Chapter 1170 Playing with Fire

Reg's two long eyebrows raised.

Then, as if he didn't see the two women, he was like a newcomer to Backlund. After asking passers-by, he learned where the entrance to the subway was.

He picked up his suitcase and walked towards a place that looked like the gate of a department store according to the instructions of passers-by.

Following the people in front, Reg walked towards the ticket window step by step.

He knew without looking back.

In the bustling crowd, the two women also followed, keeping a distance that was not too close, but not too far.

Reg walked to the ticket window without panic, and after queuing for a few minutes, he saw a lady conductor with a pretty face.

Backlund has experienced war.

Fortunately.

The subway was not too damaged.

It's basically the same as before.

Reg looked at the price wooden sign hanging near the window.

"8p for first class, 5p for second class, 3p for third class"

"Round trips are 11p, 7p and 5p respectively."

Reg whispered, "It's more expensive than before."

The conductor in the window smiled and said: "There is no way, the price of goods has risen, and the price of charcoal alone has fluctuated by 10%."

Reg nodded.

"Give me."

He was going to buy a first class seat.

Think again.

He took out 5 copper pennies and handed them to the girl in the window: "Second class seat, I want a second class seat!"

After getting the ticket.

It didn't take much effort for Reg to find the line to Jorwood.

When going to the subway, I accepted a rather strict inspection.

The police asked him to open the purse to check whether he was carrying dangerous prohibited items.

This includes but is not limited to revolvers, controlled knives, suspicious fluids, and more.

This made Reg think of a word: the aftermath of war.

Finally checked.

He followed the steps to the platform, and found the location corresponding to the second-class seat according to the signs on the ground.

Not long after.

The whistle sounded like thunder, and a huge steam locomotive came to a stop with a bang.

It has a huge shape, a sinuous body, and a dark color.

The smoke it sprays out, under the unique design, runs to the outside world through the upper pipe.

In the sound of metal rubbing.

Reg moved to the side to let the passengers in the car get off, and then got on the car with the suitcase and accepted the ticket inspection by the flight attendant.

The second-class carriages are relatively spacious, with one seat per person. Although there are not many people, they are in order.

After Reg got into the car, he sat by the door.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a big belly got on the bus, glanced at Reg, took out his ticket and frowned, "Sir, this is my seat."

before the passengers intervene.

Reg raised his head and showed a charming smile: "Maybe you want to sit in my seat."

The man seemed to be infected by Reg's smile, he loosened his frown and said with a smile: "Why not, I don't like sitting by the door anyway."

He asked Reg's location, and then left.

see.

The flight attendant did not interfere.

Passengers can switch places if they choose.

Passengers board one by one.

Inside, there were two women in long black dresses.

As if they didn't know Reg, they walked back after getting in the car and sat in their seats.

About a minute passed.

The whistle sounded again.

The carriage door began to close slowly.

Just at this time.

Reg stood up suddenly.

And flashed out of the car at an extremely fast speed.

The carriage door closes.

The steam subway clangs, starts to gallop from slow to fast, and leaves the station.

Reg saw.

The two ladies in the carriage stood up.

look at him.

He waved his hand and turned to leave.

Return to the surface street.

Reg rented a carriage, came to Minsk Street, and found Room 7.

He rang the doorbell.

Soon, the dark door was opened, and a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked out warily, "May I ask what you want?"

Reg suspected that the gentleman also had a revolver in his suit.

He smiled and raised the newspaper he bought: "I heard that there are houses for rent here."

The man was obviously relieved, smiled, turned sideways and said, "Please come in."

After some chatting and bargaining.

In the end, Reg rented the house at a price of 15 soli per week.

After sending away the landlord.

Reg turned the room up and down.

The first floor has a large living room, dining room, two guest rooms, a washroom, a basement, and a small kitchen.

On the second floor there are four bedrooms, a living room, a study, two bathrooms and a large balcony.

"not bad."

Reg, who had just visited the second floor, put down his luggage and went down to the first floor.

Just got to the big living room.

His expression stiffened.

Right in the middle of the big living room.

A figure stood.

She was wearing a black and red-edged priest's robe, which wrapped her whole body, including those long legs that could make a man's heart beat faster.

Hear voices.

The woman turned around.

She has black hair and blue eyes, clear and beautiful, and has an indescribable charm.

She looked at Reg, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth: "Are you okay, my child."

Catalina!

Her voice is as beautiful as singing.

But Reg couldn't recognize this outfit for a while.

His eyes flickered with strange light, he looked at the door, speculated about the intention of this 'Immortal Witch' and said: "It's neither good nor bad."

"It's you."

"What's the matter with you now?"

"You became a priest?"

"Have you abandoned the 'Original'?"

Katerina walked casually in the living room, reaching out and gently stroking the furniture.

"At first it was just helpless."

"But I feel more and more that this decision may be the right one."

"Now I am happy and fulfilled every day."

"The feeling of being needed is something that previous sects could not give."

Reg frowned: "I don't understand."

"Which church can accept you?"

Katerina stopped and looked at the handsome young man: "He is flame, and he is steel."

"He is the master of the battlefield. He will ignite the smoke and face the gods."

"He is the great Lord of War."

"He is my new faith!"

Reg looked at the woman, and unconsciously squeezed out a sentence: "You are crazy."

Katerina carefully suppressed the fanaticism in her eyes, and looked holy and dignified at the young people in the room: "No, I know exactly what I'm doing."

"I hope you know what you're doing too."

"My boy, you are playing with fire."

"You changed your gender and joined the pathway that witches hate the most."

"Do you think they'll let you go?"

Reg retreated towards the gate without a trace: "Of course they won't."

"But in the end, isn't it because my mother betrayed the sect that I was implicated?"