After talking to the artist, Barn once again deeply felt how extraordinary Arkham is today. If Ford's intelligence was flawed and could not be completely trusted, then his former comrade in front of him was the one he could trust most now.

exist.

"What's your plan?" The artist threw a handful of grain.

Barn seemed confident and said: "Before we came out, Mr. Zoe had already calculated the danger here. Mr. Zoe said that we just need to make sure that there are no gods here."

The artist warned: "Don't underestimate the danger here. According to my observations, there is at least one superhuman above level 40 here, and even a legendary demigod."

Barn smiled confidently: "Don't worry, this matter will not be traced to us. It is not suitable for us to reveal too much technology now. After all, our real enemy is the August Empire and those ghosts."

The artist didn't ask much when he heard this. The meaning of his existence here was to convey news. As for the information about the organization, the less he knew, the safer it would be.

After chatting, the two people left one after another very naturally, without seeming to attract anyone's attention.

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Meanwhile, Arkham Northern Railway Station.

Due to the stop of the Royal Train, the operation of this old railway station has changed.

Nowadays, only five trains can stop here every day, and this situation needs to be maintained until the Queen leaves here.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, this is the second train to stop here today.

This train has twenty carriages, five of which are passengers and fifteen are cargo.

"Let them behave themselves, surround Her Majesty's train, and don't let those dishonest guys get close."

On the platform, Station Master Moulton personally led his staff to form a fence to separate the movers from the Queen's train.

Moulton is the station master of this 54-year-old station. He is 54 years old this year and has been serving the railway system his whole life since he was 17 years old.

After working at the bottom for twenty years, as Ross's father, George Arkham, came to power, he was gradually promoted to the station master of Arkham's only train station in three years.

The fifty-four-year-old stationmaster Moulton looks at least ten years younger than his age. He is not tall, only about 1.75 meters, with an upright body and a slightly bulging beer belly.

Stationmaster Moulton's ancestor seems to be a down-and-out noble. Although he has fallen into poverty, his family has been above average in Arkham since he was a child. This gives Stationmaster Moulton a good tutor.

Wearing a well-fitting dark blue uniform, coupled with his neatly combed black hair, well-groomed mustache and quite handsome appearance, this old man is full of age and maturity.

Among the divorced middle-aged women in Arkham, Webmaster Moulton is indeed very popular.

Not only is his family well-off, he is also quite good-looking, and he even has a very elegant and artistic temperament.

Painting, red wine, and cigars are the labels attached to Webmaster Moulton in the past twenty years.

As long as he is in his spare time, people can often see him sitting in a yard full of sunflowers or beside a wall covered with morning glories, drawing realistic paintings, holding a cigar in his mouth, and tasting fine wine.

of red wine.

"Hey! Webmaster, have you met the queen? Is she beautiful?" Two days have passed, and the people below are still asking questions.

Stationmaster Moulton touched his mustache and shook his head with a smile: "I didn't see it. The entire train station was taken over by Mayor Arkham that day, so I could only take a look from a distance."

"What a pity! I heard that Her Majesty the Queen is the most beautiful woman in the entire empire!" The young and energetic young men below were a little restless.

Stationmaster Moulton smiled and said nothing more.

Webmaster Moulton is not only a favorite among middle-aged and elderly women, but also has good popularity among men.

When I mention this webmaster, the first thing that comes to mind is that he is easy-going, kind, and good to others. He is a truly good person.

It is said that the webmaster has not had any quarrels or troubles with anyone for almost twenty years.

Not to mention the now orderly Arkham, even in the chaotic period before, when gangsters and gangsters from Rhodes Chamber of Commerce came in and out of the station, they never felt sorry for Station Master Moulton, and they never even said bad words to him.

Station Commander Moulton trained his men very well. Although he didn't say much, the group of young people immediately stopped, squeezed the batons in their hands, and looked around with all their energy.

.

As the passengers gradually walked out of the station, the entire station became deserted.

At this time, Moulton discovered a young man who was holding on to a pillar and vomiting.

"Rule, come over and take a look." Since he had to protect the Queen's train, Moulton couldn't move casually.

A strong young man in his thirties standing next to Moulton strode over, reached out and patted the young man who was vomiting constantly and asked: "Sir, are you okay?"

At this time, the vomiting young man slowly raised his head, and you could see that his face was white and a little blue, his pupils were a little blurry, and there was something dirty at the corner of his mouth.

"I feel... very uncomfortable." After saying this, the young man lowered his head again and started to vomit.

Ruhr held his breath and looked down, and found that what the young man vomited out was no longer half-digested food, but a large amount of gravel-like things, mixed with weird yellow hairs, which looked very weird and disgusting.

Seeing this scene, Ruel couldn't help but clenched his fists, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

The next second, he wanted to turn around and leave quickly, but found that he had lost control of his body.

At this time, the young man's head suddenly turned at an angle that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, grinned his mouth full of filth, and said in a somewhat crazy tone: "Did you see it? The great angel is flying in the sky.

, the spirits in the deep sky fill my body.”

The next second, the young man's eyes gradually bulged outwards, and then he pounced directly on Ruel.

Ruhr, who was 1.85 meters tall, didn't react at all and was knocked down directly.

The other staff who saw something was wrong here rushed over and pulled the young man away.

"Go, call the police." Stationmaster Moulton said to another young man, and did not move casually, because guarding the Queen's Special Train was his first task now.

But he was not idle either. His deep dark blue eyes glanced twice, and then he saw the vomit spit out by the young man.

"Good people don't come, and bad people come." Stationmaster Moulton clenched his fists.
Chapter completed!