Soon, the time came and the day came when the lightning train was about to depart.

Carl and Hope canceled their room at the front desk, and, led by the hotel waiter, took the elevator directly to the lightning train station.

The ticket inspectors will strictly check the tickets and the ticket holder's information. If the identity information does not match, they will not allow people to enter the compartment.

After showing their tickets, the two were identified by the ticket inspector and then taken to their compartment.

"Huh~, I'm finally going to Eruden, but this means I'll be separated from you for a while."

Sitting on the train, Hope looked out the window and suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

She even felt that maybe the Mind Flayer was behind all this, Carl was fake, and the trip to Eruden was also fake.

The real her is still trapped in the life support cabin of the Mind Flayer base. Her mind is distorted by the bombardment of psychic energy and she has become a slave of the Mind Flayer.

And everything now is just the last beautiful dream woven for her by her free will.

"Ha! You only have time to think about these things now. The training of a druid apprentice is very busy. Why do you think I didn't choose druid as my first ideal career?"

Thinking of the mountains of work that the druid apprentices in his hometown had to do, Carl worried about Hope.

Although the farms in the Eludon Wilds have introduced various machines from the artificer to assist in farming, the work of domesticating animals still exists.

You know, the animals tamed by druids are not just ordinary oxen or other docile animals, but also giant eagles, brown bears and other animals.

Hearing Carl's words, Hope woke up from his negative fantasy.

Shaking her head, she looked at Karl with some dissatisfaction.

"Whose daughter do you think I am? In order to survive, I even had to fight wild dogs for food. Don't worry! I can definitely do it!"

With a perfunctory smile, Carl prepared to sit and watch Hope get hit by the boomerang.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the box. Karl got up and opened the door, and found a big sister about twenty years old outside the door.

She has silver-white hair and pale skin, and her irises are almost colorless. She looks like all the color in her body has been absorbed by some kind of magic.

"How can I help you?"

The other party's special appearance made Carl think that the other party was suffering from some special disease. His good upbringing made him take the initiative to ask the other party's purpose.

"Please, please keep this for me."

The next second, a conductor chased after her. He grabbed the white-haired woman without saying a word and threw her out through the door.

"Excuse me, sir. Is this the bag given to you by that person just now? Can you open it and have a look?"

Watching his other colleagues drive the white-haired woman out of the waiting platform, the conductor turned around and asked Karl politely.

But his hands were not polite at all, and he directly unzipped the bulky canvas bag.

After opening the bag, a pile of metal parts and synthetic fibers stained with alchemical solution appeared in front of the flight attendant and Carl.

As a machinist, Carl was unable to tell what this thing was at first glance.

After checking the bag inside and out and making sure there was nothing dangerous in it, he took the opportunity to help pack the bag.

"Would you like to keep it?"

"Keep it for now."

The conductor bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

After fiddling with the parts in the bag for a while, Carl, who was at a loss, put the bag at the door, then sat back in his seat and talked to Hope about his future plans.

…

"I'm sorry! Hong! I hurt you!"

Looking at the lightning train in the distance, tears kept falling down the face of the phantom spirit Cass.

A few days ago, she made one last attempt to eliminate the undercover agent in the police station.

The result was obvious: her fellow warforged were turned into a pile of parts, while she herself was like a stray dog, being hunted down by enemies everywhere.

Walking in the waiting hall, Cass looked at the people passing by in a trance.

The enemy undercover agent's men were guarding outside the station.

She didn't know what she should do, nor did she know what she could do.

Revenge for her fellow warrior "Red"? She wanted to, but the undercover agent in the police station was now the new leader of the anti-gang team, and she had no evidence to bring him down.

She was only a level 4 wanderer, so it was not realistic for her to kill the opponent by force.

'Dear traveler, where should I go? Sarn, is there still a place for me?'

Cass walked in the station with a numb expression, walked out of the station with lifeless eyes, and prayed silently to the god she believed in in her heart.

All changelings are essentially Traveler followers, for according to legend, a changeling was born when a lone traveler covered a group of dying children with his cloak.

That traveler is believed to be the incarnation of the traveler, and the changeling is indeed more likely to gain the favor of the power in the traveler's realm.

The gods of Eberron have never actually performed their miracles. Most of the stories about them appear in the form of legends, just like Taishang Laojun or other gods in Carl's previous life.

However, like all believers, Cass did not receive any oracle from God.

She walked out of the station in despair, ready to face her fate of being arrested.

'At least Red doesn't have to be buried in this filthy place.'

Just as she was comforting herself in this way, at this moment, a woman dressed up in fancy clothes hurried past Cass and a train ticket slipped out of her pocket.

She looked very anxious, as if she was going to deal with something.

The dazed Cass subconsciously took the ticket.

Looking down, he saw that the departure time on the ticket was soon after, and it was the same train as Carl's.

When Cass looked up, the owner of the ticket just turned a corner.

Her profile appeared clearly in Cass's eyes, and then disappeared around the corner.

Changelings can only take on appearances they have seen; they cannot imagine themselves becoming something else.

Subconsciously walking into the shadows, Cass used stealth and transformed into the appearance of the woman.

Stepping out of the shadows again, she clutched her ticket, turned around, and ran towards the lightning train that was about to start.

'This ticket must be a blessing to the traveler!'

With this thought in mind, Cass returned to the carriage and entered the compartment after the ticket inspector checked that everything was correct.

What surprised her was that this box was actually a luxury box.

Recalling the attire of the person who had just left, Cass frowned, subconsciously feeling that something was wrong.

'How could that person afford a ticket to a luxury box when everything he wears is fake?'

Unlike her fellow tribesmen who do not care about their original gender, as a changeling raised by humans, Cass has a high degree of identification with her female gender.

Although she needs to spend a long time changing into various appearances, especially male appearances, to complete tasks, she still retains some feminine hobbies, such as clothes.

In order to be able to match her changing look at any time, she is familiar with the trendy brands and popular clothing in Sarn and other regions.

With just a glance, she could tell that the man who had lost his ticket was dressed in a fake uniform.

And how did a person wearing fake clothes get a ticket for a luxury box? (End of this chapter)