Chapter 577 Gwen on the Train
Gwen quickly boarded the train. When the expeditionary force in charge of the station saw the list in Gwen's hand, they pulled two people out of the train without hesitation to make room for Gwen.
"This, this is not good, right?" Gwen was surprised. She thought there would be an empty seat on the bus, but it turned out to be someone cutting in line.
"Don't worry, these people are all nobles who will be sent to trial. The later they get on the train, the later the trial will be. They will be happy now."
Gwen nodded and walked to the platform with her luggage.
"Come this way, go through security, and open these two suitcases and take a look." The expeditionary force in charge of security pointed at Gwen's two large boxes.
Gwen didn't have many personal belongings. He had been leading expeditionary forces to fight, and he had nothing left except his life. Sometimes he almost lost half his life on the battlefield.
But this time, she brought a lot of things in large and small bags.
"This is my armor, and this is my sword." Gwen handed over a wooden box with one hand. The security guard took it casually, then staggered and almost fell.
"Why is it so heavy?!"
"Is it heavy?" Gwen reached out and lifted it up, somewhat confused. "It's only about a hundred pounds. Isn't it heavy?"
One hundred pounds
Generally, a full body of plate armor weighs less than seventy pounds. Any heavier would consume too much physical strength. Gwen's box weighs a hundred pounds, which is already quite exaggerated.
The expeditionary soldier in charge of security check twitched his face, gritted his teeth, and exerted all his strength, finally taking the box.
"Well, the armor is fine and well maintained." The silver armor did not have many gorgeous decorations, but
"Of course, I've loved this set of armor since I was a child, and I wear it wherever I go!" Gwen puffed out her chest proudly.
Have you liked it since childhood?
The expeditionary force suddenly felt something was not right, but they could not figure out the key point for a while.
"Wait, you are not allowed to carry weapons on the train!" the security officer responded.
"Oh, I have special approval from Archbishop Alexei." Gwen raised the paper in her hand.
"Well, open this box too."
Gwen opened the box, and the security guard was silent as he looked at Nora inside.
"Well, this was also approved by Alexey."
".OK."
The security inspector wiped the sweat from his forehead and pointed to the last box hesitantly: "There are no contraband items in this box, right?"
"No, no, absolutely not!" Gwen said quickly and opened the box.
In the box, a shiny Gatling gun lay quietly inside.
The security inspector's face turned from white to blue, and then gradually turned black.
"This. Was it also authorized by Archbishop Alexei?"
"This is not it. This is a special permission granted by the Lord."
Seeing the security inspector's face gradually flushed, Gwen quickly searched her pockets and took the initiative to hand him a small notebook.
"The gun license was issued by the Lord himself, allowing me to carry this gun with me." Gwen was still not used to calling Hughes the Lord. They, the White Crow refugees, had been wandering all the time and had long been accustomed to the state of being unwanted.
The conductor opened the document with a complicated expression, confirmed several times that there was no problem, and then closed the document and handed it over.
"There is no problem with the ID. You can carry this gun."
He hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help asking, "To be honest, there is no shortage of Gatling guns in either Blood Harbor or on the train, so why do you insist on taking them yourself?"
A hand-cranked Gatling heavy machine gun weighs nearly 100 kilograms, or more than 200 pounds. Even without the tripod or wheels, it still weighs more than 70 kilograms. Basically, a single soldier cannot carry it.
Of course, it seems very light in Gwen's hands. When fighting, she can wear a full set of plate armor, hang a long sword on her waist, hold a Gatling gun in her hand, and jump around. She can be called the White Crow Superman.
Gwen patted the heavy machine gun in the box and smiled: "She has separation anxiety disorder, she is very clingy and doesn't want to leave."
Security inspector: “.”
Nora: “.”
Nora: "Wait, where did you hear the term separation anxiety?"
"Didn't Mr. Richard come to treat the people in the Silent Temple some time ago? He and the Lord studied it for a long time and came to the diagnosis together."
"Isn't Richard a doctor? Can he treat guns?"
Gwen scratched her head, somewhat puzzled: "Is there any difference?"
"Of course there is a difference. Does a boilerman also need a medical license? Is it a medical conflict when he quarrels with the boiler? Is the salvage ship that salvages the sunken ship in North Port considered a body retriever? Can they be the same?"
"Yes, really?" Gwen looked dazed. She looked at the Gatling gun in her arms and smiled silly. "It's all right. I actually like carrying it."
Nora was completely speechless. She glanced at the dazed security guard and suddenly had a premonition.
Gwen might not go crazy on this trip to Castel, but I very likely would.
After some twists and turns, I finally got on the train.
With a whistle, the steam engine roared and the train began to accelerate. Gwen grabbed the window frame and leaned out, looking at the wasteland on both sides.
This was her first time leaving the North.
Castel, Blood Harbor, and other southern islands no longer have the year-round snow and wind, and the rough stone churches in the north are no longer seen.
Gwen felt nervous but also a little excited. She stretched her hand out of the window to feel the cold wind from the north, and the corners of her mouth could not help but rise.
As the train traveled along the railway, the fields on both sides rapidly receded. Occasionally, some animals such as coyotes would chase the train, but would be quickly left behind.
Gwen was like a little child, touching here and looking there, running around in the car while holding Nora, who had given up trying to persuade her with empty eyes.
After visiting many carriages, she came to the front of the train, which was the most heavily armored part of the entire train. In addition to several machine gun bunkers on the top, there was also a steam engine on the front of the train that served as power.
The stoker was shoveling coal and when he saw Gwen he grinned, obviously knowing this special passenger. He leaned on the shovel and took a step to the side so that Gwen could walk forward and see the steam engine.
Gwen thanked him, leaned over to look at the steam engine with curiosity, put Nora aside, put her hand on the boiler and tried to communicate with it.
"How is it? Can you feel the machine spirit?" The fireman next to him asked with a smile, folding his arms.
"I felt it. It said it was busy and asked me to go play on the side."
The stoker blinked in surprise: "Such a complicated meaning?"
"It's not that complicated. It just means one thing - get lost."
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(End of this chapter)
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