Chapter 034: Wanted with a Reward of 100 Million
Ryan had no idea about the legion commander's rebellion. That was something that the top nobles should worry about. It was nothing for a small commoner like him to just listen to it.
But when he noticed the sudden drop in temperature around him, he knew things might not be good...
This scene once appeared when Boss Ymir scared away the group of "Jackals".
Ryan had a vague feeling that something big might have happened, and he turned his head to glance at the big man beside him.
Sure enough, her face was cold.
Those green eyes were as cold as a knife.
After spending these few days together, he also knew that this big man, who always had a calm expression on his face, would not frown even if the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.
But looking at her solemn expression now, things might be more complicated than what I heard.
Ryan felt that she must have known [Storm General] Baron Askopa.
Or maybe, her real identity is the daughter of General Baron?
…
Paul didn't know where the chill that gave him goose bumps came from. He shivered and pulled the collar of his cashmere coat together. He looked up at the sky and complained, "Damn... it looks like a snowstorm is coming."
After a pause, he looked at Ryan again and asked, "Doctor, the train is about to start. Have you thought about it?"
"this……"
Now there is obviously no other choice but to take this train.
Ryan pursed his lips and didn't respond in a hurry. Instead, he turned his head to look at the big man next to him.
Ymir didn't seem to care whether to take the ride or not. Instead, she thought about it and asked Paul a very strange question, "Do you have a communication radio in your car?"
"have."
Paul was puzzled by the question.
But he instinctively added, "But... the usage fee is very expensive."
"Get in the car."
Hearing this, Ymir said nothing more and walked into the carriage decisively.
Ryan roughly guessed some of her thoughts and followed her.
…
Paul followed with a suspicious look on his face and closed the car door.
The cold wind outside the car was instantly isolated, and the temperature inside the car became much warmer.
Ymir asked about the communication radio again.
The train conductor thought he had misheard and asked again: "Um... you mean to say that you want to use the communication radio on the train?"
Ymir: “Yes.”
"this……"
Paul suddenly couldn't understand the identities of Ryan and the other person. The main reason was that Ymir's aura was too strong. Even though she was dressed in ordinary clothes, she gave people the unquestionable domineering feeling of a superior.
He couldn't help but use honorifics: "You should know that communication equipment is very expensive. Even if it's someone you know in the Chamber of Commerce, it costs... ten gold crowns to use it once!"
Wireless communication in this world is still in its infancy. Because of the fog, long-distance communication still requires the establishment of a large number of signal base stations and artificial transfer stations. The equipment is huge and backward, and the communication fee is extremely high.
Coincidentally, there is one on the train of a large chamber of commerce called "The Thorn Birds Chamber of Commerce".
Ten gold crowns is equivalent to one hundred thousand liros.
This is definitely a very high price. In a word, it is equivalent to the annual living expenses of an ordinary family. It is an absolute luxury.
When Ymir heard this, she turned her head and asked Ryan behind her: "Do you have money? Lend me a hundred gold crowns."
"have……"
When Ymir asked to borrow money, Ryan felt like "Bill Gates borrowed five dollars from you", so he agreed .
Paul, the manager standing by, was completely confused after listening to the conversation between the two.
What kind of family do these two guys have? They just lend me a hundred gold crowns?
Listening to the indifferent tone, it seems that this is not a loan of one million li, but a hundred copper coins? !
I thought the young doctor was the one in charge, but it turns out that the cold lady was the one who was speaking.
And judging from the situation, it seemed like a noble lady was traveling with her butler.
But looking at his outfit... he doesn’t look like it!
But the price he asked for was one hundred gold crowns. To be called a scavenger, he is too rich, right?
But if a nobleman does not stay in the city to enjoy his life, who would wander around the wilderness after having a full meal and having nothing to do?
Could it be the noble lady who eloped with her private doctor?
Well, that's probably the only possibility.
At this moment, Paul, who was replenishing his brain, looked at Ryan and the other man with a strange look in his eyes.
…
Woo…woo…woo…
The roar of the steam boiler sounded, and the train slowly moved forward and entered the fog of the wilderness.
Because of the war, more than 30 carriages were packed with people and the air was turbid.
Sometimes Ryan felt that having too sensitive a sense of breath was not always a good thing.
There was the smell of sweat, tobacco, food, excrement... and also a sweet smell.
As a pharmacist, Ryan could now tell that the strawberry smell in the carriage was called "Blue Dreamland", a low-grade hallucinogen that could make people feel spiritually happy. It was a byproduct of refining anesthetics and was very popular among gangsters and gangsters.
And the mixture of these smells in the carriage is simply amazing!
