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It seems that because of Miss Courier, Ms. D attached more importance to Clean than at the beginning.

While Ms. D was looking at the map and making plans, Klein took out the information brought by Renette Tinicol and Ms. D, and the reply from Mr. Azke.

After the copper whistle was severely damaged, Klein did not use it to summon spirits to deliver messages. Fortunately, the messenger lady was repaired in time.

In the reply, Azke first said that he was really busy recently and was sorry that he could not reply to the information in time, but he remembered Klein's previous question, with relevant information about the predators in the spiritual world. Azke said bluntly that he had recalled recently

In many things, memory loopholes are getting fewer and fewer, and we have to digest and restore it through sleep to balance human memory and divine instinct, otherwise it will be easy to lean towards the cold appearance of the past.

Seeing that Mr. Azke had no effect in his previous events and had returned to normal, Klein really relaxed and moved his eyes back with the golden sunshine casting from the gap in the roof.

Content.

For the Spiritual Raiders, Azk's description is:

"...This is a very cunning creature with a rare number, very good at disguise and is not easy to find... One thing that can be used is that it is very aggressive, but it is also very dangerous, even if there is

The strength close to Sequence 4 must be cautious enough, otherwise, if you are not careful, you will become its soul..."

"Its specific feature is... the area where the spiritual plunderers often move is the extremely dangerous "Calderon City" deep in the spiritual world. There are many dangerous spiritual creatures there now. I don't recommend you to go there,

But I don't know if there are any spiritual plunderers in other areas... I suggest you pray to 'Red Light' Al Moria, who is friendly to humans, willing to answer similar questions, and master the corresponding ones

The key to the ritual is the correct name and symbolic symbols…”

"When you have clues about the spiritual plunderers, you can wait for a while, and I may be able to provide some help..."

How could I feel embarrassed? Klein raised his right hand and pinched both sides of his mouth.

He then flipped the paper and looked at the last page:

"...I'm doing some very troublesome things now. I've never done these things seriously. I can't say I like them, but I don't hate them either. I just think it's very unimaginable... Well, I should still be free, I remember

I said you are going to visit the Southern Continent. Don’t go to the places that have been occupied by the Bailang Empire. If you have to go, bring the copper whistle with you..."

"...By the way, if only the "Calderon City" exists in the spiritual world plunderers, if you encounter unimaginable dangers there, or see someone in danger, throw the copper whistle out."

Mr. Azke's changes seem not to be too big, at least it cannot be seen from the letter. What does this last sentence mean? Is the copper whistle he gave me actually a prop like a panacea... Klein couldn't help laughing

With a sound, he shook casually, ignited the paper in his hand, turning them into ashes and falling into the dust accumulated in the corner of the warehouse.

The memories recovered by Mr. Azke this time seem beyond imagination and actually gives an accurate geographical location in the spiritual world.

If it weren't for his language and tone as usual, Klein would have doubted whether Mr. Azke had gradually become the "death consul" of the Gubairan Empire. Although Azke suggested in his letter that he would not go

Calderon wanted to ask about the other spiritual raiders' activity areas of "Red Light" one of the seven lights of the spiritual world, but he still planned to ask about Calderon City in his reply.

No matter what, there are already "speech monsters", and you have to have expectations in life... Also, I have to mention Mr. Azke, I'm in the Southern Continent... Klein seriously thought about how to write a reply

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However, he did not take action immediately because Ms. D on the other side had stopped writing and drawing.

Although he is a noble lady from the Northern Continent, Ms. D seems to have enough knowledge of the Southern Continent, and soon made a new plan based on the existing situation and made two versions.

"We are now starting directly from Port Caesar, and there are two routes to choose from." Ms. D put the white paper with a simple road map and a rough plan on the box and used a pencil to illustrate, "Berns City has entered a wartime state."

After canceling the maritime route, the first route is to go directly west, but it may have to pass through the war zone between Bailang and Ruhn. There is now quite chaotic, and it is said that there are affected zombies wandering, and the spiritual influence of both sides

There are still residues, and neither side can deal with it in time.”

"Although we may not encounter danger, this road is not suitable for transporting items." Ms. D looked at the boxes in the warehouse.

Klein's understanding of the Southern Continent was limited to various organizations and the forces behind them, not including transportation and war zones. He did not expect that he would fight again just after he came there, so he nodded deeply.

“So I suggest taking the second route.”

Ms. D pointed to another line and said, "Let's go south for a while, then go west by the war zone and enter Berens. But in this process, we may be paid attention to the Rueon military, so we need to avoid the aurora.

Will be with Bailang's forces - the officers who entrusted you with should have given you the corresponding documents, right?"

Klein nodded: "The resume I gave them has relevant experiences in the Southern Continent, so you can get in touch with them appropriately."

After writing this in his resume, Ms. D did not ask Klein if he had been here with high emotional intelligence.

She looked at the warehouse and asked:

"How are you planning to carry these?"

These things need to be specially called for a small passenger ship to load. If transported by a carriage, it not only needs to be opened and repackaged first, but also requires at least ten carriages. Walking on the chaotic southern continent with so many things is simply moving.

