People in Terra, governing a weird little country

“The boss is very easy to talk to…”

"Even so, it's best not to provoke the boss. I feel this deeply."

The poet said,

"After all, my boss is the one who always says: There is no sacrifice too big to bear, and no betrayal too small to ignore."

"Does Mr. Harpist also have a job in Victoria? Then why did you come to Kjerag?"

"That's the secret, Miss Nana. A man must have secrets to be attractive."

The man in the gray hat said this very smoothly, and then he realized that he had said too much. Looking at the slightly red face of the ticket seller, he couldn't help but shout.

I forgot, if this was said in Victoria, people would probably just laugh at it, and it would be criticized as old-fashioned like "Women don't love men unless they are bad", but how could the little girl in Kjerag have heard of this?

He quickly reminded her, interrupting the conductor's thoughts:

"Ms. Nana, my ticket?"

"Oops, sorry, Mr. Harpist!"

The conductor came to his senses suddenly, took out the ticket in a hurry and handed it to the man in the gray hat.

After nodding slightly in thanks, the man in the gray hat didn't dare to say a word and hurriedly left the ticket window.

He had not planned to have such a good relationship with the Kjerag people. Although acquaintances were helpful in obtaining intelligence, they would also give others unnecessary leverage.

Fortunately, his mission had reached the final stage. After confirming the identity of the guest, he would probably be able to retire and return to Victoria.

I heard that the Duke is short of manpower in Londinium recently. I guess after he rests, his next workplace will be chosen there, right?

Well, what else can I do? The gray hat is a brick, so I can just move it wherever it is needed.

Walking into the waiting hall, there were still 15 minutes before the early bus arrived. Gray Hat sat down on a chair. There were not many people in the hall, but Gray Hat felt a sense of excitement that he had not felt for a long time.

"Come on, let me see how many surprises Prime Minister Ernst can bring to His Excellency the Duke?"

Chapter 263: Gray Hat: What kind of scene have I not seen?

The train departed on time and the man in the gray hat got on board on time.

Everything is meticulous and ordinary, even a little boring.

The man in the gray top hat leaned on the sofa in the compartment, his eyes following the speeding train across the towering mountains of Kjerag, across the grazing Kjerag people and groups of mountain horned beasts, and finally slowly slowed down, braked, and stopped.

The arrival signal sounded soon, and the attendants knocked on the doors of the compartments one by one, reminding the passengers in the compartments to get off. But when it came to the Gray Hat compartment, everyone tacitly chose to bypass it.

There’s nothing special about it, it’s just that I’m skilled at it.

The reputation of Mr. Harpist on the Train has spread in the past three months, and every attendant is very familiar with this foreigner with a strange hat who spends almost the entire day on the train. At first, the attendants would remind him out of curiosity or out of professionalism, but three months of continuous travel have made them believe the explanation of the gray hat: "I don't care whether the journey reaches the destination, I just simply enjoy the journey."

They tacitly agreed not to disturb the harpist who was enjoying the journey. Conversely, the harpist would walk out of the compartment when he wanted to, pick up the harp, and play back and forth in the train compartment.

Music is universal, and Victoria's music can also touch the hearts of the Kjerag people. Although his dress and behavior are extremely strange, isn't it normal for strange people to do strange things to some extent?

Kjerag has this tolerance, and the people of Kjerag also have this tolerance to tolerate and appreciate this music.

As usual, when the train's stop time was over, the return journey was about to begin. The man in the gray hat listened carefully to the subtle sounds coming from the corridor through the slightly opened door, until the attendant closed the door of each compartment and the footsteps in the corridor gradually subsided. He took a deep breath, stood up, and took out the harp from his "harp case".

Just like in many movies about agents and spies, the "harp case" is of course used to hold weapons, but the guitar case can also be used to hold a harp. There is no conflict. You just need to add an extra secret compartment.

Picking up the harp, the man in gray hat walked out of the carriage and the plan officially began!

As his fingers plucked the strings, the clear and melodious music flowed out from his fingertips and spread. The train attendants were no longer surprised and gave a friendly smile to the "Harpist on the Train" who started the performance early today. The unfamiliar tourists on the train were relieved after seeing that the train attendants of Kjerag were kind to the man with the strange hat and started to listen to this free music performance.

This was of course just a disguise. Playing the piano was only to make his next movement through the carriage appear more natural. Under the pretext of playing, the man in the gray hat walked around the hard seat compartment, and then naturally entered the next compartment compartment.

Based on what he had just heard and observed, he noticed that all the compartments in his carriage were checked and closed by the attendants, and if there were really some special visitors on this train, they could only be in the second compartment of the entire train!

Without causing any unnecessary doubts, he walked into the next box workshop. The man in the gray hat glanced between several boxes, his brows slightly furrowed, a little confused.

"Are there any people?"

