Time flows endlessly. This is the greatest force in the world. No matter whether it is princes, generals, farmers or businessmen, whether it is the rise of great civilizations or the dissipation of fallen civilizations, nothing can affect the long march forward.
It is like a torrent sweeping across the entire world. Nothing can stop its wash. Under the wash of time, all past existences will become pale. No matter how eye-catching the victory is, no matter how heart-wrenching the defeat is.
, will also lose its original meaning.
And in the tempering of time, the immature life will become mature, and in the ever-diminishing years of life, you will one day know that only a meaningful job can enrich yourself and make yourself better.
Your job is a career worth investing all your energy into.
"drop"
The sharp whistle sounded on time in the residential area of Shadowforge City, representing the beginning of each day's endless rotation of work. Before the second whistle sounded, the people who were awakened still had 45 minutes to wash up and have breakfast, and then
, a long day's work will begin.
And the entire peaceful Darkfurnace City seemed to be awakened by the whistles sounding everywhere, just like a huge mechanical creation, starting to operate again between the collisions of gears.
Some poets in the Federal District would compare the whistle to the horn that wakes up the steam giant, or the first ray of morning light that shines on the earth every day. In short, poets are always so full of romantic feelings.
"Today's newspaper."
In the small residence at No. 134 Volcano Avenue in the civilian area of Shadowforge City, the third-level apprentice Oryx was woken up from his sleep by the sound of the whistle. He yawned, finished washing in the bathroom, and waited until
When he changed into a black apprentice uniform, his friend who shared the apartment with him had already brought packed milk and a roll of newspapers from outside the door.
Orix also took out the beef pie that the two of them had not finished last night from the mechanical refrigerator in the corner of the room, and placed it in a steam box with hot water. After about 3 minutes, the filling became steaming again.
The cake and a sliced fresh apple were brought to the table.
This was the breakfast for the two of them. It was very simple and not rich, but it could satisfy the nutrition needed by the two young people for a whole morning's work.
"I said, John, after get off work today, I have to go to Old Figo's to pay this month's gas bill. I may have to work overtime tonight, so you go ahead."
While munching on the spicy pie, Oryx said to his companion who was reading the newspaper:
"Anyway, you're on your way after get off work."
"Not today, Oryx, I'll drop by and hand it over tomorrow morning."
John put the newspaper on the table. The young man with freckles on his face was a little depressed. When Orix heard this, he subconsciously looked back at the calendar on the wall behind him. On the calendar made of cardboard,
Next to today's date, there is a red five-pointed star symbol, which represents that today is different.
Oryx swallowed the food quickly and apologized to his friend:
"I'm sorry, John, I forgot, today is your parents' day..."
"No, it's nothing, Oryx."
John raised his head, showed a smile to his companion, and stuffed the apple slices into his mouth smoothly, but the sadness flashing in his eyes meant that he was not actually at peace inside.
This episode also made the atmosphere between the two young people a little awkward. It wasn't until Oriques finished eating the pie that he stood up and poured some wine for the two of them, but he didn't dare to pour too much because he was drunk.
If you go to work, you will definitely be discovered by those dwarf supervisors.
John is already a second-level craftsman, and he belongs to the middle class in Shadowforge City. It doesn't matter to him that he has a small salary deduction, but Oryx, who has only been here for half a year, is still an apprentice. His meager salary is used for
It’s already stressful to pay the monthly rent and odd expenses.
"Come on, have a drink, and tell me if you're unhappy."
Oryx placed the wine glass in front of John, and he leaned against the cabinet behind him. Under the illumination of the bright gas lamp above his head, the skin of this young man in his 20s looked abnormally pale. He took a sip.
Taking a sip of wine, the spicy taste was completely different from the wine in his hometown in his memory. Oryx looked at his companion and whispered:
"Tell me, John, we are from the same place... We have the same experience. You have to know that in that disaster, I also lost my..."
"Stop it, Oryx."
John took a sip of the wine, and the spicy taste stimulated his senses, causing tears to flow from his eyes at this moment. With this spicy stimulation, John, who was hiding the sadness in his heart, simply stopped hiding it and used his left hand to
She covered her eyes, but salty tears continued to flow from between her fingers.
"Stop talking..."
His voice became choked:
"Don't let me remember that hell again...my home, my family, my farm, God...Holy Light!"
As if to vent, John raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass. He raised his head and looked at the white-painted roof and the cyan mechanical fan hanging on the roof. The suppressed pain in his heart was
At this moment it burst out:
"I hate that place, Oryx, I hate Stratholme, I hate Lordaeron... That day, just like any other day, I rode to Andorhal to watch the knights training, those smokes, those poisons
Smoke, I remember clearly, those plagues... damn plagues, I fainted in front of Prince Alsace, and when I woke up, everything about me was gone and was swallowed up by that damn place."
"I have lost everything, Oryx, I have nothing..."
Oryx felt the pain of his companions. He sat next to John and patted John on the shoulder. His voice was a little hoarse and he said:
"Okay, it's all over, brother, it's all over. If Uncle Dalson is alive in heaven, he will definitely feel relieved to see you starting your life again."
"My father...he was a rude, orthodox country boy who would always yell at my mother and me, and he also liked to drink."
John's face was covered with tears. He turned around, tried his best to smile at his companion, and said:
"I still remember the day he talked to me and said he wanted to send me to the Black Iron District to be a mechanical apprentice. He knew that I liked playing with these gadgets, and he actually liked them too. I secretly saw him clumsily touching those gadgets.
