"Who's the route? This is too stupid." Looking at the itinerary to the internship site, Heliga couldn't help but said, because the distance of Group B above was a bit nonsense.

"There is no way. After all, one is at the far south and the other at the west." Fei said helplessly, "just spend a little more time on the road..."

It turns out that because the destinations of the two internships are far away, Ragram is in the southernmost border town of the empire, and the Julet District is near Ordis, the western capital of the empire, with a straight-line distance of tens of thousands. Sauer moment, so the time spent on the road will be very long. Group A and Group B must first drive to Bariyahat, the capital of the emerald prince, where they practiced once before Heilija reported, and then began to part ways. The group A where Heliga is in is very simple. Just change to the train on the Elbe branch line and go to the domestic terminal of Regram, while the group B needs to transfer to the Haidu Ordis first, and then Change the local regional route to the Julet District. Compared to the convenience of Heliga who can arrive at noon, Fei and others may have to spend a whole day on the road during the internship.

"Fortunately, I don't have to wait for too long at Bariahat. Otherwise, it will happen again like the last time." Juss yawned, with bags under his eyes on his face, without a doubt as if he hadn't woken up— —This is "thanks" to Miriam's excitement caused by being too excited and expecting for the internship early in the morning, so he rushed to the room where Juss was and tossed him. As for the so-called "situation" he said, it was the grand welcome ceremony prepared by the leaders of the Duke’s army when he went to Bariyahat during his internship last time. In front of Haikou, he was very uncomfortable, even the son of a local ruler who did not want to enjoy privileges. Fortunately, this time it was just a simple transfer. No matter how hard you want to please the owner, there will be no troublesome scenes.

"There is no way. After all, if it is to depart on this day, only a big station like Ballahart can guarantee that there are trains going in all directions." Laura shrugged, "Are you all ready?" "

"No problem." "Everything is ready." "Everything is ready." "Let\'sGo!" The students with very different personalities gave different responses.

"Well, don't worry. The rare long-distance travel, it's time for my superb chatting skills to come into play again. Leave it to me." Cloth promised, patting his chest.

"No need." Alysabeth gave him a glance. Isn't everyone unclear about Crowe's style? And the so-called chat will eventually be crooked until his bad ideas and the previous betting on horses were beaten by Angelika. The thing is up, "Okay, let's go. See you in two days."

"Good-bye at Garella Fortress." After saying hello, everyone prepared to get in the car, but unexpectedly, the appearance of one person slightly interfered with the original plan.

"Oh, it's Reckett!" The red-purple formal suit of the empire color, plus the conspicuous flaming red hair, is quite recognizable. Everyone present knows his identity-the intelligence agent captain, Reckett Yalandel, who appeared during the internship at Nord Plateau and solved the negotiation problem with the Republic. At the moment when Reckett appeared, after a brief surprise, Miriam jumped up happily, "Is it here to visit me?"

"Well, the day after tomorrow we have to go to Clos Bell. This time it may be parting from life and death, so I say goodbye to you." Reckett is still that foolish. Heliga once heard Lloyd and they said The virtues of the opponent when he met Reckett during the escape, with a serious expression and serious tone, said something completely impossible, but Miriam seems to have been accustomed to this behavior of Reckett. Hearing this, he just touched his head and smiled: "Hey, that's it. But Reckett and Uncle can't die easily."

"Hey, let's not mention the uncle, I am very weak." Reckett made a deliberately aggrieved look.

"Pretend to be the same." The exaggerated performance amused Heliga. "How can a very weak person have the courage to run from the Empire through the Harken Gate to Libel on foot? Do you have the courage to stay alone where the Mafia is tracking down the enemy?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. A smug, forgetting that there are people here who know me well." Reckett touched his head awkwardly.

"I don't know how to understand it." Heliga curled his lips. "I also know your name."

"It's an honor to be remembered by the future husband and wife of the princess." Reckett smiled ghostly, and then looked around Heliga with a somewhat malicious, troublesome look. But to his disappointment and surprise, the scene he was looking forward to did not happen.

"Such jokes should be played less frequently," Heliga said. "If there is any error in the report in the future, you will be responsible."

"It's okay. It’s hard to deal with the media. I know it well." After Reckett finished speaking, he patted Miriam’s furry hat lightly. "I think you should also think this guy is special. Suspicious, please get along with her normally. If you cause trouble, it's okay to spank her."

"I'm not Reckett, so I won't cause any trouble. I'm a good boy." Miriam told a lie that everyone in the room was desperately denying, in a natural tone.

"A good boy won't let the silver monster out casually. Really, how much effort do you think we have spent hiding information?" Reckett knocked her head badly.

"Eh, is that right?" Miriam was dumbfounded.

"Let's talk." At this moment, the indicator light for boarding the train was on, and Heliga realized that he should ask something serious, "About the terrorists...did you find anything?"

"Not yet. Their anti-reconnaissance capabilities are much stronger than expected. I'm afraid..." Reckett did not finish. "Well, we are working hard. The safety of His Royal Highness, Your Prime Minister, has already been done ahead of time. In response, you don't have to worry too much."

"Really." Heliga didn't ask much, and was more determined about the previous guess, "Then I won't disturb you... Captain."

"Well, actually I still prefer others to call me the clerk." Reckett blinked. "After all, I am also the second-class clerk of the imperial government."

"Still second class? You did it three years ago. Why, didn't Prime Minister Osborne upgrade you?" Heliga teased.

"What's their relationship?" The remaining few people in Group A stared with big eyes.