Although Kjerag's Snowland Express has recently become a popular tourist destination in Terra, not many passengers are willing to spend money to buy compartment tickets. At least, based on Gray Hat's observations over the past three months, this is the first time he has seen six compartments fully occupied on a train!

Something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary! The man in the gray hat raised his mouth slightly, and he had already made a plan in his mind.

"Mr. Ernst, whatever you have prepared for this expo is no longer a secret."

"Let me see how the Shivaash family dares to reject the Duke!"

He stopped playing, reached out his hand, and without knocking, pushed open the door of Box No. 1 in front of him.

What caught his eye was the same decoration as the box he was in, a square table, a sofa, flowers and... lots of desserts he had never seen before?

"Oh, it seems we have a rather impolite guest. Mostima, was this your plan?"

The kind old man with white hair and beard swallowed the fruit tart in his hand in one gulp. His satisfied smile reminded people of the signature grandfather of a famous fast food brand in another world. If it weren't for the pair of dazzling wings and the halo emitting holy light above his head, he might really look like an ordinary old man.

Unfortunately, the old man in complicated and luxurious ceremonial attire was destined to be no ordinary person, and the girl he called, named Mostima, was not an ordinary Sakota girl either.

"This is not my arrangement, Miss Scarlet Chantress, and this person should not be your friend, right?" Mostima shook his head to deny the inquiry from His Holiness the Pope, and at the same time threw the blame to his friend who was awarded a new code name.

The only Liberian girl present retorted eagerly: "My name is Fiammetta! And of course I don't know this person!"

She turned her head, her eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and asked vigilantly:

"who are you?"

"I...I...I'm a bard! I play the piano!" The man in the gray hat stuttered and suddenly felt fortunate that his current outfit was indeed very different from those colleagues who looked the same!

If his scarf is not the official certified limited edition super fluffy souvenir scarf by Saint Kjerag, his gray hat is not the "I Love Kjerag" printed knitted hat produced by Brown Tao Home Textiles, and he is not wearing Kjerag's popular new style Victorian folk style casual warm horned animal fleece jacket!

That would be bad for him!

If he saved the reimbursement for the Duke of Caster and was recognized by the people in the room in his gray hat and uniform, he would be in big trouble!

With some panic, he forced his eyes away from the huge revolvers on the waists of the musketeers, swallowed his saliva, raised his hand hastily, plucked a few notes on his harp that were obviously not up to standard, then turned around in a hurry and closed the door in front of him.

After confirming that there was no hand stuck in the gap of the door when it closed, and no footsteps were heard from inside trying to open the door, the man in the gray hat let out a long sigh of relief.

"........"

"It seems that I am really exhausted during this period...Hahaha, Lateran people, how could it be..."

"No, it's not impossible. The Lateran was one of the co-organizers of the World Expo, but I didn't expect that these Sakota would be so concerned about this event that even the Pope himself came to the event..."

The man in the gray hat silently found an explanation for himself in his heart and comforted his frightened heart.

After all, it is Sakota, and it is indeed impossible to judge it by common sense. Perhaps other countries would just treat this event as a small matter and send a random representative. But for the Sakota people, as long as this is an "event", that is enough reason, and it is not surprising what they do.

Maybe the Pope came to Kjerag just to join in the fun?

"Hahahahaha, what am I thinking about?"

Unable to help but laugh at his own wild thoughts, the man in the gray hat rubbed his eyes and walked towards the next box.

The discovery of the Lateran pope was a reward for this mission, but it was not enough. All six boxes were occupied, and it would be too ridiculous to just open one and then flee. It would be hard to explain to the duke.

Besides, meeting the Pope first was not necessarily a bad thing, at least it raised his psychological expectations. Could the next person be as powerful as the Pope?

Thinking of this, the man in the gray hat reached out and pushed open the door of box number two.

The decoration was the same, but this time, there were only three people in front of the man in the gray hat, and they looked much more approachable.

"Miss, sir, stand back. Who are you?"

Even wearing winter clothes couldn't hide her proud figure. Dangerous light flashed in the golden pupils of the female bodyguard Filin, and the crossbow was already drawn in an instant.

Behind her, the Liberi father and daughter, who had long light pink hair, looked at the uninvited guest in front of them with some confusion.

Herman took a step forward without leaving a trace, protecting Ceylon behind him, and at the same time pressed down the crossbow raised by Black, and asked the man in the gray hat:

"Could this gentleman be the mysterious harp player on the Snowland Express that Ceylon mentioned?"

"............" The man in the gray hat took a look at the current situation in the room, and then glanced at Hei, who had tensed his muscles and was ready to attack again at any time, and finally nodded from the bottom of his heart, "Yes, sir, it is me."

It’s not his fault that he lost face. The crossbows on the opposite side were already strung, what else could he do?

This female bodyguard in black was obviously not a good person. Judging from her actions and reactions just now, she was probably an experienced assassin. He was just an intelligence officer, or a civil official, not good at fighting, not to mention that he brought a harp with him when he went out, not even a weapon. Why would he fight with others?

