With his hands supporting his body lying on the ground, Cassia found that the power he had lost had recovered a lot. He let out a soft cry in front of him, and the cold little hands on both sides of his head were still there. After raising his head, he first saw a small and cute face with a caring look.

My eyes were red and swollen, and the tears were wiped away by the little girl himself, but I could still see uncontrollable fear in my eyes.

"You're awake, that uncle,,," the little girl couldn't find the right words to describe what she wanted to express.

"It's okay, the uncle you mentioned didn't make things difficult for me. Let's have a good chat." Cassia sat up, shook her head, and found that Grote's influence on him was no longer there, but when she looked at the passengers around them, they were still sleeping like a living corpse. It seemed that they would not wake up until dawn.

"Thank you," Cassia stood up and said to the little girl, then took her luggage and asked her to wait for him in the original carriage. The temperature here is very low and the air becomes turbid, which is not suitable for people of the age of a little girl.

Nodding silently, the girl wanted to say something, but in the end she was pressed into her mouth. She could see that now was not a good time to talk, and Cassia still had a lot of cleaning work to complete.

Close the car door, Cassia found the suitcases of the five people according to the little girl's prompt, and then began to clean up the big blood flowers blooming in the carriage with their clothes. Unexpectedly, Cassia could only throw the body directly out of the window, and the same way of handling the clothes that had wiped the blood. After doing this, it was still black.

Standing at the bottom of the carriage, her eyes carefully looked at the carriage in front of her. After finding that there was indeed nothing missing, Cassia returned to the original carriage. Julian and Taranto were still asleep. The little girl sat in her original position, and the broken black box had been sewn with simple thread. She also leaned against her seat, her eyes closed, probably because she had fallen asleep on the way to wait for Cassia to come back.

Without waking her up, Cassia also sat in a comfortable seat to rest, closing her eyes to sort out everything that happened not long ago.

At the same time, shortly after the fire was extinguished, when Cassia left this spiritual world, the fire flashed again and no longer burned vigorously, but could survive and survive.

It was still the same as before. Grote sat on the stones horizontally, watching the flames rushing through the fire. There was no darkness around it, but it was not the lush grassland under the sun as he said to Cassia. It was just a wasteland, with a layer of gray clouds pressing on the sky, and it might rain again at any time. There were hard gray-brown rocks under his feet, and it could not grow a grass with strong vitality, nor a winding tree. There was only silence and desolation.

"Do you really hate this country like this? Why do you do this?" No shadow appeared beside Grote, and the words were passed down from the gray sky.

"Of course, even if the person who brought me to this point was myself, the people who attacked the things around me and destroyed them were empires. I always remember clearly how they treated my family." Grote said, and his words were unexpectedly calm, but the fire in front of him was rippling with flames, and Mars rushed into the sky, as if it was about to burn a hole in the gray clouds.

"And I don't treat Cassia as a tool for my own revenge. I know the best in my heart why I ended up like this. So for Cassia, I don't want him to repeat my path. What choices he will make in the end are his own business and he has absolute freedom. Even if he doesn't know, you should know that I do not have the power to restrain him. And as a tool, I don't need to guide and influence him, he finally has the last thing he does not need to guide and influence him.

He will gradually become a tool to see himself as a tool. This time will not be long. The more time before and after the war is, the more time it can trigger a group of madmen, Cassia is destined to be unable to escape during this time. And what we can do is of course only help him survive the turmoil and grow up as soon as possible. As for which step he can finally take, perhaps only you can see it, and of course I completely disappeared before that." Grote said word by word.

"Maybe, the empire has developed into this, and there are great reasons for you at the source. And the empire can really go to destruction in your foresight, and there will be your reasons. This is also the reason for you to do something completely." The voice in the sky responded, "But my situation is not better than you. As time goes by, the chances of my being dealt with will become greater and greater. Whether you can wait until Casia grows to save me is still an unknown. Even your preparation is pressed on him because of my reasons, which has more help to him. But as the first generation of knight kings in the empire, you should know how much things you have experienced when you grow to that point."

"Whether success or not, I am like you, a person without choice." Grote's eyes reflected the orange-red light of flames. "No matter what the final result is, Sukalius, since we can be connected through the spiritual world of Cassia, I hope you can fulfill your promise."

"Of course," Sukalius's voice fell through the clouds, and then the fire went out, and the desolate world fell into darkness again.

"It should be a revolver. The bullets fired by the magazine pistol do not have such powerful rotational power, which can blow up all the parts above the human neck." A thin young man spoke. He was squatting beside the five corpses, pressing them with his hands on the corpses. Based on the softness of the body, the weather reasons, and the changes in the color of the skin, we can determine the approximate time of death. Finally, through the train schedule, we can calculate which train they were thrown off.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's so troublesome, why not report the situation to the Holy Emperor Hall and let them send the address directly to us. This is much simpler." The woman talking on the side was wearing leather shorts, and her pair of white and slender thighs were exposed under the strong sunlight in the afternoon, but none of the other three men around enjoyed this beautiful scenery. Because they didn't want to be kicked off by these feet. The remaining woman in the team really didn't have any interest in what she also had.

"Sevena, if it can go smoothly, we saints should now sit in the church where they belong to listen to the prayers of the saints, instead of traveling thousands of miles to the side of this deserted train track and checking the corpse that would soon become smelly." The squatting man retorted the girl's impatient words, "The other party's communication staff is not a student who has just left the school. They are all people who have worked in the Hall of the Holy Emperor for more than ten years. They are experienced and have no trace of tracking left."

"And the Holy Emperor Hall did not expect that the marks on the skull would be quietly transferred to the spine, and they could also leave the most important thing to a saint who knew nothing to take care of. So our main force followed the butlers who protected the saint, and these were the only people who followed the saint." The man sitting on the railroad tracks spoke at this time, "But these people's strength is not low, but the result is like this. It seems that the saint has arranged other people who we don't know next to it."
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