Chapter 437 Iron Palace
Chapter 437 Iron Palace
"Help!"
"Killing people!!!"
Joshua, who was "assassinated", was lucky enough to turn the door handle of the carriage, but Leon grabbed his collar from behind and he couldn't get free after struggling several times. In desperation, he could only struggle hard and scream for help.
The coachman was not deaf after all, so he would naturally react to the loud noise in the carriage.
Hearing the passenger's cry for help, he hurriedly slowed down and stopped the car, then opened the small window between the driver's seat and the car and carefully looked out.
"You two...what are you doing?"
"fine."
After covering Joshua’s mouth, Leon turned back and said calmly:
"We are just joking, why are you continuing to...what's wrong with your face?"
what?
The coachman was stunned for a moment, then he stretched out his spherical metal palm, touched his slightly rusty face, and said with puzzled eyes:
"Sir, is there something on my face?"
"..."
It's not about what's on your face, it's about what the hell are you? ! ! !
Looking at the iron head with a strange metallic luster and the pair of empty eyes that had turned into brown glass that were sticking out from the small window, the two people in the carriage couldn't help but gasp at the same time.
"Oooooh! Ngh!"
Having already been startled by Leon's "assassination", and then suddenly startled by the monster sticking its head out of the air vent, the Freckled Prince was completely frightened. He went limp as if he had no bones, and fell directly to the floor of the carriage. He looked at the tin driver with horror in his eyes, and couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Although Lyon was also frightened by the tin doll driver, his two months of career as a cleaner had really trained his psychological endurance. Abnormal events of this degree were not enough to scare him.
After trying hard to calm himself, Leon reached out to close the carriage door, then lifted up Joshua, who had already gone limp, and pushed him back onto the chair opposite. Then he tentatively said to the coachman:
"Can you tell me what it feels like when you touch your face?"
What is this problem?
Although Leon's question was a bit confusing, the coachman who picked up the two guests from outside the parliament gate knew that the other party's identity should not be simple, so he answered honestly:
"It's pretty much the same as usual, cold and hard... Oh yeah, my face might be a little rusty lately, I think I need to apply some oil."
It's been a bit rusty lately...
After hearing this somewhat weird answer, Leon's eyes narrowed slightly.
The fact that the coachman already believed himself to be the Tin Man rather than a human with soft skin meant that his own cognition had been confused, which meant that the anomaly that caused his transformation should not be of low status.
Do you want to touch his face?
Giving up the idea of knocking Joshua unconscious for the time being, Leon looked at the puzzled iron head in the small window, hesitating whether to reach out and touch it, but finally gave up the idea.
After all, if the coachman was turned into a tin doll and it was an abnormal object that could spread through contact, touching it directly with your hands would undoubtedly be like delivering the disease to your door. If you cannot determine the cause and type of abnormal object, it is safer to reduce contact.
"really."
After taking a look at the iron coachman's face, he found some light reddish-brown rust on his neck and jaw. Leon nodded kindly and said,
"You have some rust on you. You really should take care of it."
“Haha, forget it.” After hearing what Leon said, the iron coachman smiled naively, and then said in a strange voice with a hint of metal:
"Maintenance is for noble people like you. We can just apply some rapeseed oil to keep it out of the moisture. Besides, my work is exposed to the wind and rain, so it will still rust no matter how much I maintain it."
“That’s really hard work.”
Adhering to the working principle of not alerting the other party before confirming the source of the anomaly, Leon chatted with Joshua while holding his hand and pushing open the carriage door, and then said calmly:
"Oh, I suddenly remembered something. Please stop here and wait for me. I'll get off and take a look."
"Ah, okay!"
After hearing what Leon said, the tin coachman nodded in response, then turned his creaking neck, and his two eyes made of brown glass balls stared straight at the freckled prince on the ground.
"guest."
The chin, which was covered with reddish-brown rust, slightly opened, revealing a strange smile that was unique to a toy doll, stiff and dull. The iron coachman tilted his neck, which was restricted by the iron joints and could not be twisted to a large extent, and said to the terrified Joshua in a sinister voice:
"Would you like a hot towel?"
"Wow!!!"
The tin driver looked like a human, but his actions were not that human. This probably triggered the uncanny valley effect, directly shattering Joshua's already broken psychological defenses.
After howling uncontrollably, Joshua rushed directly to the door of the carriage and almost rolled off, instinctively wanting to stay away from this strange carriage.
However, when Joshua got up from the ground and prepared to run away with a pale face, he just looked up for a moment and then sat down on the ground with a thud.
The palace, the highway, the square, the streets... this place he had seen countless times was filled with all kinds of tin men!
The sentries who were supposed to be guarding the palace gates with weapons were replaced by two teams of tall black iron soldiers. The iron-gray thickened guard uniforms turned into real black-gray iron and became a part of the guards' bodies.
Outside the palace, on the specially designed road for traffic, steam carriages were speeding past, but the horses pulling the carriages had been replaced by iron horses, and their joints had become the ball-shaped joints of toys.
The originally smooth and steady movement became intermittent due to the changes in the joints. After running a certain distance, the Iron Horse's limbs would be reset and the carriage behind it would stop suddenly.
In addition, there were guards in front of the square, well-dressed nobles, pedestrians on the streets, stray dogs stealing goods, and vendors shouting and chasing...
All the things that should have been living things have turned into tin dolls. Even though the area around the palace is still prosperous, everywhere you look, there is cold and hard iron gray, without a trace of the soft color of flesh and blood.
"This this……"
This is probably not an ordinary anomaly...
Squinting his eyes and looking further away, at the end of the long street, he saw a group of children being tinned, and Leon couldn't help but take a deep breath.
It wasn't just the coachman who was turned into iron, but all the living things around him, and the scope was expanding. In addition...
He lowered his head and looked at his hands which were still flesh and blood. After rubbing his hands against each other, feeling the cold and hard touch, Leon couldn't help but frown.
Am I the Tin Man too?
(End of this chapter)