Chapter 719

"Connor, there are no tickets for the train from roon to Tungus in three days, but there are just two tickets for tomorrow's train from roon to Tungus, so I'll buy them. Do you think it's ok?" With that, Varga had a brand new train ticket with ink fragrance on his hand.

Hearing Varga's words, Connor looked at Varga with a smile, then handed him the train ticket. Seeing that Connor saw through his careful thinking, Varga turned around and walked towards his room with a guilty heart.

Looking at Varga's graceful figure and the train ticket in his hand, Connor sighed a little. Varga is really jealous. She is so afraid of Marguerite······

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"Dear passenger, Hello, welcome to train 13 of Rouen Railway Bureau. This train starts from Rouen station and goes to Brest, capital of Palpatine province. It passes through Rummenigge station, Tungus station, Mainz station, Bremen station, padbourne station and ange station. The estimated time of the whole journey is 46 hours. I wish all passengers a happy journey

As the horn on the train began to sound like a conductor, the steam train began to sound like a "Wuwuwuwu" whistle, and black smoke came out of the chimney and slowly drove out of the railway station.

In the small box of the sixth carriage of the train, Connor and Marguerite sit together in disguise. Varga quietly leans his head on Connor's shoulder for a rest. Connor also keeps his eyes closed and keeps his energy. After arriving in Tungus a few hours later, he needs to do a lot of things. At this time, he'd better have a rest.

"Connor, this is the first train ride for both of us After the train had been moving for about an hour, Varga, who was resting, suddenly opened his mouth and said to Connor:

Hearing Varga's question, Connor thought about it for a moment, and then answered softly, "Well!"

Before today, although Connor had taken the train to Tungus many times, at that time Connor mostly walked alone. In addition to walking alone, the rest of the time, Connor was surrounded by Marguerite, but he took the train with Varga. It was the first time for Connor to think about Varga, Connor had more apologies in his heart.

Hearing Connor's reply, Varga didn't speak. He just hugged Connor's arm a little tighter.

Feeling Warga's attachment to himself, Connor also had a faint smile on his face. However, when Connor and Warga enjoyed a moment of beauty, Connor seemed to feel something, and her eyes narrowed slightly. Although Marguerite didn't find anything unusual, she knew that Connor's mental strength was far better than her, So when Connor became alert, she was subconsciously on guard. At this moment, a special sound suddenly sounded outside the car where Connor and Marguerite were.

"Da! Da! Dada

This voice is very light. If it wasn't for the fact that Connor and Varga are both high-level wizard apprentices, they might not have heard this voice. Facing this sudden special voice, as the backbone between them, Connor quickly thought about it and chose the main move to attack. He patted Varga's arm gently to signal Varga to be careful, Then Connor opened the door of his car without expression. As soon as he opened the door, Connor's eyes were attracted by a little frog in the corridor.

The frog is very small, about one-third the size of a normal frog. At this time, the little thing is jumping forward to the position of Connor and Varga. The "daddada" sound that Connor and Varga just heard in their car is made by the little thing, and it will make a "dada" sound every step, and the speed of the little frog is very fast, In just a few seconds, he came to Connor from the distance of the corridor.

This little frog, at first glance, looks very ordinary, and there is no difference between frogs. However, if you look at it carefully, you will find that although the little frog has been treated vividly, it is actually a very delicate small alchemy puppet. When the little frog arrives, it will hold on for about three meters in front of Connor, And then a shocking scene appeared, the little frog's black glasses, flashing a touch of light luster, as if looking at Connor not far away from him.

Connor also looked at the little frog in front of him with no expression. He looked at each other for about three seconds. Then the little frog suddenly had an action. He lowered his head, spat out a wax ball from his mouth and fell to the ground. Then he turned around and jumped forward. He followed the route of the photo and went back the same way.

Connor reaches out his hand and a strong wind appears. He immediately grabs the wax ball that the little frog has just spit out. However, Connor is not in a hurry to open the wax ball in his hand. Looking at the little frog that is gradually disappearing in his sight, Connor's eyes show a sense of killing······A minute later, a middle-aged man with a blue coat, sunglasses and a beard came out of the toilet in the first carriage of the train. He looked around casually. When he saw that there was no one around, he took out a small leather bag with gray fur from under the blue coat, which looked like some kind of animal fur.

Put the small leather bag in the center of the palm, this middle-aged man with a beard opened his mouth strangely. Although the middle-aged man with a beard didn't make any sound, his throat was moving up and down, and a special sound wave was spreading silently in the car.

Three seconds later, a dark shadow suddenly appeared beside the middle-aged man with a beard. It came out of the middle-aged man with a beard. In the small leather bag in the palm of his hand, it was the little frog who had just sent the wax pill to Connor!

Glancing at the frog lying quietly in the small leather bag, the bearded middle-aged man nodded slightly with satisfaction, then put the small leather bag into the pocket of his coat, and then went back to his small box as if nothing had happened.

Just in the middle age, the bearded man felt that his behavior was safe, but what he never thought was that when he got back to his car, he just sat down and his buttocks were not hot, and there was a heavy knock on the door of his box