Alex." Wilderge said before the car with only two passengers arrived at the destination and stopped. "Don't worry too much." He raised his arms, Juana and a pistol of nearly 9 inches disappeared magically on the inside of his coat. There was no trace of it from the outside: "The Salieri family is not that fragile."

Alex closed the book and blinked.

Baby Alex is good, but she is too worried about the Necromancer wants to shrugge: "You can do whatever you want for my master." As he spoke, he leaned forward and put his finger on the car door to push open the heavy car door; at the same time, the door opened on its own. The strange look in the eyes of the car with one hand and swept past, but he still couldn't escape the eyes of the two undead people - but this strangeness did not affect his face. The face was still gentle and calm - so far he has not given a reply to the last question, and Alex didn't seem to be so eager to get the answer... Two lifeless and patient guys Wilderge thought.

"Is the service staff in St. South Asia so scarce?" asked the eldest son of the Salieri family with a smile, putting an arm on his strenuous shoulder. "I actually want a Lord to open the door."

"Good evening, Sir Wilderglieri," said Felix, before answering Wilderg's question: "I just returned from His Highness Rosalia. According to the doctor, she is expected to recover from her health within two days but still cannot accept visits. I have given you gifts and flowers."

"Thank you." Alex nodded and handed the book to Wilderger for it's hard to express his gratitude for the arm finally moved away from his shoulder.

****

They stayed in Santa South Asia for two days and then arranged according to the established route to the Crown Prince and Princess and their party will take the train to the next city. Although they can reach their destination along the coastal road, the nearly fully enclosed train is obviously safer and more comfortable. The only disadvantage is that it is a bit slow because it is constantly required to pass through bridges and tunnels. When the train is basically only kept at around 6o-7o.

This train, which only has 9 cars, can only accommodate 20 passengers in each car. Almost became their special train. In addition to the mother who was with Rosalia and the protector in casual clothes - the tall Templars, there are also traces of her and Alex's entourage. The believers who followed Rosalia all the way, occupied the first car behind the motorcycle and the two carriages at the rear of the motorcycle.

This is a comfortable and clean train carriage sound insulation function and excellent. During operation, you can't feel the oscillation and noise caused by the bumps in the train. Alex and Rosalia have their own single box independent: i bathroom independent bed and office area - like the ship, almost all the large furniture is fixed on the light gray carpet with white curtains and gray-black wall panels - the room is only about 8 times 12 feet, but the space is quite reasonable.

Alex walked in. Wildeger followed him firmly, holding an ancient parchment book in his hand. Their luggage was already in place an hour before. The flight attendant opened the door and walked straight to the sand and small coffee table for passengers to read. He was kindly turned on the soft light for him.

"Thank you," said Alex. The flight attendant bowed slightly without being humble. Then, as proud and humbly as a castle housekeeper, introduced Wilderger to various methods of use and the brief description of the train. It seemed that he regarded the latter as Alex's bodyguard. Although it was nothing wrong to say this. In the end, he politely declined Wilderger's tip and quietly retreated.

"What are you looking at?" Wilderger put the manuscripts that were stuck under his arm on the bookshelf made of hard leather. Now there are several ancient books on Alex's carry. They may not be fairy tale books. But without exception, they are all covered with leather, parchment and paper. The cut is gold. The light yellow floor paper has a delicate touch. The dark gray-blue or dark brown printing or the handwritten font is clear and beautiful.

His Royal Highness stood in front of the car window and looked at the hilly areas at dusk through the clean glass. They were undulating. The lush plants and trees showed different shades of golden, red and dark brown under the dim light due to their different locations. Some low-lying areas may be swamps or hidden lakes. They will instantly reflect dazzling light at a suitable angle. This scenery is as magnificent, as gorgeous, and as elusive as the oceans Alex once saw with his own eyes and felt personally. It is just that those ups and downs seem to be spells similar to "time stop" by a powerful god. They are solidified for a long time. But when you stare at them, you will feel that they will move at any time.

"Look at the bat." Alex replied. A bat was passing by his ground. Under the golden red and dark blue underground scene, its body outline looked particularly clear. Alex

The force can easily see how it beats itself gently in the air.