Ryan gave Paul a tip of two silver coins and asked him to take them directly through the ordinary car and into the business area at the front of the train.
After paying the money, Ymir entered the communication room alone.
After a while, she came out.
All the hundred gold coins that Ryan gave her went into the radio operator's pocket.
It costs ten gold crowns to send a message, no wonder he wants to borrow a hundred.
…
Originally, Paul planned to find a doctor for the several civilian carriages he managed so that sick passengers would not die during the long-distance migration or infect other people in the vehicle with the virus.
He originally thought that Ryan was a hunting doctor who had to travel the wilderness due to poverty, but he didn't expect that he would be so generous as to send a telegram for 100 gold crowns, which slapped him in the face.
Now, after receiving two "suspected aristocrats" in his car, Paul no longer dared to neglect them and treated them respectfully like a servant.
The class divisions in this world are very clear, and the nobles are truly "superior"!
After Ymir finished sending the telegram, he also came over and reported: "Dear Sir and Madam, I just went to ask for you two. A gentleman in the middle carriage is willing to vacate a single room. It's not too spacious, but it's the best position I can get. It only costs two gold crowns..."
Ryan listened without saying anything, because he thought anywhere would be fine.
Look at the situation where the roof of this train is full of people. It’s lucky enough that your heels can touch the ground. Why would you even ask for a bicycle?
On the contrary, he felt that two gold crowns for a seat was a bit expensive. Although he had become rich overnight, he didn't want to waste money like that.
When looking for a single room, one naturally has to take into consideration the feelings of the big boss Ymir who is beside him.
After a pause, Paul looked at the two men and thought they were not very satisfied. He explained nervously, "You know, the nobles in the front carriage are not short of money. The seats there probably cannot..."
Before Paul could finish, Ymir nodded: "Okay."
Seeing the boss make the decision, Ryan also agreed: "Mr. Paul, take us there."
As he said this, he gave another two crowns and a tip of ten silver nars.
Paul took the money and smiled happily, "Okay, you two follow me."
…
It is indeed easier to get things done if you have money.
Ryan also experienced the pleasure of spending money to buy convenience. They spent nearly ten times the price to buy a train ticket that originally cost one or two thousand miles.
However, compared to Ymir, who sent ten telegrams for a hundred gold crowns, Ryan felt that he was still a country bumpkin.
The middle carriage of the train is composed of single rooms separated by iron sheets, a bit like the "hard sleeper" in the previous life.
Paul found a room for the two of them, but as he said, it was a bit small.
The entire compartment is less than two meters wide, with only a one-meter-wide bed and a passage that can only be passed sideways. For safety reasons, there are no windows, only a fist-sized ventilation hole, and it is as cramped as a can of sardines.
But Ryan felt quite satisfied. At least these were independent rooms, which were much better than the crowded ordinary carriages before.
Boss Ymir didn't say anything and walked straight in. Naturally, he followed him in happily.
Paul gave the two of them an ambiguous smile and said, "Have a good rest, and if you need anything, you can come to me directly. I can generally help with anything on the train..."
After saying that, he closed the door, and the noise in the corridor of the carriage was immediately isolated.
…
Ymir didn't say anything. After entering the room, she sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate.
Ryan was used to it. He put down his package, took off his gas mask, and started meditating.
The two of them have been together day and night for the past few days and have probably figured out each other's personalities, and have long been accustomed to this "silent" way of getting along.
Ryan knew that she was probably in a bad mood, but he didn't try to please her, nor did he ask her what she had just telegraphed...
Follow the boss and just be a "tool man" with peace of mind.
…
On the other hand.
Just after Ryan and his friends boarded the train, several gangsters on the train took a bounty portrait and began to search for the person in each carriage one by one.
"Hey, who is this guy with a bounty on his head? Why is there someone offering 100 million on the black market to find him?"
"Who knows? Maybe some noble lord got cuckolded, so he was furious and offered a reward to hunt down the adulterer? Otherwise, who would have the spare money to issue a wanted order on the black market? If he is really a criminal, wouldn't it be better to just issue an official wanted order?"
"We'd be lucky if we could run into him! Gee, this is a bounty of 100 million liso. If I get the money, I'll definitely spend a year in the best tavern in the city, find the best girls, drink the best wine..."
"It's hard to say! Now the news has spread, and the underworld across the country is looking for him. That guy definitely can't go to the main city, so he can only flee everywhere. Who knows, he might be on this train..."
“…”
While a few hooligans were talking, they roughly forced every passenger in the carriage to remove their facial coverings for comparison and inspection.
If Ryan were here, he would be in a lot of trouble.
Because he could recognize at a glance that the portraits in the hands of these gangsters were exactly the same as his own face!
