Wow!

The sound of the whistle echoed in every corner of the platform. The huge steam train, like a monster, dragged more than twenty cars and stopped slowly.

Crane, wearing a tuxedo and a half-height silk top hat, carried an exaggerated suitcase that was not quite commensurate with his body shape, and stepped steadily on the ground of Beckland, the capital of the Kingdom of Roone.

The city is divided into two parts by the Tasok River, which flows to the southeastern estuary. It is connected by the Beckland Bridge and a ferry. It has a population of more than five million and is the most prosperous city in the north and south continents.

Klein looked at him and saw light yellow mist everywhere, with extremely poor visibility. The gas lamps hanging on the platform were lit up one by one, dispelling the gloom and dimness.

"It's only six:30, right? It's just like nine:00..." Klein shook his head invisibly, and suddenly remembered a joke he had seen in the Tassock newspaper before:

"A gentleman who had just arrived at Beckland was lost in the thick smog and had to ask the gentleman who passed by and was wet, asking the other party 'How to walk the Tassok River'. The gentleman replied very kindly: 'Go straight, don't stop, I just swam up there." (Note 1)

Every time I read Beckland's newspapers or magazines, the reporters and editors are mocking the air pollution here in different ways, and ridiculing the increasing number of foggy days... Previously, the Beckland Daily also made a special statistics, saying that similar weather has increased from about 60 days 30 years ago to about 75 days at present... For this reason, many people with insight have established organizations such as the "Soul Emission Reduction Association", "Flue Air Emission Reduction Association"... One of the proposals in September is said to propose the establishment of the "Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee"... Klein put down his huge suitcase, reached out and pinched his nose to relieve the sudden discomfort.

Then, he followed the golden bracelet and took out a gold watch from his vest pocket, pressed it open, took a look, and confirmed the time.

After saying goodbye to his brother and sister, Cryn went to the department store and spent 4 pounds and 10 pounds to buy a gold pocket watch and equipped it with a gold chain of 1 pounds and 5 pounds to 5 pounds.

For him, not being able to grasp specific and clear time at all times will create a sense of panic.

Originally, Klein planned to buy a silver pocket watch, thinking it was in line with his temperament, but considering the true meaning of "the clown", he finally chose a more showy and exaggerated gold watch.

"At 6:39... there is no delay..." Klein put his pocket watch on, picked up his cane and suitcase, followed the crowd and walked slowly out of the steam train station.

Suddenly, he turned a corner without warning, let someone quietly follow him, and touched the person who reached his pocket.

Klein didn't care about this episode, and walked along the cement-paved avenue, mixed in the crowded crowd, and headed towards the intersection ahead.

There are street lawns and gardens, surrounded by a pillar that stands like a chimney.

"No, it might be the chimney..." Klein saw the thick smoke gushing out from the top of the pillar.

Part of the smoke drifted into the sky, part of which turned into tiny drops of water, sprinkled around.

Klein paused again, put down his suitcase, and unfolded the newspaper and map held in his other hand.

When he was riding the steam train, he had already planned where to go and what to do next.

This period of experience and the morning experience of pretending to be a clown made Klein finally understand the true meaning of "clown", which is, "Although he can slightly predict fate, he still feels helpless about fate, so he uses his smile to cover up all the sadness, pain, confusion and depression."

At that moment, he clearly felt the digestion of the "Joker" potion, and believed that if he continued to play like this, he would not take long to try to promote.

But the problem is that he doesn't know what the corresponding Sequence 7 potion is called, let alone the specific formula.

"How to get the recipe? The Secretary Cultivation rarely appears. They seem to be only interested in the items of the Antigonus family... This is also the reason why others have little knowledge of them. Well... consider two aspects. One is to contact the local extraordinary circle to see if they can find clues. The other is to take the initiative to set up traps and use the Antigonus family's treasure as bait to fish out the Secretary Cultivation. After all, I have the strange vertical pupil composed of many mysterious symbols."

"But this risk is too great, you must be cautious enough. The bait you put cannot be too 'good', nor too 'bad', too 'bad', others will not be interested. If it is too 'good', it will be easy to catch a giant shark and swallow my giant shark in one bite... Zarathu, the leader of the Secret Cult, is a figure who has guided Emperor Rossell. Perhaps he also obtained the largest piece of cake for the feast of the change of the times... Of course, he may not be able to survive until now, this is something that happened nearly two hundred years ago..."

With a lot of thoughts, Klein felt the coldness of Beckland, couldn't help but shivered, and decided to find a place to live as soon as possible.

Flipped through the newspaper, he browsed the house rental version again and saw the one he had signed before:

“15 Minsk Street, Joewood District…Town Houses…Rent 18 Suller per week…”

Klein has repeatedly thought about where to live. Although Beckland has a population of more than five million, he still has to be wary of meeting local night watchers, whether it is Dale who is newly transferred here or Lorota, Al Hasson, and Borgia who belonged to Beckland before, he will definitely recognize him.

