Steel Steam and Flame

　　 "What's your name?" Another day passed. Today is the twenty-fourth day of Cassia's relisting of the empire. He looked at the little girl sitting next to him and asked again.

　　 The girl sat very upright, with her back straight, and she refused to put down the hat she was wearing. There was darkness under the brim of the hat, and in the darkness were black eyes that became more and more vigorous.

　　 "Nuoer." The girl's answer was very brief, repeating these two words forever.

　　 "Where is your mother or father? Are they in the car?" Cassia still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, and he regretted what he had done with compassion. Going to Manoma by myself is to go to school, to find opportunities to earn titles and money. He doesn't have much money, and food and other things can still barely be provided to the little girl, but if he really gets to Manoma, how should the little girl be placed?

　　I went to Imperial Heavy Industries, but I could only live in low-cost campus dormitories, or the kind of a few people. If the little girl follows herself, not only accommodation is a problem, but also various expenses in life. Cassia felt her head swell up all at once, annoyed.

　　 "Are you going to abandon Nuoer?" The girl's feeling was as sharp as a beast, and as sensitive as a hunter. She felt the troubles entwined with Cassia, and the regret that involved her.

　　 Cassia's pupils shrunk, and her mouth opened a little, besides expressing surprise, there was something she could not say. How could a sun-loving kitten be a tiger that decisively kills its prey. He thought of his sister Lilia again, and his tenderness seemed to overflow again. His clenched fist slowly loosened, the hesitation in his eyes finally disappeared, and at this moment he made a decision.

　　 "How come, trust me." Cassia wanted to try to give the girl Nuoer a mature, steady, and confident smiling face, but in Nuoer's eyes it was just a face that was worse than crying.

　　 "Nuoer believes in you." The girl's words made Cassia's heart cold after a few days. He gently rubbed Noer's head, and began to calculate various plans when he arrived at Manoma.

　　 Children who can assemble mechanical watches like perpetual calendars need not only excellent eyesight, but patience and carefulness are also the key. The installation sequence and installation steps of each gear must be memorized and adjusted with careful thinking.

　　 Cassia is very good at this aspect. Once he makes up his mind, even if he still regrets it in his heart, he has already begun to think about various situations in his mind, although this kind of thinking is still very immature.

　　 Nothing happened all day, Norr has been sleeping, looks very tired, and has limited time to talk to Cassia.

　　 Cassia took out the theological history books in his suitcase when the light was full.

　　 There are a few pages with serious scrolling traces on it. These pages read:

　　 In the 0th year of the Holy Calendar, the Astus family took control of the Mano Kingdom. After the core of the first-generation analysis machine was transported to Manoma by train, the Mano Kingdom was renamed the San Dorag Empire. Relying on the incomparable computing power of the analytical machine, the development of the industrial foundation and technological innovation of the Santorage Empire has made tremendous progress. The birth of the analytical machine made the Saint Dorag Empire become another emerging overlord on the post-phase continent in just over ten years, and the "Creation War" broke out. Dozens of surrounding countries are not spared under the iron war machine of the Santorage Empire.

　　The creation war subsided, the empire had been reserving for hundreds of years, ambitions expanded again, and the war started again. Countless unreliable small countries were destroyed, and when the flag of the empire seemed to be filled with the entire post-phase continent, the rolling wheels of advancing were blocked by the Western Ocean Common Country, and stopped at the border of the Flame Alliance in the south.

　　 was supposed to be an expedition like cruelty, and turned into a tug of war across the century. Looking forward to the cessation of war has exhausted the lifespan of several generations, but this long-term tug-of-war has continued to this day, and there is still no sign that it will stop...

　　 Cassia looked at the dense small prints on the book. The dim environment made his eyes sore very quickly, and the quiet environment around became a good catalyst. He felt that his eyelids were heavy, and the words on the book began to blur. Although I tried my best to cheer myself up, I was really nervous because of Noer's affairs during the two days, and I didn't pay much attention to sleep.

　　 Just now, I finally decided on Nuo'er's affairs, and the tense nerves on his body relaxed, and tiredness seemed to cover the night. Cassia closed her eyes, and the book fell on Nuoer. Both of them fell asleep quietly.

　　 Cassia only felt that she closed her eyes, slept deep and deep, her head was blank, she didn't think anything, just a simple and quick rest for her brain.

　　 Until he subconsciously felt that someone was dragging his legs, his consciousness suddenly returned. His whole body was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, his eyes suddenly opened, his left hand still holding the book was placed on Nuo'er's weak body, and his right hand was also subconsciously touching the high-alloy dagger that was leaning behind him.

No!

　　 Cassia's heart seemed to be squeezed severely, and the sudden "pump" in his chest made him have difficulty breathing. In a short period of time, his dim sleepy eyes had adapted to the dim environment, and the first sight that came into his pupils was the greed surrounding him looking at his dozens of pale and distorted faces.

