cargo, and then Detain the goods and ask him to go back and wait for notification.

Smuggling contraband under the guise of a noble is a common occurrence in the transportation industry, and it is a phenomenon that any competent train conductor will be wary of.

But if the person coming to pick up the goods looks like a real noble, they will turn a blind eye.

After the conductor finished speaking a new sentence, Clayton raised his right hand and pressed it softly, and said in a tone that could be described as unconcerned: "Thank you very much for this. Where are Mrs. Bai Luge's goods? Are the guards still there?"

"They said they can't leave until they see their employer, but at this time." The conductor looked back at the huge mechanical dial on the wall and said with certainty: "They should rest in the hotel at this time."

"You don't allow people in your car?"

"No, it's just that the goods you want happen to be packed in the same carriage as the cattle from Narda. We are cleaning there."

He pointed to a car and showed it to Clayton. Another conductor in brown uniform was holding the nozzle of a water gun to flush the car from the sliding door on the side. Water splashed out from the door on the other side of the car. A large amount of water splashed out. Water trickled down the edge of the carriage, forming a puddle on the gravel beside the track.

There was a hint of resentment in the conductor's tone, but he concealed it skillfully.

Due to shift scheduling, there are only four people in the transfer center now, and everyone else has gone to eat.

He felt discouraged at the thought of having to work, cold and hungry, while having to entertain this guest.

"The goods are inside?" the other party asked.

He immediately cheered up: "Yes, sir."

Clayton nodded in affirmation, and began to wonder what Athena had sent.

It looks like this is something that won't get wet.

"Are the cows there too?"

The conductor thought he was unhappy and quickly explained: "Those cows looked sick. The old man said he wanted them to bask in the sun, so he drove them all out."

"Very good." Clayton nodded approvingly.

The conductor sent another form: "We have also checked the condition of the cargo and everything is normal."

Checked. Didn't these people find the problem?

The lieutenant took the form with confusion. He saw "his" goods among the many items on it.

In the option field for cargo type, the conductor filled in "medicinal raw materials".

"I have to check again and ask him to stop." He pointed with his cane at the conductor holding the water gun.

"Of course, sir." The conductor trotted over and said a few words to the cleaning man. Then they got off the carriage, turned the red valve on the operating table next to them, and turned off the water pump that powered the water gun.

Clayton looked around to make sure that no one other than the staff of the transfer center was around, and then he stepped into the car.

Of course he brought help because he wasn't sure if he could move the things alone.

However, the appearance of Volentin and Barbara didn't quite fit his current status, so he had to let them wait outside the transfer center with the carriage and speak less.

As for Julius, his image could easily steal everyone's limelight, but Clayton didn't let him come.

After entering the carriage, Clayton followed the list and easily found the goods belonging to Athena Berlugo.

It was a long yellow wooden box with the cargo number written on the surface in red pen. It was about the same height as a person and was leaning against the wall inside the carriage.

Because the cow that occupies the most space is not there, it is the most conspicuous in the entire carriage.

He quickly stepped forward and placed the box flat on the ground, only to find a strong metal padlock locking the lid firmly on the side.

Of course Clayton didn't have the key and couldn't break the solid steel lock beam.

He knelt down and pondered for a moment, holding the padlock in his hand and twisting it clockwise. With a heart-wrenching crunching sound and flying wood chips, he removed the entire lock and the matching iron ring buckle structure from the fragile wooden body of the box. Pulled out.

Much better now.

Lifting the lid of the box, the smell of spices hit your nose.

Surrounded by numerous dehydrated herbs, a shriveled human body wrapped in white bandages was exposed in front of Clayton.

Even though the lieutenant was well-informed, he was almost frightened and unbalanced.

After he calmed down, his eyes twitched, and he finally understood why the type of cargo marked by the conductor was "medicinal raw materials."

This is a mummy from Mesri!