Famil carried his worn suitcase and found the rail transit platform with ease.
I bought my ticket at the self-service ticket machine.
Then she stood on her tiptoes and looked far away at the platform, then explained:
“The rail transit vehicles here can reach most important locations in the industrial and commercial areas.
And you only need two Mystic Sea copper coins to ride.
The price was cheaper than the baguettes on the roadside, so I just paid.”
Actually.
Maybe it’s because of the supplement of real-world knowledge.
The interior of the Meteor Trading Port is actually not as complete a replica of the Victorian era as Su Wen saw at first glance.
At least.
Most steam machinery is expanded and controlled by orderly chain machines, and there are not so many human parts involved.
This is probably different from the Victorian era when coachmen were still used for transportation.
The three of them were sitting in a brass-looking rail car, admiring this large port city wrapped in steam machinery pipes.
Jiang Menghan added gently:
"Here, if it is an ordinary animal without mutation, such as the Clydesdale horse in England or the warmblood horse in Europe.
It can probably be sold for dozens of times higher than the current price.
But even if it is the first route of the Lost Sea that has been completely developed, they should not be the first choice of the fleet.
not to mention.
The dangers of the Lost Sea never go away."
The sky above the port was filled with the smell of sulfur and the gentle grinding sound of gears. Rows of exhaust pipes with blue flames became the most unique lights in the city's night sky.
The iron lampposts are covered with copper lampshades, projecting a warm light that simulates the dusk of the real world, illuminating the figures of ships and dock workers.
The view outside the window passes through the tall warehouse buildings.
The blazing steam engines, decorated with rivets and copper-plated ornaments, exude the smell of metal and emit blazing flames, injecting life and vitality into the entire port.
Another steam locomotive rushed past, making a deafening roar.
When Su Wen and the others were heading towards their destination.
at the same time.
In a secret meeting place of a chemical factory in this magnificent seaport city, four men in cloaks were formulating plans in the shadows.
An old voice sounded:
"The plainclothes law enforcement officers on board the Wiltings have sneaked in."
The middle-aged man leaning against the wall continued:
"Is it to trace the contents of Rockefeller Institute No. 76? The Night Watchman is really generous this time."
Hear him say that.
A slightly sarcastic female voice sounded:
"Collector, doesn't that include you?"
"The Collector is just a code name for me, it's like I have actually made some contributions to the Night's Watch.
There is no conflict between the two."
Hear him say that.
The last young voice sounded;
"I have also been conducting observations on the Wiltings these past few days.
Information has been collected on all of the second-level and above extraordinary beings.
The rest of the first-level extraordinary beings are disorderly and overly worried.
Just a bunch of useless things."
That's right.
They had no idea that it was the 'useless first-order transcendent' in their own words that completely destroyed their plan in Jupiter.
And the cultists who had not met Su Wen several times had completely ignored him as a scholar.
"Let the rest of the people make arrangements."
"no problem.
Even if the 'Night Watch' finds something, they probably won't make it back alive."
With the end of the rally.
But they don't know.
A micro-drone transmitting a location signal is lying on the top of this secret meeting place.
[Voice chat decoding completed]
[Uploading to Dawn System Voice Information Database]
[Tracking mission completed]
then.
As the micro-drone turned off its lights and self-destructed in an instant, it completed its short-term mission.
Everything fell into silence.
The screen changes.
Su Wen, who was handsome and tall in a British-style coat, walked out of the rail car platform with Jiang Menghan carrying a handbag.
Follow the road stained with water marks and oil stains.
Under the guidance of Famir.
They arrived at the door of a quaint clock shop.
Famir knocked on the door and opened the door without waiting.
Jiang Menghan, who was following behind, turned his head and glanced at Su Wen gently as if he was aware of it:
"What's wrong?"
"No, I just suddenly discovered something interesting.
That’s all.”
He answered with a smile.
At the same time, copy all the data observed by the drone.
It's just that those people are hiding in dark corners and cannot be identified by their appearance, which is indeed a pity.
The Iceberg Girl knows many of his secrets.
He just hummed and didn't ask any more questions.
Entering the store, you are greeted by a warm yellow light.
Rows of exquisite copper lamps hang from the ceiling of the modest Victorian-era decoration, illuminating every corner.
A huge carved chandelier hangs from the ceiling, shining with pale golden light, shrouding the entire store in a mysterious and elegant atmosphere. In the center of the room hangs a huge red clock, with the hands slowly turning and emitting a faint light.
The ticking sound.
The walls are covered with antique clocks of various prices. The hour and minute hands dance silently on the clock dial, as if time is leading everyone back to that ancient and elegant era.
Rows of clock parts were scattered on the counter in the store, and the silver balance wheels and gears were as bright as new.
The mechanical parts made of nickel silver are placed in a transparent glass cover. The fine lines and precise craftsmanship demonstrate the wisdom and skills of the Lost Sea craftsmen.
It's a pity that the owner of this shop doesn't seem to be here.
Famiel held up a dial and explained:
"In the Lost Sea, the position clock engraved with runes by the second-level anchor of the deep sea lineage is an extremely critical navigation prop.
For example, the first route.
Without an anchored position clock, even experienced navigators are likely to become disoriented."
Hear her say that.
Su Wen also solved one of his doubts.
After all, others don't have the ability to observe distant horizons in the misty deep sea without the Shattered Sea Chart in his hand.
The system prompt also appeared as expected:
【Deep Sea Knowledge Detected】
[Incomplete information, not yet converted into cards]
[The ‘Location Clock’ card can be stored in the travel card set ‘Navigation Props’]
[Dear chief player, please try to learn more about the relevant knowledge to obtain the deck]
Saw this message.
Su Wen was sure he was in the right place.
Moreover, the pocket watch hanging around Jiang Menghan's neck was also broken, and it really needed a professional to repair it.
This can also be regarded as the main mission that Famil brought them here.
The short girl did not touch the dials that needed repair.
I just sat on a stool nearby and picked up the steam newspaper of Lost Sea on the bookshelf.
In this secret sea border where news is difficult to come by, one report a month is considered good, but there are only a few ways to obtain news:
"It's strange that Aunt Rendell isn't in the store."
Su Wen also found stools on both sides of the empty table and sat down with Jiang Menghan.