No matter how firm Metien opposed it, Ringer decided to go to the municipal parish committee to discuss specific matters with Mr. Langning, who was in charge of the Religious Ordinance. He changed into the black formal outfit that he would only wear when he went out, wore a top hat of the same color, and after tidied up the appearance, he left the church. Before leaving, he told Metien to be careful at home alone, but the girl seemed to be angry and ignored it.

Linger didn't care. After all, Mettyn ​​was still young and always thought that everything in the world could be solved by her own efforts. This was also because Mr. Yang Ke and she protected her too well. But in a few years she should understand that the real truth in the world is not about always having hope, but facing reality.

The sky of Linwell City is always gray, especially when it comes to fog and moon, it is like an oil painting with too much ink. From the huge chimneys of factories in the suburbs, it swept away the clouds of hellish coal, covering the city and corroding the shadow of the building. The cold wind surrounding it is as low as the sob of the dead, which coincides with the alias of the city's "Sad City". It has long been used to crying and let its crying flow in the blood vessels of citizens.

When Linger was blown by the cold wind outside, she felt a little cold in her neck, and then she realized that she had forgotten to wear a scarf. In the past, he would not make such a low-level mistake, but today he left a little hurriedly. It was better to say that he was running away than leaving home. Thinking of this, he was actually not as calm and cruel as his sister's eyes.

The Holy Cross is close to the Baishi District, which is actually a slum, so the composition is quite complicated and there is no order. Just standing at the church door for a while, Linger's ears have already identified a lot of noisy music: the sound of wheels when the carriage rolls through the potholes in the streets, the rhythm of panic in disturbed livestock, the sound of black crows on the dead trees with leaves and leaves, the sound of banging when the shops such as breweries, the sound of clanging when they open or close the doors of shops such as shops... are extremely noisy, as if this is not enough to reflect their unique existence.

"People in our city always can't learn to live quietly." Linger whispered to herself, pressing her hat brim with her left hand, leaving No. 13 Songshi Street, preparing to go to the public transportation station of the Seventh Road, waiting for the train that is about to stop.

In recent years, the Kingdom has invested a lot in public utilities. Even the bus stops built along the street have adopted wood and stone structures, which are quite solid. In order to prevent thieves or homeless people from treating them as their own dens, they are even equipped with a special mount policeman who patrols back and forth between several stations and are responsible for driving away suspicious targets of non-passengers.

There are two signs in the site, one posts the train's stopping route. Unless there are few changes in special circumstances, the other posts temporary notices from the Municipal Transportation Bureau. Usually, either the fare increases or the road is blocked.

Linger checked the time. It was three minutes before the next train arrived. There were not many passengers waiting at the station. He took the time to take a look at the municipal billboard, but found that the content posted today was different.

"Dear Holy Cross residents, due to the need for the seventh phase expansion plan of our city's public transportation, will undergo a three-month road rectification in Dudeng Street, Xinqiao Street and Baiwu Street. Residents who want to go to the church area can get off at the Municipal Square Station and arrive in a ten-minute walk. Please apologize for the inconvenience and troubles caused."

The signature is Linwell Municipal Transportation Bureau and is also stamped with an official seal.

Although the church district is his destination, Linger's expression has not changed much. He heard passengers around him complaining that the seven-phase expansion project was too long. The traffic conditions in Linwell City have not been smooth enough in the past two years. Now even several streets in the city center have been included in the rectification scope. As a result, one-third of employees and workers have to spend more time commuting, and their dissatisfaction is a matter of course.

All this can be traced back to the "Oritosnake" plan jointly proposed by the church group. They hope to build a huge and complete transportation system throughout the Siglia continent, covering hundreds of countries, breaking the restrictions of national borders, taking trains, trains or subways at any station in any country, embarking on a journey around the western land, and eventually returning to the origin. This is the meaning of "Oritosnake".

When this plan that sounds crazy was first proposed, no one thought that the bigwigs of the cabinet and parliament would let it pass. However, the controversy lasted only three months, and three months later it was included in the annual plan of the Kingdom Public Affairs Department. After three months, almost all countries in the Western Continent passed the same bill, so it is now the seventh phase of the project. The Ourobosnake is growing vigorously, and the shadow of the behemoth is looming behind it.

This is the influence of the sect association, which often changes the situation in a continent and determines the fate of tens of millions of people. Metien actually imagined that her brother could fight against such an enemy, saying that she was naive was already a gentle description.

