She is not an investigator.

She's already trying her best to make herself less conspicuous; it's not her fault.

"...Back to the main point, this train will be heading to Frostville, a town in the far north. It's not very big...but it's considered relatively luxurious for that area. I can't take you too far, so my final stop will be there, and I'll get off there."

He paused for a moment, then turned his head slightly to look at the train conductor leaning against the door.

The train conductor seemed relaxed, even humming a tune from time to time, but Constantine knew he was listening.

"You don't need to get off the train, even though Frostville is the nominal final stop. They can take you deeper into the country, through the northern canyons, to the end of the tracks... where you can get off and continue north until you find that mysterious village."

"...That doesn't sound very reliable."

“That’s true, but you’re not the first to look for them. You’ll encounter many things along the way, including supplies left behind by those people… but that alone won’t be enough. In short, the train can’t go deep into the snow, and at that time, you’ll only be able to rely on yourself.”

It wasn't a good idea to entrust her life to a village that might never be found, but it must be said that she didn't really have a choice.

If things continue like this, she will only die an unexplained death. It would be better for her to take the initiative and seek out that possible opportunity.

"Don't believe his simple explanation."

Just then, the train conductor suddenly spoke up. He glanced at Constantine and then fixed his gaze on Igris, who was wrapped up tightly.

"I've been running this route for half my life, and all I can tell you is that it's not as safe as you think, not even at our final stop."

"What do you mean?"

“Literally... I know this is your first time here, because theoretically no ordinary person would choose to take this route. Most people don’t even know about this track. Those who can get on the train have something special about them.”

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and pointed it at Constantine.

"I don't know what you call people here, but in my hometown, they call you a Witcher, which is probably not wrong, is it?"

Constantine nodded; at least in this city, his profession was that of an exorcist, or witcher.

He turned his finger again and pointed at Igris.

"And...you, you are the one who makes me most uneasy. If that guy still has a relatively respectable job, but in you, I can't see any other trace, only...desire."

"..."

"You didn't deny it, which means I was right about some things, and that's probably why you embarked on this journey."

He put the cigarette in his mouth but did not light it.

"The passengers in this vehicle can include soldiers, witchers, assassins, wanted criminals, cultists, and cops, so... I've said all that, you should understand what kind of place this is, right?"

He was reminding, and also warning, that those who actually choose to board this train are not simple people. Instead of thinking about how to continue their journey north successfully after reaching the final destination, Yin & Lin VII is five nine si (nine father) should think about how to ensure their safe arrival at the final destination.

"how about you."

"Ok?"

Igris slowly raised her head, pulled her scarf down slightly, revealing half of her face.

"Then what are you?"

"..."

He remained silent for a moment, looking at Igris's cold yet stunning face, then put away the unlit cigarette and tucked it back into his pocket.

"The train attendant is just someone who has been on this train a bit longer and knows a bit more; there's nothing special about him."

He didn't want to answer, but his attitude spoke volumes.

At least most of the time, he was still willing to maintain order on the train.

Similarly, if someone were to actually commit murder on the train, he wouldn't stand idly by.

"There's one more question."

Igris glanced at the figure sitting at the very back and asked in an even lower voice.

“That girl doesn’t seem to be included in the examples you gave above.”

"Who knows, heaven knows how she found this place, but... I advise you not to mess with her."

The train conductor stroked his chin and said softly.

"Those things on her are not something an ordinary person could get their hands on. She must be some rich girl who ran away."

“Miss, I think you shouldn’t allow a young lady like you to board such a dangerous train.”

"Is it dangerous."

He seems to have a different opinion on this.

"All I know is that if the police had been notified about those things on her, then she probably wouldn't be the one in danger anymore. Anyway... that's all I have to say."

The train attendant, as usual, leaned calmly against the train door.

"I'm just giving you a little reminder: don't have too many unnecessary expectations for your trip. You'll be lucky to arrive safely without any accidents."

"..."

Seeing that the train conductor didn't seem to be planning to continue the conversation, Igris turned to look at Constantine again.

"Father?"

"...Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

Igris shook her head slightly and simply pointed to the carriage behind her.

"There's a food cart in the back. Would you like to go grab something to eat?"

"Ah...no need, you can go by yourself. I've already eaten. You can leave your luggage here, and I'll look after it for you."