Cumbersome harvester, I know that if he is still alive, maybe in the black iron area, he will also choose to become a machinist, just like you and me... But he will never have that opportunity."
"Now I'm here, Orix, I'm in the Black Iron District. No matter what, I want to become the best craftsman! I want to realize my father's humble ideal... I want to destroy the Dalson family.
I want to continue my bloodline and create a scene in the Federal District to comfort my parents and those I have lost."
John touched his eyes with his sleeve, raised the empty cup, and said to Oryx, whose eyes were red:
"To my father, to our new life!"
Oryx sniffed, gave half of the wine in his glass to John, and then clinked the glasses. During the sound of the glass, the two young men laughed and drank the wine in one gulp, and then continued as usual.
, carrying the bag, going out, separated in two directions.
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John Dalson is a survivor from Dalson Farm in Stratholme. He is one of the survivors of the undead plague launched by the cultists of the Cursed Cult a few years ago. He has been living in Stratholme before.
He lived a difficult life until the Hammerfire Chapter regained the entire city of Stratholme, and the young man was transferred to southern Xinjiang along with the immigrants.
He took advantage of his resources to sign up for the apprenticeship recruitment in the Black Iron District. He is a talented young man. In less than a year and a half, he became a second-level craftsman of the Black Iron Mining Company.
In the business model of the commercial district, he has a very bright future, and there are many, many motivated young people like him in the Black Iron District.
Most of them come from relatively humble backgrounds. In their original society, they would never be able to enter the middle class of society. Their humble bloodline limits their path forward. Even if they join the army and exchange their lives for a future, it will be difficult for them to break through the shackles of their own class.
, but in the Federal District, their future has become extremely broad and bright.
No matter what they have experienced in the past, these young generations have now become one of the core supporters of federal rule, and are full of disgust and hatred for the past feudal civilization system.
To use a famous saying of the Speaker of the Federal District, Mr. Edwin Van Cleef, it is:
"Only a backward system will need blood and talent to determine what a person can do; and only a backward civilization will regard certain rare abilities as the overall characteristics of the civilization."
John Dalson's good friend Oryx can also be considered one of these young people, but his background is different from John and others.
Oryx seldom said his last name...but it was indeed a very famous name.
His full name is... Oryx Rivendell. He is the only son of the former Lord of Stratholme and Baron Rivendell. He has been suffering from a strange disease since a few years ago and almost died.
Suffering from this disease, his father, Baron Rivendell, even sacrificed his soul in exchange for evil in order to save his son.
Baron Rivendare's ending was tragic. He became a death knight under the Lich King. After being defeated and purified by Prince Arthas, he was almost killed by the Cult of the Damned at the end of the Stratholme evacuation.
Cultists dig up ashes to stage evil resurrections.
Oryx, who was on the verge of death at the time, was also captured by the cultists, but he was lucky enough to meet Roglio, the Lord of Death. After Roglio killed the Dread Lord Mal'Ganis, Oryx
He was saved, and his strange illness was discovered to be the result of the Dread Lord's dark magic.
In short, Oryx is burdened with a very heavy story. Six months ago, this recovered young man refused the favorable treatment offered by the Defias Federal District Council. He chose to remain anonymous and came to the Black Iron District to become a
As an apprentice, he abandoned the surname Rivendell, which has a rich history, and chose his mother's surname. Now, he is an ordinary citizen of the Federal District.
His name is Oryx Berkeley, a highly talented third-level apprentice. Due to the complete aristocratic education Oryx experienced in the first half of his life, he understood obscure mechanical principles very quickly, which made him famous by many
The craftsmen looked at it differently. Several machinery companies had extended invitations to Orix, but the new young man had his own goals...
He wants to enter the famous Oversbach Technology Laboratory, and after accumulating enough experience, he will open his own laboratory.
He even thought of a name for the laboratory, and it was called "Norbert and Anna Technology Laboratory"... those were the names of his father and mother.
"Bang"
The moment Oryx stepped into the foundry workshop where he currently worked, he collided with a hurried guy walking from the opposite side. The guy was so powerful that the collision made Oryx dizzy.
The engineering books he held in his hands were scattered everywhere.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
But the man was quite polite. While he pulled Oryx up from the ground, he hurriedly helped Oryx pick up the fallen book on the ground. After saying goodbye to each other, the man turned and left without hesitation.
, but he didn't notice that behind him, Oryx's eyes had narrowed as he looked at his back.
Oryx had seen this tall man with an ordinary appearance...
In Stratholme City, this man once visited his father as the king's envoy. Because Oryx's kitten unfortunately died of illness that day, Oryx had a very deep memory of that day.
He was certain that this man was the one wearing the armor of the Kingdom Guard in his memory. He should have been a royal spy from the Kingdom of Lordaeron!
But...how could a royal spy from the Kingdom of Lordaeron appear in an ordinary factory in the Black Iron District?
Oryx was a little confused. He didn't know what to do until he saw the engineering books borrowed from the library in his hand, the wonderful knowledge he had never learned before, his fulfilling life now, and his understanding of the terrible things he had done.
The hatred and disgust of the past.
Finally, the young man took a deep breath and walked to the factory foreman's office...
He likes his current life. His parents have paid the price for the old times. Now... He does not allow anyone to destroy the future he has planned! He does not allow anyone to destroy the ideal he finally found...