When Linge was in a daze, he heard a low whimper. Then the ground began to tremble. The sand and gravel on the roadside trembled slightly. A huge noise drowned out the discussion of passengers around him. He raised his head and saw the boiling smoke. A row of black steel beasts rushed out of the smoke, gradually slowing down and stopped outside the station with sharp chirping.

In 1767, Raman Seal invented the steam locomotive of the outer suspension car, and the sect jointly transformed it and renovated the roads according to its scale. To this day, his creation still roared and galloped among the streets of the city, which is one of the symbols of the progress of the times.

For Linger, it is also the train to the end of fate.

He quietly mixed among other passengers and walked towards the front door where the train opened, as if he was walking towards the huge mouth of a beast who chose people to eat.

***

According to the announcement, after paying the five-pence fare, he got off at the Municipal Square Station and found that it had been occupied by the tents of the Moluya people. They were the romance singers and the ancestors of the circus, leaving behind many strange and terrifying legends. When he saw the funny-decorated clown distributing leaflets everywhere, he realized that in a few days, the Seding Mountain Carnival was about to begin.

It was a festival for sailors, hawkers and travelers, but the lively atmosphere actually enveloped everyone's head, making the municipal square come and go. In addition to the clown who distributed leaflets, there were also beast cages of black bears, dancers performing fire-breathing and divination tents.

Ringer was not interested in this. He walked around the area where the tent was stationed and planned to cross from the edge of the municipal square to St. Andy Street, but suddenly he stopped because a girl dressed in an unusual manner, blocked his way forward and stared at him quietly.

She looked like a character that only appeared in the storybook, with stunning facial features, a pair of big golden eyes, green green hair covering her smooth neck, and elegant and intellectual braids in the middle. She tied a strand of hair on both sides into a long braid, tied around her forehead, wearing silver hair accessories that looked like rice ears and crowns, full of noble and tranquil temperament. Holding a bell-tied wooden stick, wearing a simple but clean white skirt, she dressed like a shepherd, without shoes, a smooth calves exposed under the hem of the skirt, her delicate and fair feet stepped directly on the ground, without any scars or dust, and looked like a graceful craft.

What was particularly striking was that in her other hand, she was holding a gray rope, and the other end of the rope was tied between the neck of a lamb who looked only three or four months old. The lamb's hair was flawless white, fluffy and soft like a pile of clouds. At this moment, she was using her hooves to dig out the gaps in the square bricks and stones, as if she wanted to dig out grass from it.

Linger had never seen such a weird combination. She was not dressed like a person of this era. If she was a member of the circus, her temperament was too unique.

But Ringer didn't care about her origin, and classified her among the strangely erotic Molya people, and asked politely: "Is there anything wrong?"

The girl spoke gently, and her voice brought a little brightness to the gray sky: "You have the smell of an apple."

Lingge was slightly stunned, but soon reacted and shook his head and said, "I once heard that the Moluya people were all divination masters, inferring the fate of the world from the movement of stars. But I didn't expect that even the whereabouts of an apple were understood. Is this the essence of astrology?"

"I'm not a Molya, I'm a silver elf." The girl frowned slightly, and even her actions looked dignified and cute: "That's not an ordinary apple, it's the golden apple of fate."

Silver Elf? Golden Apple? Does she think she lives in a fairy tale world? Linger has always thanked these stories: "This is a new program for the circus? It is indeed novel. Unfortunately, I have something to do now, so I can only participate next time."

He lowered his head slightly to apologize, then walked past the girl. At the moment he passed by, he suddenly heard her say in a calm tone: "The fate of the world has its own fixed number, and the golden apple is a symbolic fixed number. Those who accidentally eat the golden apple will be involved in a fate that does not belong to him."

Linge's footsteps subconsciously stopped. He turned around, but he had only time to see the girl's skirt fluttering in the wind, like a white flower blooming. She had appeared on the other side of the municipal square at some time, going against the crowd, her figure was blurry and untouchable, but the voice still came lightly: "Son of the person who accidentally ate the golden apple, if you don't want to be involved in the fate of others, it is best to stay at home during this period and not go out at will."

"My name is Stcheria, the shepherd of the apple orchard, and the one who observes the fate of the world."

"We will meet again when the time comes."

The ethereal sound was swallowed by the noise of the crowd.

Turning around again, he disappeared.

Only Lin Ge was stunned, and the scene just now flashed back in his mind.

He suddenly remembered: The girl's ears were different from the pointed ears of humans.
Chapter completed!