This is a medium-sized carriage on the train, located at the very back of the train. This carriage has been reserved by the organization and is exclusively used by Geer and others.
The interior of the carriage is brown, and the inner walls of pine wood are darkened due to long use. The seating arrangement consists of two benches large enough for two people to sit on both sides of a rectangular table, forming a
There are rectangular seat spaces. Every two rectangular seat spaces are relatively distributed on both sides of the carriage. There is an aisle in the middle for people to walk. The gaps between the rectangular seat spaces in the same row are separated by leather-covered wooden boards. There is no way to do it without standing up.
See the other side.
Geer was sitting at the very front of the car, with his back to the door, and everything coming in and out was under his nose. Sitting opposite him was Lucaline, who was dozing off on the table.
, the paper and pen on one side were swept to the innermost side by the window.
Seated on the other side of the corridor were two of Geer's subordinates, Iona and Kang, each occupying a bench.
"Excuse me, does anyone need food or drinks?"
Hearing the sound of the rear carriage door being opened, Geer turned around and saw a young female flight attendant pushing a trolley with a variety of food on it.
Seeing the hesitation on the female flight attendant's face, Geer knew what she was hesitating about. There was obviously a strange atmosphere in the carriage and from her point of view, most of them were strong men with ruffian looks. It was no wonder that she was a little afraid.
Go in.
"Bring me a cup of Ibi grass." Geer dug into his pocket, took out a handful of change, counted a few coins and handed them to the flight attendant.
"Okay." The flight attendant took the money, skillfully found the wooden cup and the water bottle with the cork, poured the drink Gal needed into the cup, and placed it in front of him.
At this time, Lucaline slowly raised her head, revealing her sleepy face. It must have been this movement that woke her up.
"Having something to drink will help you feel refreshed. How about you have some too?" Geer saw Luckarin trying to open her eyes with some difficulty, and there was some darkness under her eyes, so he asked her if she wanted some too.
"Yeah~" Lucalin rubbed her eyes, leaned against the car window, and agreed to Geer's suggestion.
"Another Ibi grass drink."
"Okay, here's the drink you wanted."
Geer took the drink handed over by the flight attendant for the second time and handed it to Lucalin. Lucalin put the wooden cup to her cheek. The unique refreshing taste of Ibi grass became more intense when stimulated by the ice-cold water.
The heat of the summer afternoon dissipated a lot, which lifted her spirits.
"Hey, flight attendant, give me a sandwich. I want the venison sandwich..." Seeing Geer and Lucaline finishing their orders, Kang, who was sitting opposite, also started to buy some food from the flight attendant.
Iona, who was leaning against the inner wall of the carriage and sitting huddled on the bench, keeping her attitude of keeping strangers out, also spoke: "A cup of iced flower tea, thank you."
"Don't you have something to deal with and plan to stay in San Rotalo? How come you have time to follow us to Emrock?" After taking a sip of the refreshing drink, Geer felt that his afternoon drowsiness had been eliminated a lot, and the person opposite him
After taking a few sips of the drink, Lucaline seemed to be in much better spirits.
Lucaline lowered her head and looked at the emerald green liquid in the cup: "Come out and be quiet, there are a lot of annoying things in San Lotaro."
After getting along for a period of time, the relationship became much more harmonious, and the two of them were able to talk to each other. In addition, Geer showed extraordinary interest in items such as Femis spiritual sacrifices, and was even willing to use more precious ones.
The high knight's martial arts were exchanged, which made Lucaline, who had always done some research on ancient items, also very interested, and they chatted several times together in their free time.
Since they have common hobbies, the relationship between the two can be regarded as good friends besides superiors and subordinates.
Originally, after Gal chose the mission of Emrock, non-combatants like Lucaline should have stayed in San Rotalo. She herself had no intention of going to Emrock. But when it was time to set off for the train station
, Geer saw Luckarin at the waiting point, who had arrived earlier and looked exhausted. She fell asleep on the table as soon as she got on the bus and didn't wake up until now.
Geer smiled understandingly: "It seems you are in a lot of trouble."
Lucalin put her hands on the side of her face and kept rubbing her temples with her fingers, looking a little distressed.
"Let's not talk about it anymore. This is the relevant information I compiled last night. You can take it and take a look."
"What kind of information?" Geer took a stack of papers that Lucalin took out from her bag. On the surface of the first piece was a weapon that looked like a combination of a one-handed ax and a short spear.
"Ronsha's belief and the sacrificial utensils used in the same period as the Femis Spiritual Sacrifice were stolen six years ago when they were on display at the Laughlin National Museum in the Gant Empire. The official clues provided may be that it was done by the Holy Spirit Cult.
of."
"Huh?" Geer turned to the second page, and the content on it was roughly the same as what Lucalin said.
"There is also the Feast of Blood. Five years ago, the family of Earl Wellington, the chief executive of Aspinwall, an important commercial city in the Kilufian Federation, was exterminated. Among the items lost in the house was the Feast of Blood. Earl Wellington was an anti-religious member of the Kilufian Federation.