　　 The second picture is of two people kneeling at their feet, they are pulling the suitcase fixed under their knees. Because Cassia did not find anyone who could look after each other, but tied one end of the thick rope on the luggage to her feet while resting. There are a few sharp scratches on the suitcase made of hard leather, but fortunately, the leather is of good quality and has not been scratched. The half-kneeling two were trying to pull the trunk with a thick rope seal out. One of them was holding a short sword in his hand, the one that Cassia had lost.

　　 In the blink of an eye, the thick rope has been cut.

　　 The clear eyes opened by Cassia were also spotted by a dozen people.

　　 "Wake up! Wake up!" The scream was hoarse as an old hen who had lost her hair.

　　 The air instantly solidified at this moment, and then burst into agitation like ignited gunpowder.

　　 "What are you doing!" Cassia was horrified, and he yelled out almost entirely on his strength, and he was scared. He heard early on that some people were robbing other people's things, and some people would steal other people's luggage while they were asleep. Although I knew something like this happened in my heart, when it happened to me, the feeling of fear and helplessness was stronger than ever.

　　 How can you be a thief without guts. What's more, the object they steal and **** is only a seventeen-year-old boy, and they haven't eaten anything for a few days, and their survival instinct allows them to find Cassia, a child who feels harmless to humans and animals.

The roar of 　　 did not serve as the deterrent effect Cassia wanted. Instead, the theft was discovered, so the theft immediately became a naked snatch.

　　 They are a group of greedy bandits.

The suitcase was suddenly pulled by the two of them. There was no weight at all. It was dragged to fly by the huge force. The thick rope that was severed could no longer play a binding role, and the contents of the suitcase were all poured out. .

A few thick books, a few spare sets of clothes, among them are the black dress made by Cassia’s mother who stayed up all night for him to wear on formal occasions, two pairs of shoes, pencils and pens scattered all over the floor, black ink bottles are fragile Incomparably, the cracking sound is clear, and a black flower is dyed on the steel plate. Several pieces of fragrant bread wrapped in khaki oil paper also rolled onto the ground. Finally, there is a gilded admission notice, and a simple graffiti that says "Brother Cassia" floating in the air slowly.

　　 "Mine! Mine! It's all mine!"

　　 The smell of the food and the cold of the cold wind disbanded the small group that had been put together in an instant, and a dozen people squeezed into a crowd and robbed it.

　　 Cassia put the awake Nuoer on the wooden board of the cargo box behind him, squeezed into the crowd with his strong body, and pushed away these crazy-faced robbers with great strength.

　　 "Go!" Cassia almost lifted the woman in front of him with a palm, his head was so confused that he couldn't think about anything.

　　 It's just that he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his neck. After he woke up, he had already seen a flash of cold light in the dim environment, and a short sword with a sharp blade had been quickly retracted. Then the tingling sensation where the left lower jaw was connected to the earlobe turned into a bone-piercing pain. There was a sharp cut made by the dagger, and the hot liquid flowed out from the wound, and it filled the entire left neck at once. .

　　 Cassia subconsciously touched his left hand, his eyes reflected with red blood on his hands. He was flustered inexplicably, and there was a burst of cold sweat on his forehead, and cold air that could penetrate the bones came from all over his body. Regardless of the pain, he hurriedly covered the wound with his hand to prevent more blood from bleeding.

　　 Just covering the wound and looking at the crowd in front of him who was still looting, Cassia no longer had the courage to take another step. He stood in front of them blankly, his whole body trembling with fear, but there was no strength in his strong body at the moment.

　　 Cassia watched all his clothes and shoes were taken away, and the bread that fell on the ground was eaten up with joy on the pale faces of those people. Only books and pens, no one has ever asked.

　　 At the wound covered by his left hand, the blood has begun to coagulate. Fortunately, it was just a skin trauma and no nerve tissue was injured. Cassia originally thought that this group of robbers would leave like this, but when everything scattered on the ground was forced to determine the owner, they stood there more confidently, headed by the man with the short sword. . Cassia stood before them like a docile lamb who couldn't resist, waiting to be slaughtered.

　　 "Money, we want money, your money. Give us your money..." The hoarse voice was full of triumphant joy and unconcealed pride, and of course overflowing impatience.

　　 "Hurry up and hand over the money! If you have the money to buy this little girl, why don't you save us? Bread is a million times cheaper than a girl!"

　　 "I'm so hungry, I want money!" There was a distorted voice in the crowd.

　　 "She was my sister." Cassia's lips were pale and trembling. This sentence was spit out word by word.

　　 The leading man seemed to be losing patience. The success of the first step made his arrogance soar.

"Don't lie to us! You don't look like her at all. Her hair is blond and your hair is black. You weren't by her side at all a few days ago! Give us money, get it out! Quick! We want money! "

　　 "Quick! Get the money out!"

　　 "If we take out the money, we will let you go!"