Igris did not refuse and placed her small box on her seat.

There wasn't anything particularly valuable inside; the truly valuable things were almost all in her own pockets. Besides her change of clothes, all that was left was an axe.

This axe might have been quite useful to Igris before, but ever since Igris got that sword... it seems to have lost its meaning.

Maybe we'll have a chance to try using it for chopping wood.

Lost in thought, Igris slowly walked toward the back of the carriage.

She was visibly agitated as she passed Philina, but she calmed down considerably when Igris ignored her and continued walking away.

Although it might sound a bit narcissistic, Iglesias always felt that the guy was after her.

But the two of them really didn't know each other, and had never even met before.

"A strange person..."

The Gods' Fools - The Northern Train: Chapter Three, Anfer Roslian

The last carriage was completely different from the others. Although it still looked a bit old, it had a comfortable atmosphere and tables and chairs by the windows.

This place looks more like a fast food restaurant, at least that's how I remember it. The relatively comfortable seating and the order counter make it almost indistinguishable from a fast food restaurant.

If I had to point out a difference, there probably would be.

"So expensive..."

A piece of white bread normally costs three to four copper coins outside, but here it costs a full eight copper coins, which is double the price.

Igris had never ridden this kind of train before and didn't know if the price was reasonable, but luckily, she wasn't the only passenger.

He was an elderly man with gray hair, who looked to be around fifty or sixty years old. He was wearing a thick military officer's overcoat and a monocle. He was sitting on the edge of the counter, drinking alone in silence.

First impressions don't suggest he's an old man of his age; his demeanor is sharper and more dangerous, making it hard to ignore his actual combat capabilities. The short rifle leaning against the counter further reinforces this impression.

Seemingly noticing Igris's scrutinizing gaze, he slowly put down his cup and turned to look at Igris in return.

However, given that Igris was completely covered up, it was relatively difficult to discover anything from her.

"Miss, what can I do for you?"

His voice was somewhat hoarse and heavy, yet full of politeness, making him more reminiscent of a refined and sophisticated old gentleman than a soldier who appeared to have been retired for a long time but still retained his sharp edge.

Would you mind doing me a favor?

Igris did not intend to ignore his questioning, because he gave her a sense of danger.

This isn't always a bad thing; at least Igris knows clearly who she's dealing with, without worrying about potentially hurting them.

This will save her a lot of trouble.

"It depends on what your needs are."

"I just wanted to get something to eat here, but the prices listed made me a little uneasy."

Igris shrugged and leaned against the counter, glancing at the chef at the edge of the counter.

The chef seemed very quiet. Due to the limited staff on the train, he appeared to be doing both the job of taking orders and cooking. I wonder if he also received double pay.

Moreover, since this train rarely has many passengers, his job is likely to be relatively easy.

"Indeed, I've said it before, the premiums here are too high. Look, some things are even more expensive than the train ticket."

The old man tapped on the counter with some dissatisfaction, complaining to the chef who was quietly wiping his knives.

The chef put down his knife and explained in a low voice with a gloomy expression.

"The materials are complicated... The price was set by the train commander."

His way of speaking was uncomfortable, but his voice sounded normal and crisp, at least not harsh.

“You really should change the way you talk, Alvin.”

The chef's name seemed to be Irwin, and the old man recognized him; he appeared to be a regular on this train.

"Don't mind, if you're worried about your budget, I recommend you try the set meals here. One set meal costs fifteen copper coins and is enough to fill you up."

Fifteen copper coins isn't exactly cheap, but it seems quite reasonable here.

“You look like this is your first time on this train? I’m Anfer, Anfer Roslian. I’m a regular on this train. The conductor is a friend of mine. The people here might seem a bit strange, but you can come to me if you have any problems.”

He raised his glass and treated Igris with a warmth and gentleness that belied his outward appearance.

Igris wasn't one to judge a book by its cover, but she wasn't stupid either. At least she could tell that the old man named Anfer hadn't completely let his guard down around her.

Even while drinking, he kept glancing at Igris and occasionally leaning against the counter.

This action allows him to pick up the short rifle as quickly as possible and deal with most unexpected events.

"Thank you, but I don't seem so hungry anymore."

In fact, Igris's hunger was always a psychological state. Even when she was sure she had eaten enough, her body would still unconsciously experience hunger under certain circumstances.