One of the banner figures of doctrine, and as a partner of our royal family, he strangled the remnants of the Holy Spirit Cult. Although there are no clues about this extermination case so far, according to a series of relevant information provided by the organization, it is very likely that it is related to the Holy Spirit Cult.
There are relationships……"
Listening to Lucaline's introduction, Geer flipped through a few more pages and soon saw what she called the Feast of Blood - a short sword with a blade that was curved like a snake, and a drop of blood on the hilt studded with gems.
Drops of blood flowed on it.
"And the messenger of fate..."
Lucalin's memory is very good. She did not need to check the information, so she introduced the contents of the information to Geer in the next time. When Geer was flipping through the information, the few pictures he saw in it actually made him feel energetic.
There was a faint beat in the bar.
"...According to statistics, a total of seventeen items similar to the Femis Spiritual Sacrifice have gone missing in the past few years. In each case, there is a shadow of the Holy Spirit Cult either explicitly or implicitly. Therefore, it can be determined that the Holy Spirit Cult is a
Collect these items consciously.”
"So, this incident at the Royal Museum is actually the Holy Spirit Cult's special purpose for Femis' spiritual sacrifice?" Geer licked his lips. Although he was asking questions, he already had a definite answer in his heart.
"It should be. It may also be to cooperate with the terrorist actions of the Felian Republic Army, but the Femis Spiritual Sacrifice definitely plays a very important part in it."
"So what's their goal? There must be a reason for collecting such items, right?" Geer leaned his head on the partition behind him, his mind spinning rapidly, thinking about what the Holy Spirit's goal might do to him.
Influence.
"This is still unknown. According to some tablets dug out from the remains of the Briggs Dynasty in the organization, the information above mentions the role of these ritual vessels, which seems to be related to an ancient religious ceremony.
However, there is no record of the specific content. I only know that this ritual was very important to the ancient dynasty, and the rest is not clear." After chatting for a while, coupled with the effect of the drink, Lucaline's spirit has obviously recovered a lot,
He returned to his usual demeanor.
"There is still too little information. This time I came to Emrock just to try my luck and see if I can find anything." Geer didn't have any idea for a while, so he picked up the wooden cup and drank it hard.
After a while, he simply asked his adjutant: "What are your ideas?"
There was a hint of pride in the corner of Lucalin's mouth: "You can just turn to page 37."
Geer turned the information to the page Luckarin mentioned, and another pattern appeared on it. This time it was a round cup made of gold. The surface of the cup was full of exquisite carvings. Turning to the next page, the page
The name of this cup appears in one line - pray.
"This blessing is also a ritual instrument of the Briggs dynasty, and it is the most advanced one. It can only be used by emperors in the highest sacrifices. Now the blessing is an heirloom of the Dandisson family to which Amlock belongs. I think if the Holy Spirit
If the cult learns about it, they will definitely take action. We can go over and see if there is any chance to catch the tail of the Holy Spirit Cult."
When Geer heard this, he frowned and said with some doubts in his tone: "According to the intelligence, Emlock can be regarded as the place where the power of the Holy Spirit Cult is most concentrated. Could it be that they had succeeded long ago, but the Dandison family did not tell them?"
"It's unlikely. We also learned about this news not long ago. A senior executive of the organization accidentally learned it from Wally Dandyson, the second son of Viscount Dandyson, when he visited the Dandyson family. The outside world had never heard of it before.
No one knew that this was a secret that the Dandison family had deliberately kept. Originally, the senior management wanted to ask the Viscount for purchase, but he was directly rejected, so they recorded it in the organization's intelligence data. It was considered a very secret matter. The Holy Spirit
The teacher probably doesn’t know this news yet.”
"Then there's another problem. If the Holy Spirit Church doesn't know about it, how could they go to Dandison's house?"
Faced with another question from Geer, Lucalyn smiled confidently: "About a week ago, Wally Dandison stole the blessing and found the person in charge of our stronghold in Elmrock, hoping to sell this antique.
To the organization, although it was stopped by Viscount Dandison who came later, the matter had already become a big deal. In addition, the high-level officials who had been rejected deliberately spread the news about Wally, the prodigal son, in private. Now the whole Emrock
Everyone is making fun of this matter. As long as the Holy Spirit Cult is not stupid, this news will definitely be hidden from them. I have mobilized some resources of the organization to pay attention to the dynamics of the Dandison family, and will let us know as soon as there is news.
I know, of course this is in your name."
"That's no problem. Maybe the Dandison family is a breakthrough." Geer nodded, not dissatisfied with Lucaline using his name to do things.
Seeing that Geer didn't pay too much attention to the fact that she was using his name to act without permission, Lucaline's breathing that had slowed down subconsciously resumed again, and her clenched hands under the table also relaxed, and her voice
Still maintaining the same tone as before: "This is just the primary plan. As a backup, I have several more ideas..."
"ah!"
"Clang!"
Lucalin's words were interrupted by a scream in the carriage and the corresponding sound of objects falling to the ground. It was a female voice.
Just when Geer and Lucaline subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, Iona, who was curled up on the bench opposite, had already jumped up and climbed over the partition lightly.
"ah!"
Just a few breaths later, another scream came, but this time it was a male voice.