Like the Fed police officers who are often late, the agents at Fort Thirteen are unsurprisingly late.

But they didn't come out in time or ran into road problems, but they fought hard with some weird people on the road for a while.

Half an hour after the battle at the Black Cat Hotel—

Buck, a one-eyed man with a gauze on his head, was standing in front of Lawrence.

His remaining electronic eye emitted blue light, staring at Lawrence, causing Lawrence to feel a wave of pressure.

"We were besieged by weirdos on our way here, so we came a little late."

"I regret the loss of the Black Cat Inn, but several of my boys have died, and the bounty for the rat is enough for you to rebuild this place."

The Extraordinary Being, whose body had been replaced with a metal machine, was true, not only because he had the wounds and marks from the battle just after the battle, but also on the other agents.

"Buck, Yarman is not simple, maybe he can use it to find out where the other vampires' lair is."

Yarman is the vampire leader of Ash City, and as the upper level of the vampire bones, in addition to using it as a material for making strange things, the information he has also has a certain value.

Of course, Yarman's value cannot be compared to that of Thun, who was killed by it. But now this is the case, and we can only try to recover the losses.

Buck nodded, in affirmative terms, and the two stepped aside to discuss the vampires' bounties. These bounties will not only be paid to Tessa, but also some points will be given to the transcendents who are implicated.

Before the agents from Fort Thirteen arrived at the Black Cat Inn, Downey had already left the place, and Downey was confident that Lawrence would be able to handle the next problem.

As for himself, he has to find extraordinary materials to solve the 'puppet lines' on his arms.

In the morning, the vision of the god of stories, Grinthoah, had finally disappeared, the rain of blood had stopped, and the gloomy sky had regained its clarity.

The sun shone on Ash City, quickly drying the water on the ground, and when Donnie walked down the street, there was basically no trace of the blood rain.

This rainwater has nothing special except that it is different in color and smell from water, and it is not an extraordinary material, so no one collects it.

At this time, Donnie was standing outside a material store.

It has a unique mark of the otherworld, and it glistens in Donnie's sight.

Although Donnie didn't have much faith in the otherworldly world of Ash City, he stepped into the store.

A young man was dozing off on the counter of a store when Downey walked in and was awakened by the sound of wind chimes on the door.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a guest come to the door, what do you want to buy?"

Downey glanced at the glass counter, not only the tendons and scales of the dragon, the thick skin, but also the eyes of the cyclops and the feathers of the angels, if these were true, then the place would have been shut down by the church long ago.

"I want to see the real thing you have, don't fool me with this."

As he spoke, a thin crust of ice appeared on the counter.

"What do you want? First of all, not many people here buy extraordinary materials, so I don't have many varieties here. ”

Downey knew that would be the result, but this was already the best transcendent material store in Ash City that Tessa knew.

It didn't take long for Downey to leave with a palm-sized bag. He didn't gain much, whether it was the purification potion or the potion materials that wiped out the puppet lines, he couldn't find them all here.

"I have to get out of here, but this is also a no-brainer, just go."

With this in mind, Downey put the brown paper bag directly into the empty wing backpack, then said hello to Lawrence, and boarded the train to York City at noon.

In today's Free Federation, the scale of York City is firmly at the forefront, and for various reasons, the scale of York's transcendent world is also quite large, and there is even a larger-than-life city underground than aboveground.

Downey's target is York City, where there is hope that materials and other items on the baleen whale can be found.

It's just that the way to get to York City makes Donnie a little uneasy, and he still remembers that his train journey was mostly not smooth.

However, Downey eventually chose this mode of travel and boarded the train under a false identity.

Looking around, at least this time Downey didn't see the transcendents, as if there were no transcendents on this train. But Donnie knew very well that this was unlikely.

As Donnie himself thought, the transcendents were still on the train, but he hadn't seen them yet.

Time passed quickly, and the train journey lasted nearly ten hours in peace.

The moonlight in the middle of the night shines on the orange train, and in front of it is a city of twinkling lights.

"Junkershire is almost there, and it's almost there in a few hours." Downey wore a trench coat that covered his arms, but no one was staring at him along the way.

In order to avoid any accidents, Downey has made a disguise on every trip, so his appearance does not look very outstanding.

Just as Donnie was intently looking at a legend of an alien god and monster, something unexpected suddenly happened.

A black shadow rushed from the plain next to the railroad tracks, extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye it approached the speeding train, and quickly vanished.

It didn't take long for a middle-aged man with a pale face and even a little shaky body to walk into the carriage with many empty seats.

Donnie glanced at the man and frowned.

"Sure enough, I won't be able to get to York City unless something happens." Donnie thought so in his heart, and turned his head away for the moment, no longer paying attention to this middle-aged man who seemed to be in very bad health.

Many people were in a state of extreme sleepiness, and most passengers had climbed into their beds above their seats to rest.

The middle-aged man found a place where no one was and climbed up, and the train continued to move forward, as if nothing had happened at all.

Downey didn't feel sleepy, so he still chose to read, and after the train passed through Junkershire, the number of passengers on the train quietly increased.

The 'passengers' were very quiet, and when they boarded the train, they didn't make any sound, and most of them were very silent. When the men got into the car, they started walking around, as if looking for something.