"There are indeed many bats in this area because there are caves and trees everywhere." Wilderger walked to him: "It's basically fruit bats and big-eared bats." He swept through the air and flew around and caught big moths. "There are less than a hundred small communities. In the caves at the Triangle Sea base, thousands of bats hung together like bunches of grapes during the harvest season, which were very spectacular."

"Really." Alex admitted.

"Indeed?" Wilderger raised his eyebrows: "When have you been to that haunted place again?"

"I can't say 'again'." Alex replied sincerely: "It's the place where I'm giving you an emergency treatment, that's it's impossible to see the top of the hole covered with these small winged breastfeeding creatures - the medicine you used at that time had their fresh feces and blood in it." Like water~: The guy who reflects too long arcs... Bat dung, rose petals, feathers, sulfide spider webs... These are the most basic spell casting materials. Pharmaceuticals are also indispensable, and the smell is special and the texture is distinctive and unique. Maybe my Necromancer should make up for the lesson... lest I need him to help me find the materials, and I have to accompany "Ten Millions of Basic Materials" when I ask this sentence Alex didn't say this, but when the Lich had not released the call of the soul, it is not that important whether the corresponding airflow passes through the three vocal cords. The evidence is that the Necromancercercer immediately rolled up his lips.

"...I feel not as dull as you think..." The Dead Knight who tried to save his unfortunate fate said, grabbing his back as if nothing had happened - there was an insect in his palm when the hand was stretched out.

Only their eyes could tell that it was an insect because it was as big as a canary. From the fingers that were closed by Wilderger, it could be roughly seen that its body was basically red-brown. The mouthparts were like a tough wire ring. Its body and wings were intact, but it was just stiff and didn't even dare to fall into the pale palm of the "human".

"It's very interesting kid." Alex whispered "Dark Pocket" - a level 1 spell filled with a scalpel and other torture tools cannot be used by others. Evil magic items can be loaded into the bag regardless of weight: Unfortunately, moths are obviously defaulted to non-items by rules here.

Wilderger tightened his fingers and encountered a little resistance-but...it was very good to fit in this time.

"Oh," he looked at Alex's ominous face: "If you need **, there are still many more here. Look!" He walked over and opened the door hard - the window glass on the other side of the corridor was covered with these huge moths.

***

"Butterfly...butterfly..."

The little girl pointed to a shadow on the curtain and shouted. Her mother hurriedly carried her away. The little girl's legs were soft and drooped like matches. She was a polio patient. Her parents brought her here from the other end of the mainland to make great efforts to make the holy land of Sardinia. But they came late and hugged the last glimmer of hope. The three of them were ready to follow the saint with the last little savings until the next time the holy light came. They thought the saint was just too tired. Maybe they could see their little daughter running and jumping like a normal child.

"It's the Madonna of Moth, which is really big." The little girl's father shouted, "I'll catch it." He picked up his coat like every ordinary father who pleased his children, and walked over with great enthusiasm and cautiousness. He rushed to the car window glass and covered the moth under the coat with the curtains.

"Be careful." The mother called out that the moth was so furry that it made her sick.

"I grabbed it!" The father replied with difficulty, with incredible eyes: "It's so powerful!" He had to use his body to press the coat.

The mother put her little daughter on the bed and looked at her husband worriedly. His body was first tense and then relaxed and still.

"Forget it, don't worry about it." She grabbed her husband's shoulder and tried to pull him up hard, but the weight in her hand was much lower than she imagined. She staggered backwards. Her husband fell lightly on her. An old woman living with her stared at the man's face in the hazy light for several seconds. The Bible in her hand slid to the ground while she let out a terrible howl.

The man's face is like a vacuum-packed chicken feet. The wrinkled skin tightly absorbs protruding bones. The old woman with good eyes can even see that two of his back molars fell.

The coat swelled strangely around and became irregular.

****

"His Excellency Ino..."

The attendant looked at Inspector Ino, covering his face, suddenly flipped up from the bed without any time to wear a mask, and raised his hand to cover his cloak, pulled up his hood and opened the door and rushed out - a sharp, cold and extremely familiar voice suddenly penetrated into the brains of every Templar: "Enemy attack!" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!