Chapter 038: No More
"How am I going to get there?"
Ymir's popular science opened up a whole new world for Ryan.
It turns out that in a corner of the border between the two empires, there is a neutral place called "Glorious City" with no one in charge.
It sounds like a "utopia" there, full of freedom and the atmosphere of an ideal country...
Ymir said, "If you want to go there, the end point of this train is in the 'Andorhal Province' in the west of the empire, where you can transfer to the intercity train. Then at the 'Twilight City' on the border of the territory, there will be some black market merchants and hunters heading to the Shining Gold Post in front of the 'Alcoron Mountains'. The 'Glorious City' is 300 miles east of the post, and when you get there, most of the people who have sneaked there are hunters... With your identity as a doctor, it shouldn't be difficult to join a team."
Ryan listened and nodded to keep it in mind.
Ymir seemed to be very familiar with this smuggling route. She explained the route to the "City of Glory" in detail, including where the black market was and who to contact... She explained it clearly.
There are many tricks to this smuggling route. If you are not an expert, you will definitely not be able to go there.
…
Finally, after listening to Ymir's guidance, Ryan finally felt that the "City of Light" was no longer a utopia, but gradually became real.
At least the urgent problem was solved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was sure that that was his destination!
Focusing on reality, Ryan looked at the two bodies on the ground covered with blood , and felt troubled again.
If there was no one else, Ryan would choose to put the body into the folding space first and then clean up the murder scene.
Without a corpse, no one would suspect anything in the short term.
After thinking about it, he said, "Ms. Ymir, what should we do with this... body?"
The cabin was small to begin with, and with two people and a bunch of packages it was already crowded, and now with two more corpses it was impossible to even move.
Ymir said calmly: "Just leave it here. I have to leave later anyway."
"Ah...you're leaving?"
Although he knew that they couldn't stay together like this forever, Ryan was a little surprised to hear this suddenly.
"Um."
Ymir nodded and said nothing more.
Ryan pursed his lips and sighed in his heart. He couldn't hold on to the golden thigh anymore and it was about to fly away...
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It was late at night and the steam train was speeding across the wilderness. The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the range that the fog lights could illuminate was getting shorter and shorter, so the train was not going very fast.
The cold air from the air vents poured into the car, bringing with it small snowflakes. It was not difficult to guess that there was probably a blizzard in the wilderness outside.
After Ymir got in the car and sent those ten text messages, Ryan knew that she had probably contacted her family and would leave sooner or later.
But I didn't expect it to happen so soon.
Sure enough, after midnight, there was a gentle knock on the cabin door.
Tap, tap, tap, tap...
It seemed like some kind of secret code, with rhythmic tapping.
Ryan was awakened immediately, but he did not sense the footsteps and breathing of anyone outside the door. It was like a "ghost" was knocking on the door.
Looking at Ymir who was not far away, she seemed to have expected it. She responded to Ryan's questioning look and said lightly: "The person I'm waiting for is here."
"You're leaving now?"
Ryan didn't know what to say.
The boss has already planned a route for himself, and it seems that he has no intention of taking me with him.
"Um."
Ymir stood up and walked towards the hatch.
"oh."
The two seemed to be quite familiar with each other, and Ryan did not say anything goodbye.
He looked at her back and parted like this, which was consistent with her cold personality.
When the pair of slender hands grasped the cabin door handle, the taciturn noble lady suddenly paused for a moment.
She turned her back to Ryan and explained, "You saved me, so it wouldn't hurt to have you as a doctor, but I'm unpredictable on this trip, and I don't want to get you into trouble."
"I see."
Ryan listened, and a smile appeared on his face. "Take care, Miss Ymir."
After a pause, he added, "Nice to meet you."
He had long thought that since a big shot of this level could almost die in the wilderness, the crisis she encountered was definitely not something a small shrimp like him could get involved in.
The fact that the boss can explain it now shows that he has enough respect for this "tool man".
"Um."
Ymir never looked back, opened the hatch and walked into the darkness.
Just as Ryan was staring at the back in a daze, he suddenly saw something shiny flying towards him and fell into his hand.
Then I heard a soft female voice that became increasingly distant.
"We won't see each other again. This thing is worth the one hundred gold crowns I lent you. Crush it when you are in danger. It may save your life."
His tone was as cold as ever. No, it seemed even more... emotionless than before.
…
Ryan looked at the item in his hand with a complicated look in his eyes.
Ymir left him a tear-like azure crystal bead, which felt slightly cool to the touch. He thought it was probably a magic crystal condensed from the ice element.
With one person missing, Ryan felt that the cramped cabin suddenly became empty.
"We won't see each other again..."
He murmured this sentence, and after a while, he laughed bitterly at himself.
He was now wanted on the black market and could not see the light of day. Once he went to the "City of Glory", he would probably not set foot on the territory of the Omar Empire for many years.
Besides, what the hell does the eldest daughter of a top aristocratic family think about?
Maybe, we will never see each other again in the future.
"Bah, you're just coveting her body!"
After Ryan cursed himself inwardly, his mentality changed quickly and he was no longer conflicted.
At least, the boss took good care of himself and left behind a "life-saving treasure".
But it was true that he felt the place was empty now that Ymir was gone.
After all, without the umbrella of protection, all the sense of crisis instantly fell on his head.
Before, I had a big man around me who could glare away a "wolf" with just one glance, so I didn't have to worry about my safety.
Now you have to rely on yourself for everything.
In a flash, Ryan thought: "The gangsters on this train can get my bounty notice, maybe my face is considered a 'celebrity' in Omar. It seems that I have to wear a gas mask at all times and can't show my face anymore..."
He sighed slightly.
Fortunately, he was on the train. If he was unaware of the situation and rushed into a main city, he would have nowhere to escape.
"How about dyeing your hair and changing your appearance?"
Lei, whose mind was erratic, quickly shifted his thoughts from separation to other places.
He thought about it and decided to change his makeup.
After all, when it comes to wanted notices such as bounties, the most important thing is appearance.
As for the disfigurement caused by sulfuric acid, Lei felt that he was not yet so cruel as to reach that level.
What's more, he guessed that the guy who put a bounty on him must have used some unconventional magic to confirm his identity.
If you really want to find yourself at all costs, there's no point in ruining your face.
The best way now is to run away.
After all, for mysterious extraordinary people like [Fortune Teller] and [Prophet], casting spells is not completely without cost.
If you want to find someone, the farther the distance, the greater the cost.
The "Glorious City" on the border of the two empires is already the farthest place that humans can reach in the fog area, and it happens not to be under the jurisdiction of the two empires...
What Ryan has to do now is to go there without stopping to hide from the limelight.
…
Just as Ymir's subordinates came to pick her up from the steam train.
In the luxurious room of carriage number one, the vice president of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce, Canossa J. Klofeller, seemed to have noticed something, and a hint of suspicion flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Under the light, that beautiful fox-like face showed a hint of curiosity, and she murmured softly: "Eh... there is an expert on the bus. It seems that the identity of the woman who sent the telegram is not simple..."