Therefore, Klein ruled out the North District where "Saint Samuel Church" is located in the headquarters of the Goddess of the Night, and excluded the two districts, Queens and the West District, which are the most strict supervision, belong to the nobles and top wealthy businessmen, while the former is more inclined to Queens.

Excluding several factory areas, dock areas, East District where the slums gather and the Beckland Bridge area, Kline doesn’t have many choices. First, the Hilston District with the Beckland Stock Exchange, the clearinghouse, the futures center, the headquarters of the seven major bank, various trust funds, various railway companies, and various bulk goods trading companies. It is called the economic, commercial and financial center of the Roone Kingdom, and second, the Joewood District, which has many small companies and many residential buildings.

Both areas have a large flow of people and relatively good public security, which is easy to hide. After careful consideration, Klein chose the Joewood District, which has a cheaper rent.

The reason why he did not seek out organizations such as the "Metropolitan Housing Improvement Association Metropolitan Working Class Housing Improvement Company" is that these require certain proof of identity, and he cannot produce them at the moment.

"If you can't rent a house smoothly today, find a small hotel that doesn't require identification certificate to stay for the time being..." Klein closed the things in his hand, put on his suitcase, and walked towards a place that seemed to be the gate of a department store according to the instructions of the map.

That is the entrance to the Beckland Metro.

Yes, subway!

When Klein first saw the term "subway" in newspapers and magazines, he was really shocked. Unexpectedly, this kind of transportation became a reality before entering the electrical era.

It was born twenty-five years ago and first connected the banks of the Tassok River. It has now expanded to major urban areas. Of course, there are not many sites.

Through the gate, Klein followed the people in front of him and walked step by step towards the ticketing point.

After waiting in line for a few minutes, he finally saw a ticket seller with a beautiful blonde hair.

The girl did not look up and pointed to the price wooden sign hanging near the window:

"During peak hours (7:00 am to 9:00 am, 6:00 pm to 8:00 pm), 10 minutes, 6pcs in first class, 4pcs in second class, 3pcs in third class, 9, 6, 5pcs in third class, 8pcs in round trips, 8pcs in first class, 5pcs in second class, 10 sulle, and 15pcs in third class, 10 sulle, and 3pcs in third class, 9, 6pcs in round trips, 9, 6pcs in first class, 8pcs in second class, 10 sulle, and 3pcs in third class, 9, 6pcs in round trips, 9, 6pcs in second class, 8pcs in second class, 10 sulle, and 3pcs in third class, 9, 6pcs in annual passes."

Cheaper than I thought... There is no limit to distance... Melissa must like this better than a carriage, it is the crystallization of machinery... Klein thought about it, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He smiled brightly, took out four copper pennies and handed them to the ticket seller:

"Second Class."

Bang! The ticket seller tore up a ticket, stamped it, and handed it to Klein.

Find the line to Joewood District, and after passing the unrigorous inspection, Klein walked down the stairs and soon arrived at the platform. According to the ground signs, he found the corresponding position of the second-class seat.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

Before he could wait, he heard the whistle of the rolling echo, like the sound of thunder. He saw a huge steam train head breaking through the illumination of the gas lamps on both sides with a powerful sense of power, and stopped clangingly.

Its huge shape, winding body, black iron color and complex machinery are mixed together to have a unique beauty.

The subway in Beckland is still a steam train. The smoke emitted by the squirting through the pipes above, enters the chimney and runs to the outside world under a unique design.

This is the "real use" of the street lawns and gardens.

As the sound of metal friction, Klein waited for the passengers in front to come down, then walked up slowly with his cane and suitcase, and accepted the ticket inspection from the flight attendant.

Unlike third-class seats, second-class seats are one person and there is no need to worry about being snatched from the seat. Klein just sat down, put his suitcase and leaned against his cane, and heard a burst of rapid footsteps.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the door and saw a thin and young-faced boy hurried into the carriage.

The boy was wearing an old coat of age, a dome hat, and a shabby shoulder bag with his head buried very low.

"I'm sorry, I got into the wrong carriage. I'm in the third class seat..." He took off the ticket, apologized to the flight attendant, and then quickly walked towards the third class seat seat.

Klein retracted his gaze, confirmed his destination again, and waited for the car door to close.

At this moment, he heard another messy and rapid footsteps, and then saw several men wearing black coats and half-tall hats rushing into the carriage.

Klein, who was chasing the boy of fifteen or sixteen just now, intuitively came up with this idea.

He shook his head slightly and continued to read his newspaper and map, no different from the other passengers in the car.
Chapter completed!