Anyone who sees the target will not help but come up and touch it. However, if Klein wants to show that he has worked hard and made contributions to transport goods and leave a clear route for Lun officials to investigate, then the carriage and manpower are necessary

of.

Klein planned to wait and see first, and asked, "How long does it take to get to Berens if he chooses the second route? The Southern Continent is not very safe now, and I hope to solve this problem within two weeks."

Then, he remembered that his two-week delivery period had just three days passed. It took only more than one day to travel between the North and South continents where the routes were now blocked, and he avoided the army. The divination result was really not to deceive me.

An impatient hunter does help a lot.

"If we use extraordinary means to carry it, we only need to walk through this route, which is about four days."

"Do you have seals that can travel between the two places quickly? For example, 'Traveler', or something?" Klein asked curiously, "Ruen's officer couldn't reach the Southern Continent, otherwise he wouldn't have looked for me."

Come and help, I think it is absolutely okay to use some extraordinary means.”

"Sorry, I don't have the 'traveler' item to move freely." Ms. D shook her head regretfully, "I only have an item made of the 'secret wizard' characteristics, which is fixed to my residence.

On the door, you must be monitored, otherwise you will run away by yourself. You can only switch it regularly and cannot be taken away."

There is no sequence 5, only sequence 4...

Klein didn't say anything. He began to think about strategies to divert attention: as long as Ms. D left after she arrived in Berens City, she could use "creeping hunger" to calmly transport goods to prevent her image from changing.

It's even more strange, and you can save on the bus.

After making the decision, he asked again: "I remember that railways were laid between cities in the southern continent, not to mention that these were port cities."

"Why does the journey take four days?"

“Because the railway has been shut down.”

Klein thought of the rebels on Rosd Island, and was somewhat surprised and unexpectedly fell into silence.

Ms. D smiled: "In fact, people in the South China are very resistant to these advanced items, including railways, gas street lights, and steam engines."

"But it is not entirely because they are ignorant and backward, but because these items are introduced in the simplest and most crude way, such as using whips and forcing adult men to participate in railway construction, not giving them enough food or giving them enough food.

The rest. The safety of workers' lives is not guaranteed and will naturally not be supported, but the project will still be carried out. After countless labor and lives are used to pile up these modern facilities, they are taken to serve the people of the North. We take the train

, They can't afford shoes, how can people in the South China accept it?"

Ms. D talked about the situation in the Southern Continent, and did not look like a nobleman in the Northern Continent at all: "However, this time the Church of Death and the Bailang Empire did a good job. She did not allow the people to vent their anger and pry open the rails, but just protected them and stopped running.

...Even so, destruction is inevitable. Many people also pry the rails, dig out sleepers to find the remains of their families, friends or ancestors, or take a rail directly to take a rail."

"Take the rails away?"

"People will fall into molten iron, but you can't waste such a large tank of molten iron just because one or two people are too wasteful." Ms. D said in a normal tone, then looked at Klein and changed the topic naturally, "

Sorry, there are too many things to say in other aspects - Ah, Mr. X, have you decided not to use carriages and horses to transport them?"

"Yes."

Klein controlled his frowning urge and temporarily threw the words he had heard: "Madam, you seem to know the Southern Continent very well."

"I have some industries here and at sea, and I have the name of it, so I will pay more attention." Ms. D smiled dismissively, "It's already ten o'clock now, I've used breakfast before I came. May I ask you

Go and eat something, or do we just leave?"

"No need to eat," said Klein, "just go."

Ms. D put the paper and pen into the bag she carried with her, and stood up:

"OK."

Klein and she left the broken warehouse and took the initiative to go out to find the staff at the dock. They wanted to discuss the repair costs of the warehouse with each other, hoping to build a few boards for the roof to prevent the goods from being caught in the south during their departure.

The mainland is exposed to direct sunlight or damaged by rain.

"Hello, may I ask..."

But he had just arrived in front of the young official who was counting the losses of the port. The young man who took the initiative to pour him a cup of hot water last night frowned and waved his hand impatiently:

"Stand up in the back, there are a lot of things, don't be annoying."

Klein was stunned at first. He looked around. Except for a few residents waiting for statistics, there were only people wearing simple and tattered clothes on the dock picking up the damaged wood and iron on the ground with bare hands. It was impossible to tell what the other party was busy with.

But since the other party said so, Klein had to take a few steps back. Through the enhanced hearing, Klein overheard the conversation of the people who were picking up rags:

"Don't pick up wood, pick up iron pieces."

A thin Southern Continental man whispered to a woman who was probably his wife, using the unskilled Northern Continental common language, as if he was worried that other people who picked up rags would understand it. The rough wood and rusty iron sheets were one by one.

The piece was thrown into the sack in their hands, and the wooden thorns were pierced into their fingers. They did not stop, but the expression of the husband's speech was relaxed and even joyful: "Pick up more, and our house will have a roof...

...This piece can be sold at least 1 pence, which is as good as the charcoal I sell a bag..."

My wife picked up a piece of iron sheet the size of a palm, and suddenly reached out with her other hand, snatched it away with force, and even cut her palm.

The one who took away the iron sheet was a child who had been eavesdropping around. He picked up the bloody iron sheet and ran away. He rushed into the crowd without looking back. The wife, who had been cut by her hand, cried in panic.
To be continued...