Weather forecast port.

There are also temples in the port, and naturally there are prayer machines. There are weather fortune tellers, rainy season prayer masters, divine pastors and ordinary people in the port coming and going, and they all believe in gods.

He came to the temple wearing a raincoat and stood outside the temple for a long time before entering.

Passing by the people coming out, he carefully took out a prayer from the clothes inside his raincoat, and after praying, he stuffed it into the prayer machine.

"I want to go to Helfas City and make it rain."

The prayer machine kept spinning and his voice was mixed among countless sounds.

He listened carefully while kneeling to pray. He wanted to hear his own voice in the prayer machine, but that wisp of voice was completely drowned in other prayers, and he heard nothing.

The face like a badge on the chest: "You can't hear me."

Then the messenger added: "But God will hear."

Finally, the messenger said: "But God probably won't agree to your unnecessary request."

No matter what the messenger said, he knelt on the ground and completed the entire prayer process, meticulously and as standard as his calculated and arranged rain process.

Of course he understands this truth, just like every rainy season the prayer master will carefully guide the rain to its destination, but sometimes the rain still does not fall at the destination as you expected.

But even so, you still need to complete all the preparatory work meticulously.

He had just walked to the lobby of the weather forecast port, and suddenly the whole hall became noisy, crowds gathered, and the middle-aged birdman also appeared in the lobby.

"what's going on?"

"The oracle of rain has come, and the Black Pen Messenger has received it."

"There's nothing strange about this."

"This time the oracle seems to be asking someone to send rain to Helfas City."

The rainy season prayer masters talked a lot, and finally their eyes focused on the old man. Their eyes were full of surprise or respect.

The middle-aged birdman looked at the rainy season prayer masters and spoke slowly.

"The oracle has come, Helfas City needs rain."

He also saw the old rainy season prayer master and felt a little embarrassed and a little incredible. He couldn't understand how the other party did it.

He raised his head.

Perhaps, the god in the dark has really been watching their every move. He doesn't say it, but he knows everything.

The old rainy season prayer master stood there quietly, seemingly not surprised.

But the hand under the raincoat that always wanted to lift up and move slightly seemed to reflect his inner joy.

The middle-aged birdman walked up to the old rainy season prayer master, and his attitude this time was much more respectful.

"God's call, it's time for you to set off."

"Helfas City, light rain, no limit on rain period and no limit on rainfall."

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He was still wearing a raincoat and standing in the iron box inside the Ladder Tower.

The person who saw him off outside was the priest he had met before. After the other party heard that he was coming, he came to see him off in person.

The other party waved at him, and he bowed in return.

The iron carriage rises.

"Clang!"

There was a roar, and before he could stand still, he immediately held on to the iron wall on the side, and then maintained this posture and followed the fast-moving iron carriage to a higher place.

After calming down, he retracted his hand, but still stood upright in the iron box with his feet together, motionless.

He lowered his head and looked at the ground, and suddenly spoke to his fellow messenger.

"Develop rainfall plans and arrangements for Helfas City."

"Start recording now."

"The rainfall location is Helfas City. After arriving near the target location, check the surrounding climate and humidity to find the right..."

He discussed the details of the next rainfall with the messenger sentence by sentence. Although the oracle did not limit the rain period and amount, it did not mean that he could rain without restraint.

He does not have the power to maintain rainfall for a long time, and has never been accustomed to doing so. He feels that rainfall is a very cautious matter, and he has his own arrangements for every rainfall.

He spoke little by little, and although he was serious, his words could not hide his excitement. Perhaps at first he never thought that he could really go to Helfas City to rain, and become the first member of his family to board the sky.

People of the city.

The iron ladder went up higher and higher, getting closer and closer to the city.

No matter how many things and storms he has experienced, or whether he no longer cares about many things, his calm heart at this moment still becomes hopeful.

The messenger yawned lazily, seeming a little tired, and spoke.

"It's been documented."

First, we passed through the clouds and passed through the fog.

Behind it, the outside light was blocked, and the iron carriage went through several turns and a long journey, seeming to pass through the bottom of the city.

The sun reappeared, and he finally came out of the pier of that city.

There were crawlers, goods, and boxes moving everywhere around him. He and the envoy showed their certificates while looking into the distance.

In the distance, you can see rows of square and tall buildings, various somewhat rigid but tall and majestic buildings, and shops with various and even weird signs.

He saw the extremely wide streets and the huge crowds of heavenly beings. Those heavenly beings who were so enviable on earth no longer seemed so strange here.

He saw surging rivers, low clouds, and tall fire trees.

In addition, there are black steel furnace life workshops or other life workshops with smoke floating from the chimneys. People in this city mainly rely on these life workshops to make various goods that they and the earth need.

Some people's main jobs are craftsmen and workers. This is a strange industrial city driven by dragons, black steel, and sealed objects.

For most of the bird people in the world who are still in the era of nomadic people and feudal kingdoms, and for the people on the ground who still rely on gathering wild fruits, hand-spinning woolen cloth, and hunting with bows and arrows in many places, such a city is simply too incredible.

Rising from the ground to the sky seems to have spanned at least a thousand years. Perhaps this can also be regarded as a time travel.

He stood for a long time.

It seems like I am in a dream.

Until the people next to him asked him to leave quickly, he bowed his head and apologized and set off in a hurry.

Then he went to the Weather Court in Helfas City to report. Although he could take a break, he couldn't wait to come outside.

He came to the road and finally entered the "fantasy world" he had been looking at before. He stepped on the ground and found that the road surface had a metallic texture.

If you hit it with a hammer, it will definitely make a clanging sound.

He saw many people, men and women, wearing gorgeous silk clothes. They were well-dressed, with layers of clothes, shoes and socks, various decorations on their clothes, and ribbons or iron buckles on their hats. They belonged to

Another civilization.

They have never seen rain.

He also stood outside the glazed window of the store, looking at the products he didn't even recognize, and experiencing this world that was unknown to him.

He was getting to know the city in heaven, and the people in heaven were also looking at him. In this way, there seemed to be some kind of intersection between heaven and earth.

Finally, he carefully entered a public staircase and building, and then climbed to the top of the building.

Standing at a high place, he began to test the climate and humidity here. Only in this way can he prepare for the next rain. In fact, there is no need to bother in other places. The surrounding climate and humidity have basically been tested before heading to the next location. The weather

The forecast port will also inform them.

But Helfas City is different. It has never rained here, and it is relatively independent.

"Start now and check the surrounding climate and humidity."

After he finished testing on the tall building here, he went to the next tall building, repeating the same work every time.

"Start now, test..."

But unconsciously, the messenger's response began to slow down. He yawned and spoke lazily.

"Record……"

"Record...um...record..."

One time later, when he completed the test and asked the other party to record it, there was no response.

It is also a civilized machine that has been running for too long and finally broke down.

The messenger is dead.

Its death had no warning, no last words, and no grandeur. It just ended its long and rainy life, that long eight hundred years, in silence.

Many people walked with it during those long years, some were romantic, some were thrilling, and some were heartbroken.

But when it ended, it was like a sudden night wind blowing through the candles, and an unexpected shower.

Suddenly but not unexpectedly, the silence was surprisingly calm.
To be continued...