Me! Cleaner!

Chapter 437 Iron Palace

"Help!"

"Killing people!!"

Joshua, who was "assassinated", was lucky enough to open the door handle of the carriage, but his collar was grabbed by Leon from behind. After struggling for several times, he was unable to break free. In desperation, he had to struggle as hard as he could. He screamed for help at the top of his lungs.

After all, the driver of the carriage was not deaf. There was so much noise in the carriage, so naturally he would not react at all.

When he heard the guest calling for help, he hurriedly slowed down and parked, then opened the small window between the driver's seat and the car, and cautiously took a look.

"You two...this is what you are doing?"

"fine."

After covering Joshua's mouth, Leon turned back and said without changing his expression:

"We are joking, you continue... What happened to your face?"

ah?

The coachman was stunned for a moment by the question, then he stretched out his spherical metal palm, touched his somewhat rusty face, and said with puzzled eyes:

"Guest, is there something on my face?"

“…”

It's not that there's something on your face, but what exactly are you? ! !

Looking at the iron head with a strange metallic luster peeking through the small window, and the empty eyes that turned into brown glass, the two people in the carriage couldn't help but **** in a breath of cold air at the same time.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Already startled by Leon's "assassination", and then suddenly startled by the monster peeking out of the transom, the freckled prince's fright level was completely blown away. His whole body went limp as if he had no bones, and he fell directly to the ground. On the ground of the carriage, people looked at the tin coachman with horrified eyes and said nothing for a long time.

Although Leon was also shocked by the tin doll coachman, his two months as a cleaner had really sharpened his mental endurance. Abnormal events of this level were no longer enough to frighten him. .

After trying to calm down, Leon reached out to close the carriage door first, then lifted up Joshua, who was already limp, and directly pressed him back to the chair opposite, and then tentatively said to the carriage driver:

"Can you tell me what it feels like when you touch your face?"

What problem is this?

Although he was a little confused by Leon's question, the coachman who received the two guests from outside the parliament gate knew that the identity of the two guests was not simple, so the coachman answered honestly:

"It's almost the same as usual, cold and hard... Oh yes, my face may be a little rusty recently, and I think it needs some oil."

It's been a little rusty lately...

After hearing this somewhat strange answer, Leon's eyes couldn't help but narrowed slightly.

He already thinks that he is the Tin Woodman, not a soft-skinned human being, which means that the coachman's own cognition has been confused, which means that the abnormality that caused his change should not be of low status.

Want to touch his face?

Temporarily giving up the plan to stun Joshua, Leon looked at the puzzled tin head in the small window and hesitated whether to reach out and touch it, but finally gave up the plan.

After all, it turns the coachman into a tin doll. If it is the kind of anomaly that spreads through contact, touching it directly is undoubtedly equivalent to delivering it to your door. When the cause and type of anomaly cannot be determined, it is better to reduce contact. relatively safe.

"really."

After looking at the face of the tin coachman, he found some reddish-brown rust on his neck and chin. Leon nodded kindly and said:

"You're a little rusty, you really need to take good care of it."

"Haha, forget it." After hearing Leon's words, the iron coachman smiled honestly, and then said in a strange voice with a slight metallic sound:

"Maintenance is done by noble people like you. We can just apply some rapeseed oil to prevent moisture. Besides, my work is exposed to wind and rain. No matter how much I maintain it, it will still get rusty."

"That's really hard work."

Adhering to the working principle of not alerting the other party before confirming the source of the anomaly, Leon chatted for a while while grabbing Joshua's hand and pushing open the carriage door, and then said without changing his expression:

"By the way, I suddenly remembered something. Please stop here and wait for me for a moment. I will get out of the car and take a look."

"Ah, okay!"

After hearing Leon's words, the iron coachman nodded in response, then turned his creaking neck and looked straight at the freckled prince on the ground with his two eyes made of brown glass balls.

"guest."

The chin stained with reddish-brown rust was slightly opened, revealing a stiff and dull strange smile unique to a doll. The iron coachman tilted his neck, which was limited by the iron joints and could not twist in a wide range. He said pitifully to the frightened Joshua:

"Want a hot towel?"

"Wow!!"

The tin rickshaw driver looked human-like, but his behavior was not so human-like. It probably triggered the uncanny valley effect and directly shattered Joshua's psychological defenses that had been broken down.

After howling uncontrollably, Joshua threw himself directly at the door of the carriage, almost rolling off the carriage, instinctively wanting to stay away from this strange carriage.

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However, when Joshua got up from the ground and prepared to run away with a pale face, he only looked up for a moment and then sat down on the ground.

The palace, the streets, the square, the streets...he had seen this place countless times, and there were all kinds of tin men everywhere!

The sentries that were supposed to be guarding the palace gate with weapons were replaced by two teams of tall black iron soldiers. The thickened iron-gray guard uniforms turned into real black-gray iron and became a part of the guards' bodies.

On the horse-drawn road outside the palace, steam carriages were speeding past, but the horses pulling the carriages had turned into tin horses, and their joints had turned into toy ball joints.

The originally smooth and steady movement became jerky due to the changes in the joints. After running a certain distance, the iron horse's limbs reset, and the carriage behind him suddenly stopped.

In addition, there are the guards in front of the square, well-dressed nobles, pedestrians on the streets, wild dogs stealing goods, and vendors chasing and yelling at each other...

All the things that were supposed to be living creatures have turned into iron dolls. Even though the surroundings of the palace are still prosperous, but looking around, there is cold and hard iron gray everywhere, without even a trace of the soft color that belongs to flesh and blood.

"This...this..."

I'm afraid this is not an ordinary abnormal object...

Squinting his eyes and looking further away, Leon couldn't help but take a deep breath when he saw a group of children turning into iron at the end of the long street.

It was not just the coachman who was turned into iron, but all living creatures around him, and the scope was still expanding. In addition...

He lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were still made of flesh and blood. After they rubbed each other for a while, Leon's brows furrowed as he felt the cold and hard touch.

Am I a Tin Man too?

(End of chapter)