There is an endless stream of people coming and going at Greybairn Railway Station. In the rising steam, freighters in uniforms serve the rich nobles or middle class one after another, carrying their luggage onto the front.
VIP cabin or first class compartment.
Abigail is not a rich aristocrat. She dragged her suitcase alone and sat on the bench next to the platform waiting for the shuttle to arrive.
She asked for a leave from the newspaper office, and she was going to take a bus to Jotun to visit Professor Carmen Hesmos. The purpose was also to better improve the newspaper articles.
The person in charge of Xinxing News readily agreed and reported Abigail’s entire travel expenses, turning her from a vacation into a business trip.
Of course, the travel subsidy she received was only enough to support her traveling in a second-class economy class seat.
The station attendant blew the whistle, and the roaring steam train entered the platform. Abigail confirmed that this was the train she was about to take.
She stood up and used her slender arms to pull her to salute, but was pushed away by the crowd. There were several strong men who didn't know how to show mercy at all, and their whole bodies were full of traces of running for life.
On the contrary, the first-class seats and VIP compartments in the front are in order, and those wealthy people who can fully enjoy the journey seem to have more time to wait in line.
"What a bunch of rude guys, I can even smell the stench on their bodies, the smell of coal and excrement..."
An aristocratic lady wearing a gorgeous light yellow skirt put her white fingers in front of her nose, frowning and looking at the group of second-class poor people who were swarming up.
"Our carriage is too close to the second-class seats. I'm afraid I might be infected by them..."
Abigail couldn't squeeze in. She was holding on to her luggage, and the girl's complaints rang in her ears, which sounded very harsh.
As a reporter, she once went to a cotton spinning factory to interview workers, and she knew how hard it was for workers at the bottom. Not only were they paid low wages, but they also faced various diseases that they might contract.
These people have used their lives and hard work to create the glorious appearance of Gray Bayn today, but another group of guys who were lucky enough to be reincarnated think that all this is charity given to them by the powerful class.
In the case of cotton spinning mills, more than 30% of workers will be infected with lung diseases, and their bosses are not even willing to install a fan, and even want to save costs by opening an extra window on the wall.
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Her report exposed the ugly faces of certain factory owners. Although she did not name names, it slapped the imperial bourgeoisie severely in the face. It was widely circulated among the middle class and lower-class workers, and eventually led to the establishment of administrative measures in the capital.
Regulations mandate that all cotton spinning mills install ventilation equipment.
Although Abigail herself is very sophisticated and dresses cleanly and smartly, she would not mind sitting in the same row as even a excrement collector.
As the girl boarded the train, Abigail withdrew her contemptuous gaze, adjusted her mood, and saw that the people in front of her had already boarded, so she prepared to board the train too.
Just then, a familiar voice sounded behind her.
"Your luggage looks quite heavy. Would you like me to help you?"
Abigail turned around suddenly and saw a man wearing a white shirt and overalls standing there. The guy also bowed to her like a gentleman.
"Stephen! Why are you here?" Abigail was surprised.
"I think...as a single professional woman, you will always need the protection of a knight during your journey." Stephen compared himself to a knight in a slightly nonchalant manner, but in essence he also understood that his behavior was too obvious. Looking at the lady's suspicious and playful smile, Stephen admitted awkwardly: "Okay! I'm worried about your safety, so I also asked for leave from the person in charge. When will we board the train? Look, the flight attendant is urging you!" ……
Returning to Secred, due to jet lag, Victor and Henry were shrouded in night, surrounded by a group of ferocious natives.
Dozens of bows, arrows or shotguns were aimed at the two of them, and if anything, they would be shot into a hornet's nest.
The Aboriginal representative who could speak Common Language motioned for Victor and Henry to follow him, but he did not explain the reason, nor did he tell who the "crow" was.
Victor secretly calculated a divination: Xiaoji, when someone is happy, he belongs to wood, which is the Liuhe, and all plans are dominated by numbers one, five, and seven.
"When someone comes to bring good news" means that someone comes to bring good news, Liuhe also means that everything will go as planned, harmony and success are in sight.
Is the person the other party asked them to meet actually bringing good news to them?
Weird.
Sometimes the hexagrams of the Duan hexagram needed to be modified, but Victor was not sure, so he did not move. He first asked the question clearly before talking.
"I don't quite understand your intention, friend. Just give me this ghoul and you can leave with the other monsters. It's a waste of time to detain us. There are so many of you. The longer you delay, the more you will gain."
Chances of being discovered."
The other party had a cold face, not discussing with Victor. He repeated again: "Follow me to see the crow."
"Who is Crow?"
"Chief."
Only then did Victor understand why the other party hated him so much and hadn't ordered an attack yet. It turned out to be the leader of this group of aborigines who was giving the order.
It seems that there is no problem with the hexagram, and this negotiation should be beneficial!
Henry on the side was still very vigilant. He glanced at Victor, who signaled that there was no problem.
Afterwards, Victor walked up first and followed the other person walking eastward along the valley.
The group of people was quite large and could easily attract the attention of Secred citizens, so after they left the valley, they tried their best not to take the right path.
Finally, near a stream near a cliff, Victor was brought to the temporary campsite of the Valentine people.
There was a bonfire over there, and there were only three or five people in the camp. One of them, an old man with a solemn expression, sat upright facing Victor, and the flames in front of him rose upward.
The old man's face is wrinkled, but he has no white hair. He has a standard Valentine brown-red skin, and the feather crown on his head is huge and exaggerated.
There is a strange inlay on his chest, like a mask imitating the head of an Indong lion, which is tightly attached to the skin of his chest.
The aboriginal representative who could speak common language walked straight to the old man and whispered a few words to him, while other aborigines tied their horses nearby.
"Come here, stay where you are!" the Aboriginal representative came back and said to Victor and Henry respectively.
"What do you mean? Your crow wants to talk to me alone?" Victor was a little confused.
"That's what you mean!" The representative ignored Henry's objection and made way for Victor.
Henry thought the old man looked familiar and reminded Victor to be careful.
After a moment of silence, Victor walked towards the bonfire.
There is a mat next to the elder, which is obviously prepared for guests.
Victor was not polite and sat on it directly.
The other indigenous people nearby were sent away by the representatives, and only Victor, the elder, and the indigenous representatives who could speak Common Language were left near the campfire.
"This is our leader - Crow. I am responsible for conveying his words." The representative still responded coldly.
After receiving confirmation, Victor nodded slightly and stared at the elder, who was also looking at him.
Then, the old man slowly closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, and made several sign language-like gestures with his hands. The representative next to him seemed to be telepathically speaking, and spoke for the old man: "Crow wants to ask you, is your whole family being affected by Ogu?"