　　 "Yes, I will let you go if I take the money!"

　　 "Quick! Money! Money! All the money!"

Suddenly someone couldn't bear it and walked forward to pull Cassia's clothes. Several other people walked around him and stretched out their stained hands to grasp Nuo, who quietly opened his eyes and hid behind Cassia. child.

Cassia felt the power of Noer's hands gripping the corners of his clothes tightly. He didn't know where the courage and vigor came from. He shook his fists with both hands. All the people who came by were pushed away, and the condensed wounds were torn again. Cracked, blood came out again.

　　 At the beginning of the steam factory, he also started from the lowest level of coolies. He moved pieces of steel parts every day, and his strength was forcibly trained at that time. Even if they are underage, their strength is much greater than that of ordinary adult men.

　　 The dozen or so people in front of them suddenly became excited, and they became angry, as if looking at their meek child, they suddenly dared to jump up and hit their knees. They pushed over and grabbed the boy's resolute and pale face with their hands.

Cassia waved his tightly clenched fists and slapped forward. In the corner of his eyes, he saw the leading man swinging a sharp dagger towards his chest. Cassia quickly took a step back, avoiding the sword. , But also let the clothes on the chest be cut so big, revealing the pure white cotton inside.

　　Even if it was not cut, it still made the skin there feel frozen.

　　 "He wants to kill me!" The cool air that had escaped from the boy's whole body suddenly disappeared.

　　 "Go!"

　　 "Go!"

　　 "Go!"

The seventeen-year-old boy could no longer contain the fear in his heart, and then the fear instantly turned into speechless anger. At this moment, all the fear, all the weakness, all the tolerance, and all the acquiescence turned into angry burning. Ji, his body was surging with heat, like a cat that was thoroughly irritated and exploded, exposing sharp claws hidden under the delicate hair and soft flesh.

　　 He took out the revolver from his arms, the black frame, the barrel of ten centimeters long, and the caliber of the thumb. There is a spiral called "Death Spiral" in the dark muzzle, and there seems to be a black dragon covered with scales at any time in the depth of the barrel to stretch out his majestic and ferocious head, breathing out the bright red and hot flame!

　　 The air became viscous at this moment, and then it froze. The faces of the group of people in front of them became solidified, and their distorted faces were full of fear looking at the muzzle. Their arrogance dissipated in an instant, without a trace, their confidence passed in an instant, their bodies became weak again, their pride turned into panic, and their joy turned into a terrible nightmare that they couldn't get rid of.

　　 "You dare to open..." the leader's words were his death declaration, and the pretendingly proud face was exploded into fragments flying in the air by a ten-caliber revolver.

　　 Heilong did not hesitate to breathe. He didn't want to see any triumphant face, nor did he want to hear any syllables that screamed like a dying crow.

　　 The bright red flame illuminates the dim carriage like lightning, illuminates the faces of the rest of the people sucking in cold breath, and trembling in horror, and like the thunder that exploded, announcing the coming of a black storm.

　　 The golden bullet exploded a person's head. It still had great power and blasted onto the steam pipe in the corner of the cargo compartment, making a clear sound of gold and iron attack.

　　 The corpse gushed out blood and fell weakly, and the thick steam gushed out from the metal pipe, moistening the extremely dry air of the entire carriage. The boy’s eyes were bloodshot, and blood oozes from his clenched lips. The fingers of his right hand holding the trigger of the pistol continued to exert tremendous power. The smoke rising from the revolver had not yet completely dissipated~www.readwn.com~Air Dilute the smell of gunpowder quickly. The rest of the people had already escaped this depressive cage by crawling on the ground, escaping from the young man who suddenly transformed from a kitten into a wolf in front of them.

　　 The boy clenched his teeth, not letting his heart seem to suddenly lose any emotions, and moistened his eyes. Step by step, he resolutely moved forward, leaning over and picking up the books he cherished, the pencils and pens he cherished, the precious graffiti sent to him by his sister, and the hot gold admission notice stained with blood from his jaw. book.

　　 Cassia sat quietly on the side of Nuoer, his tall figure blocking the sight of the fallen corpse. He put the pistol aside, clutching the re-opened wound with his left hand, but did not dare to look at Nuoer. He didn't know what his figure would look like in the eyes of a girl, but he could imagine it must be very bad. Usually, my sister Lilia would be scared to cry when she saw a little blood, so that such a scene was shown naked in front of a six or seven-year-old girl, really an incompetent brother.

　　 Cassia sighed, and some inexplicable emotions throbbed. He stared at the milky white steam that continued to spurt in a daze, and did not notice Nuo'er's unwavering face from beginning to end, and the brilliance in her eyes was even better than before.

　　 The people in the tidy carriage have already walked, hiding far away, so quiet that they can hear each other's steady or rapid breathing.

　　 When the peculiar bounce sound of a shoe stepping on the steel plate came, the silence was broken.

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