But then he thought about it, Mr. James Stein is a famous master of space magic. Even if he sits still, the space might move on its own.
In this way, Allen and Howard were flipping through their magic books and talking about the gossip of the Mage Tower. They felt that time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was sunset.
At this moment, the train has already traveled within the boundaries of the capital.
Outside the car window, the evergreen forest gradually became sparse, turning into scattered shrubs and buildings, and an endless plain.
At the end of the railway track, on the distant horizon, one can vaguely see a densely packed building, condensed into an oppressive black silhouette, like a dark cloud under the afterglow of a bloody sunset.
"So...is that Lund City, known as the 'Center of the Plane' and the 'City of Ten Thousand Cities'? It's really majestic!" Howard sighed sincerely in his heart.
But as the distance gradually got closer, the two of them never made a sound again.
The train passes through the city.
As far as the eye can see, houses, barns, markets, taverns, cemeteries... are arranged densely and orderly. Even if the steam train is noisy, Alan and Howard can hear the noise from the city.
Busy streets and gravel-paved alleys outline a complex and tortuous transportation network.
The broad Boone River passes through the city from north to south, dividing the city into two urban areas: east and west.
On the east bank of the river, factory chimneys spit out mist day and night, blocking the blue sky and blurring people's vision;
On the west bank of the river, mansions are lined up in rows, like stars holding the moon, setting off the royal palace nestled against the mountains and rivers, the towering Master's Tower, and the majestic Hagia Sophia.
The contrast between the two sides is so strong that Allen couldn't help but think of a common saying often said by residents of the Braden Kingdom: "It's better to be a dog on the West Coast than a human on the East Coast."
By the time the train stopped at the train station in Lund City, it was completely dark.
There was a thick fog outside the station, and the kerosene lamps gave off a dim yellow glow, turning the cold night into warm colors.
"It's so late, can we still find a hotel?" Howard asked solemnly, carrying his luggage.
"Do you think I will fight an unprepared battle?" Allen asked with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, before Howard could react, a gorgeously decorated four-wheel carriage, pulled by two tall white horses, drove towards the two of them from the end of the road.
The coachman, wearing a formal and strict uniform, stepped out of the car respectfully, bowed to Allen and said, "Master, please get in the car."
"Get in the car!" After hearing this, Allen turned his head and said to Howard, who was standing aside blankly, "Although my father prefers to stay in the territory of Kent County, in order to cope with the annual social season, he also
He purchased several properties in the capital and had his housekeeper and servants take care of them on his behalf.
"I have to say that my father is really discerning. For example, he bought the villa by the Boone River last year. However, in less than a year, the house price there doubled."
Howard said "hmm" without making any comments. In his opinion, anyone who can buy real estate in the capital is not the same type of person as him.
After the two got into the carriage, the coachman turned around and asked Allen again: "Master, which mansion are you going to?"
Allen thought for a while and suddenly realized that he couldn't remember all the properties in his house, so he asked: "In Xicheng District, close to the city center, quiet in the bustle, with convenient transportation... what are some places?"
The coachman answered from memory: "5 Dennington Street, 399 King's Road, 32 Holy Street."
"Dennington Street...if I remember correctly, the Prime Minister seems to live there too?"
"Yes, the Prime Minister lives at 10 Dennington Street."
"Then let's go to King's Road!" Allen decided. He neither wanted to be involved in various political whirlpools, nor did he want to get too close to the territory of the Church of Light.
Howard sat aside and listened to the conversation between the two of them choosing a house like cabbage. He felt that it was so unreal that he even suspected that he was dreaming.
Soon, the carriage followed the boulevard along the Boone River and arrived at the luxurious villa of the York family.
This is a Baroque-style building. Although its area is not as large as the York family's castle on the seaside in Kent, its decoration is particularly gorgeous.
The fountain outside the door, the reliefs on the walls, and the murals on the ceiling combine to form a delicate and elegant picture.
"We will live here these days." Allen smiled.
Howard nodded numbly, already feeling dazzled by the surrounding environment.
Then, Allen called the servants and asked them to take Howard to the guest bedroom on the second floor.
Howard saw that it was a very spacious room with a small curved balcony and a large bed shrouded in dark purple curtains.
Exhausted, he changed his clothes and lay on the bed, but he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
The reason is simple: the bed is too soft and he is not used to it.
It's like sleeping on cotton, you may sink at any time, and you have no sense of security.
After thinking for a moment, he got up from the bed again, then wrapped himself in a quilt and lay curled up on the floor, just like many years ago, he wrapped himself in a quilt and lay beside the pitted stove in his house, listening to his mother humming nursery rhymes, and then entered
Like a dreamland.
A few minutes later, he fell into a deep sleep.
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Allen didn't go to bed, and he didn't need to sleep.
He sat on the sofa in the living room, rang the bell, called the housekeeper, and then asked: "In the capital, find the best tailor to customize a set of dresses, including a double-breasted coat, shirt, vest, black
How much does it cost for trousers, etc.?”
"Let me do the math... nine pounds fifteen pence for a shirt, fifteen pounds three shillings for a double-breasted coat... Well, sixty pounds in total," replied the butler, "but, sir, when you get here
The Earl has already ordered eight sets of clothes for you in advance, and they are now in your wardrobe, enough for you to use on various occasions."
"No, this time it's not for me, but for Howard," Allen said with a smile, "He will be a magician soon, so he has to dress decently. Look at the way he is dressed now. If you take him there
When attending afternoon tea parties with rich ladies, others might think that the York family is bankrupt."
"As you command, young master." The butler bowed and refused to refute.
The night is getting darker.
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