The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 112 Freight Trap
"It was an unexpected failure and Bruno died."

Nightingale threw a card on the table.

A dim whale oil lamp was placed beside the deck of cards, emitting a dim yellow light through the glass cover. Now is the time for Nightingale's activities.

This is a new safe house.

Nightingale was also playing cards with him, and she threw down a card without hesitation after seeing the new card.

"I originally had higher expectations for him, but it turned out like this."

"He's too impatient. He probably knew someone from the mine massacre."

"Doron is very confident. This matter will soon be on the news. I think he will be kicked out of the military soon."

"That's not certain, maybe some of the generals will appreciate him, after all, His Majesty has always approved of fast and sharp military actions, we all know that." Nightingale paused for a while, and didn't say the joke she really wanted to say .

That is a capital offense.

Of course, the joke has reached the stage where it can be understood without saying much.

Nightingale, who was sitting opposite him, laughed out loud.

The reputation of the current Dorne queen Heron IV is not good in the upper class, not only because she is a rare queen.

This extremely noble figure has the reputation of "the honest man" and "the wise man" in the distant countries, but it is a pity that the titles given to the king are not as intuitive as ordinary people.For kings, the real reputations they can get are usually relatively neutral words, such as "white fire", "long beard", "man in the purple room", "iron fist" and so on.

And if the title of a certain king is a descriptive word, such as "turning slowly", it means that the king is not smart, and if the title is "a wise man", it means that he or she is not only insufficient. Smart, but also likes torture.

Heron IV is certainly not unintelligent, but for some special reasons, she did not receive the education that a king should have.

Therefore, even if she insists on the control of military power, it is inevitable that she will make jokes of short-sightedness in politics.

For example, Loren Wars.
The two nightingales smiled at each other and stopped discussing this topic.

"However, that detective was not a failure. Although he died, the local Presbyterian Church still got the bill and understood the identity of the Holy Grail Society's benefactor. If they don't want to leave Sasha City in despair, they can only fight with The Holy Grail is at war. Do you think they can win? Now the Holy Grail has the support of big companies."

"I'd like to believe them once, Grogne Dominion and Colonel Des Jonrad are both ruthless characters, especially the latter, I heard about his deeds when I was a child, when our court poet was still I made a martial arts song for him." Nightingale still had lingering fears when she mentioned that name. "Even if he is old, I don't want to be near him."

As the capital of Dorne, Yaxin is a bustling city, but to the locals, it is not very suitable for ordinary people to live in.

There is a legitimate need for older people to leave the city in order to preserve their health.

Another nightingale has a different view: "No matter how big a business is, it needs people to maintain it. Dess Jonrad may have the ability to pull out nails. But Mr. Jinzhu is not willing to let his investment go to waste. They must timely Whether to stop losses or invest more is unknown.”

"Anyway, we can't see it anymore. We will go back for the holiday in December."

The two were silent for a while, and condemned together: "Damn assignment!"

Most of the transshipment centers in the world are the same.

The semi-circular high dome has two track entrances and exits at the front and rear.

The exposed parts of the railroad tracks began to fork outwards, drawing arcs, and some tracks only extended less than 70 meters. Their role was only to temporarily guide and park the carriages, and these scattered short-distance tracks were already full. The freight car looks like a blooming flower petal pattern when viewed from a height.

There is a hotel two kilometers away, which is now full of people.

The three-day notice period for the outage from Sasha City has passed, but operations here have not yet resumed.

It can't be said to be chaotic and disorderly, but the train is also in a state where it can't start at all.

Clayton asked the train manager here, and only then did he know that there are many live animals that need to be transported in the freight trains these days, so they need to check their health status before departure, and the schedule is delayed for another two days.The most excessive one was a guest from Narda. The old man took twenty cows on a freight train and asked to reach a certain border city at the southernmost tip. The fodder for feeding these cows took up several carriages, and It made the whole place smell like cow dung.

They had to wash down the field before the start.

While speaking, the conductor on the train looked at Clayton's neck intentionally or unintentionally. It was the first time he had seen someone use a complete wolf fur as a scarf, and the fur was still as smooth and moist.

This image makes it hard to doubt that this is not a powerful person.