Besides, he wasn't here to fight. The salary was so low, why would he risk his life? Anyway, he had already obtained the information, so he could live comfortably with the reimbursement. If he died, wouldn't there be no reimbursement?

Gray Hat took the initiative and said, "Would you like to hear me play a song?"

"No need." Hermann shook his head.

The man in the gray hat shrugged, took a step back silently, and closed the door of the box. He heaved a sigh of relief only after the murderous intent that had locked onto him disappeared.

"The mayor of Xiosta, his daughter and bodyguards."

"It's unexpected, but it makes sense. Ceylon is working in Kjerag, so it makes sense for Hermann to come to Kjerag to attend the exhibition."

"But isn't this a bit too much of a 'surprise'?"

The man in the gray hat turned his head and looked at the doors of the four boxes that had not been moved. In a trance, he seemed to see four devils with bared fangs and claws, waving and tempting him:

"Gray Hat, come and play~"

He pursed his lips, but still felt it was not enough, so he simply licked his dry lips.

For a moment, he even had the idea of ​​backing out.

Or, let’s just stop here?

No!

"Never mind. I am a well-trained gray hat under the Duke of Caster. What kind of scenes have I not seen?"

"Now that we're here, let's try again!"

Chapter 264: Gray Hat: Haha, the Duke is in a mess!

Kjerag, the Snow Country Special Train.

[The Poet] is a literature lover, otherwise he would not have been given such a code name.

There were only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.

He had read a lot of interesting literary works, from the obscure theoretical works of Originium in Leitania to the stories written by an organization in Victoria with the theme of "fairy tales". He was even lucky enough to see the rubbings of the famous plays and dramas of the Scarlet Theater, which was said to have originated in Gaul and once flourished among the countries of Terra, but disappeared without a trace in an instant. They were indeed extraordinary works, but it was probably that no one could interpret the charm of the scripts at present.

Because of this, the poet is extremely clear about the obvious logic that "literary works need logic, but reality does not."

However, when he stood at the door of box number three and recalled the unpleasant memories of the first two boxes, he suddenly had the illusion that he might be in some absurd comedy.

"Haha, what am I thinking about?"

"Pope Lateran, Mayor Xiosta, these are all unexpected and reasonable people. Why should I be suspicious?"

"If a certain Kjerag god wanted to orchestrate my death, why would he resort to such a troublesome method to tease me?"

The man in the gray hat shook his head, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Let's finish the mission quickly and return to Victoria. I've been in Kjerag for so long that I kind of miss my fiancée. Let's get married officially after this mission is over!"

"I don't know if we can invite Lord Duke of Caister... What am I thinking? Lord Duke is so busy, how can he find time to attend the wedding of a subordinate like me?"

Shrugging his shoulders, the man in the gray hat swallowed his saliva, stretched out his hand, and opened the box in front of him.

The train compartments were no different... I didn't see the gray hat, but I was a little surprised. Why would someone put a mirror at the door of the compartment?

Wait... No, I'm not wearing this uniform. I'm wearing all Kjerag's exclusive merchandise! And why is my harp not in the mirror?

[The poet] seemed to be aware of something, and in an instant, even before his mind was aware of it, his body was already covered in cold sweat.

A sharp dagger had been pressed against his heart without him noticing. This Kjerag outfit, which provided camouflage, was indeed good at keeping warm, but it obviously had no defensive capabilities. [Poet] could almost feel the "caring" chill of the "man in the mirror" in front of him!

"Stop it, Smith."

A graceful female voice that couldn't be more familiar stopped the action of the man in the gray hat in front of him. The man in the gray hat named "Smith" glanced coldly at the "Poet" in front of him, then retracted the dagger and the murderous intent in his hand, and sat back in the room as if nothing had happened.

It was only then that the [poet] finally saw clearly what was happening in the room.

The young orange-haired Vaifan girl opened her mouth wide enough to fit a potato, and stared at the flying snow and rolling mountains outside the train with sparkling eyes, as if she was extremely curious about everything in the snow-capped mountains. Beside her, the blonde Rupert girl had a tense expression on her face, and glanced slightly at the gray hat standing at the door. The pretty face, which was quite recognizable among the Victorian nobility and the military, made the [Poet] recognize the identity of this team in an instant.

One of Victoria's best special operations forces - the Storm Commandos!

Opposite the Storm Troopers, next to the grey hat "Smith", the figure sitting on the sofa was none other than the leader of all grey hats, one of the most powerful women in Terra, the Grand Duke who claimed to have controlled "three-eighths of Victoria", and the lady the poet kept talking about - the Grand Duchess of Castor!

The Duke of Kaster swept the poet's body with a smile on his face, and spoke in a teasing manner:

"It seems that our Sir Bellingham is living a good life in Kjerag?"