"Okay, got it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" replied the man named Riel, who had been smoking a cigarette just now, and was reminded that he could only take a hard puff, and the half-lit cigarette quickly burned close to his mouth under his huge lung capacity, and then he threw it aside. This is a cigarette without a filter, he doesn't need that thing for those who pursue enjoyment, the original is the best for him. Then a foot in Gobang's brown boots reached into his field of vision and helped to extinguish the smoke. Riel glanced at it and didn't say anything.

Inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs, Riel spit out as he got up from the large rock on the side of the mountain he was leaning on, and at the same time held a surprise firearm in his arms.

"It's been a few days since I've been here, and it's finally time to come back when we go back to gather. He exclaimed, "What, if there is no train here, there will be other things coming?"

"I don't know, but that's what the voice told me, it was really the sound of steel wheels rubbing against the rails, but it was a little different from the train, and it felt softer. Again, the same voice replied, a female voice. Riel looked at the speaker, the woman with the sniper rifle was now lying upright on the ground, her whole body tensing up in a louder and louder voice.

Perhaps because of the presence of a sniper, the breathing gradually faded away consciously or unconsciously, because when Riel looked at the woman's pale silver hair, he could no longer detect the undulating movements she needed as a breathing movement from the back.

The sniper rifle was also held tightly in the woman's hand, and it was something different from the standard sniper rifle, with a long barrel that far exceeded the prevailing standard. Underneath is a tripod for support. The optical sight used for sniping is also of a mismatched length, and just from the appearance, you can see that the standard of workmanship is above the top through the accuracy of polishing.

The fingers that pressed the trigger also looked a little slender, and the color was very white, the same color as the woman's more beautiful facial features. She gently brought her face closer to the position of the optical sniper scope, staring at the end of the railroad line in the magnified world, and at the same time, based on her learning experience, slowly radiating her own perception through the touch of her eyes and skin, as well as her unusually sensitive ears.

"It may be a human-powered railcar, which was used to overhaul the railway's means of transportation, if not the military trains of the St. Dorag Empire. And the railway line is about to be renovated. Another voice that seemed slightly gloomy and unassailing rang out around the two of them. It always felt a little out of place and out of proportion to the current situation, and the atmosphere in the air that suddenly became impatient and unfriendly strongly informed of this.

"Frey, it might be better for you to keep your communicator in peace. You know, at times like these, Babela needs a quiet environment to focus. Riel never looked at the man who had helped him to extinguish his cigarette butt, and he came to Baibela with a somewhat lazy hunched over, and took the binoculars on his waist to look at the same place.

Baibella did not respond to Frey's words, as if deliberately with Riel. The two of them, both in tone and attitude, were not very interested in Frey, who was squatting next to the communicator in the corner of this small platform. It seems okay to call it alienation or deliberate neglect. Something that floats through the air all the time speaks volumes.

Frey was probably used to the way the two of them did it, and there was no obvious reaction to their words and attitudes. He closed his mouth tightly, as if his lips were no longer soft, as if he had been locked several times, afraid that something terrible would come out of it when it was suddenly opened.

In the end, he just pushed the black thin-rimmed metal glasses on the bridge of his nose, a pair of thin lenses on them, and his eyes also shifted to the side of the railway line, and there was no other superfluous movement.

Although Baibella did not reply to Frey's words, she had already memorized the words "human-powered rail car" in her heart. Her sensitive ears didn't seem to match her own knowledge. When she saw the rails, she couldn't think of anything other than the various roles and different types of trains.

"I came here to read some information about the Saint Dorag Empire, but I can't think of it in time, and it is also the responsibility of those clergy who are not prepared, and it has nothing to do with me. Baibela's heart is not as highly focused as she seems on the surface, "Basically, it doesn't affect the perception of anything, now I know it, and I won't forget it in the future." ”

It seems that he doesn't think much of Frey, and when Baibella thinks about this, Riel Dafan, who is on the side, also thinks the same way. It's just that the two of them may have a relationship due to etiquette?

The sound of "clang" echoing through the mountains gradually became louder at this moment, and on the railway section that was obscured by mountains and tall old trees, things seemed to be running at a very fast speed. There is no overlap with the rickshaw that Babela knows.

"Could it be that Frey is wrong?" his attention has not calmed down since just now, "Sure enough, it was just that lowly guy talking nonsense." A sense of relief appeared in Baibela's body, something that was pressing on her spirit, making her feel uncomfortable disappear quickly, her attention was easier to concentrate, and the perceptual network that emanated became more stable.

The sound waves that the noise is converted into are captured by Babela's ears and almost become regular waves in the air that can be traced with a paintbrush. The source of the sound was about to appear at the end of their line of sight, and she held her breath completely, hoping that any sensations that emanated would remain stable and not easily fluctuate.

Judging by the voice, Riel and Frey in the corner also put away their physical breath at this time, making themselves as much as possible with the natural inorganic bodies around them. These are compulsory courses no matter where they are. Although they think that the people who are coming are largely not needed for them to do so.

Just hide well on the platform of this mountain, do some camouflage on the surface of your body, and become a similar color to the surrounding scenery. This kind of preparation can cope with many occasions. In the front base of the St. Dorag Empire near here, almost no one can find their traces. Relying on this kind of camouflage that is very simple to them, coupled with their own strength and quality that is far higher than ordinary people, and following the principle of changing places after a sniper shot, they have hunted and killed many people recently.