Clayton knew this well. The scars on his face had healed, his hair and beard had been groomed, besides the scarf, he also put on rings on his hands, and picked out a good walking stick. Has a decent style.

He asked the nobleman to apply to the railway company for the suspension of cargo escort. If he was dressed like an ordinary person, then these administrators would definitely become suspicious and demanded to re-examine Athena Berruger's cargo, and then Detain the goods and ask him to go back and wait for the notice.

Smuggling contraband under the guise of aristocrats is commonplace in the transportation industry, and this is a phenomenon that any competent train operator will be vigilant about.

But if the people who come to pick up the goods look like real nobles, they will turn a blind eye.

When the train conductor finished a new sentence, Clayton raised his right hand and said in a tone that could be called no one else: "Thank you for this matter, where are Madame Brugge's goods? Are the guards still there?"

"They said they can only leave after seeing their employer, but at this time." The conductor looked back at the huge mechanical dial on the wall and said with certainty: "They should rest in the hotel at this moment."

"No one is allowed in your car?"

"No, it's just that the goods you want are squeezed into the same carriage as the cattle from Narda, and we are cleaning there."

He pointed to a carriage for Clayton to see. Another conductor wearing a brown uniform was spraying the interior of the carriage with the nozzle of a water gun from the sliding door on the side. Water splashed from the open door on the other side of the carriage. Water trickled down the sides of the carriages, forming puddles on the gravel beside the tracks.

There was faint resentment in the conductor's tone, but it was subtly concealed.

Because of shift scheduling, there are only four people in the transfer center, and everyone else has gone to eat.

He could not help feeling daunted at the thought of having to entertain this guest while they were working cold and hungry.

"The goods are inside?" the other party asked.

He immediately raised his spirits: "Yes, sir."

Clayton hummed as affirmation, and began to wonder what Athena had sent here.

It looks like it should be something that won't get in the water.

"Is the cow there?"

The conductor thought he was upset, and quickly explained: "The cows looked sick, and the old man said to let them bask in the sun, so he drove them all out."

"Very good." Clayton nodded approvingly.

The conductor sent another form: "We have also checked the condition of the cargo, and everything is normal."

Checked. Didn't these guys see the problem?
The lieutenant took the form suspiciously, and he saw "my" goods among the many items listed above.

In the option box for the type of cargo, the conductor filled in "medicine raw materials".

"I have to check again and tell him to stop." He pointed to the conductor holding the water gun with his cane.

"Of course, sir." The conductor trotted over and said a few words to the man doing the cleaning, and then they got out of the car, turned the red valve on the console next to it, and turned off the water pump that powered the water gun.

Clayton looked around and made sure that no one other than the staff of the transfer center was around, and then he raised his leg and stepped into the carriage.

Of course he brought a helper, because he wasn't sure if he could move things by himself.

However, the appearances of Flendingin and Barbara didn't quite match his current identity, so they had to wait outside the transfer center with the carriage, and kept their mouths open.

As for Julius, whose image could easily steal everyone's limelight, Clayton didn't let him come.

After entering the carriage, Clayton easily found Athena Prugger's item according to the list.

It was a long yellow wooden box with the cargo number written in red pen on the surface. The length was about the height of a person, and it was leaning against the wall inside the carriage.

Because the cow that occupies the most space is not there, it is the most eye-catching in the whole carriage.

He quickly stepped forward to support the box and put it flat on the ground, only to find that a strong metal padlock was firmly locking the box cover on the side.

Clayton had no key, of course, and it was impossible to break the strong steel lock beam.

After squatting down, he pondered for a moment, grasped the padlock in his palm and twisted it clockwise. Accompanied by the tooth-piercing creaking sound and splashing sawdust, he pulled the whole lock together with the matched iron buckle structure from the fragile wooden body of the box. Pulled out.

This is much better.

Lifting the lid of the box, the smell of spices rushed to the nostrils.

Surrounded by many dehydrated herbs, a shriveled human body wrapped in white bandages was exposed before Clayton's eyes.

Even the lieutenant, who was well-informed, was almost frightened and out of balance.

After he calmed down, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he finally understood why the type of goods marked by the conductor was "medicine raw materials".

It's a mummy of Maxley!

(End of this chapter)