Chapter 563 Sacrifice and Work

Woo! !

The long whistle sounded like the long and contented sound of a narwhal in the sea. The white steam rising into the sky symbolized the way that energy could be controlled and released by humans after conversion. The overall appearance was a magic power train with a rocket head entering the station ahead of its time, as if showing off the financial resources and material resources that could create such a steel monster.

This gold-eating beast lay on the rails, and when it slowly and smoothly entered the station, it seemed to have some strange panting characteristics of creatures, shocking the nearby life to naturally feel the strength of the spiritual machinery.

Tireless, no need to eat, and infinite power.

When machinery first appeared in the steam age, it was once rumored to be an indescribable man-eating monster. Of course, there were many contributions from craftsmen. They generally believed that such a machine that did not require manpower could not produce so quickly. It must have devoured the soul and flesh of people and achieved the so-called sacrifice, so that it could be said that it could produce things so quickly.

Well...

From a certain perspective, this is indeed true.

After all, nowadays, all the industrial countries in the continent are basically sweatshops, and it is thanks to the extraordinary people that they dispelled superstitions and rumors.

Because the extraordinary people need industrial products, they have to popularize science to the lowly fools, pointing out that mechanical production and sacrifice are completely different things, so that the workers who go in to sell blood will not be cursed or attract astral monsters because of the collective spatial effect. The natural spiritual aggregation of human clusters can certainly form a barrier, but if there is a local negative emotion of the group, the barrier is equivalent to giving it away for nothing. In the primitive era, many human settlements were wiped out by natural disasters and man-made disasters, often because of this reason.

The work of the [Suppression Bureau] is not only to hunt down the cultists who harm the secular world.

We must also be sensitive to changes in the astral environment.

Only by ensuring sensitivity to everything can we be competent in a complex environment with unpredictable changes. However, this is a bit difficult. No one can always be sensitive. For curiosity and enthusiasm for everything, even demigods will eventually return to silence in the concepts of cold and heat.

There are many people waiting to greet them at the station.

After all, this is a train that only the upper class can afford to use. Now that it is back, the servants of these rich people must have timed their arrival to welcome the tired servants. The staff at the station also worked hard to serve this precious train.

This golden signboard of the [Steam City] also needs to be carefully cared for, cleaned and maintained. If anything goes wrong, the nobles can skin these servants who don't work hard. In the past, it was physically stripped, but after entering the industrialized society, it is too easy to kill an inferior person in various ways to keep a good reputation.

The flower girl is looking forward to being appreciated by a rich man. The handsome servant tries to pretend to be a gentleman by making himself as clean as possible. And the person who stole a formal suit from somewhere tries his best to avoid the scene that makes him short of money, looking forward to a sudden love.

Under the first snow, the coldness in the platform and the gushing of steam interweave a magical picture of a mixture of two extreme tones of cold and warm.

The gas lamps here look warm.

But the air can never be warmed up, because it is too cold, not only on the skin, but also deep into the bone marrow. This is the chill of the [Steam City], and this chill will only get colder and colder with the meshing of gears, the clinic of the transmission mechanism, and the roar of steam.

When the white light of the magic power train suddenly burst into light after entering the station, the coldness seemed to be dispelled a lot at once, replaced by an eager and attentive atmosphere.

Those pairs of eyes with dreams seemed to be able to turn the snowflakes in the air into boiling hot air like a steam boiler.

"Tsk, this train runs, and the city government's purse is probably going to jingle." Bill put his hands in his windbreaker. The squinting gentleman's face with a hint of inadvertent smile was shining mysteriously in the strong light, and a different light seemed to flash in the air.

"Aren't several families and merchants responsible for the maintenance of this train?" Ye Funi on the side asked in confusion. She raised her hand, and her sharp blue eyes seemed to penetrate the steam and smoke, and saw the body of this steel behemoth full of mechanical beauty.

It's so spectacular and gorgeous.

As believers of the forge, both Bill and Ye Funi followed the path of mechanical new religion. For these extremely pragmatic new-school personnel, this kind of mechanical creation not only represents power, but also technology. Whether it is external weapons or self-transformation, it is inseparable from the things contained in this train.

"Well, you should ask Lin En about this question when you have time."

Facing the doubts of the female knight, Bill was vague for a while and gave up explaining. After all, he felt that he might accidentally offend a lot of people if he had to explain to Ye Funi here about the welfare and extra income of civil servants. Generally speaking, if there is Lin En, Bill would be more willing to hand Ye Funi over to him to solve. Mr. Bill is actually quite curious about when Lin En is going to marry Ye Funi.

This is the hot news in [The Light Holder] in recent times.

Many people predict that it will take about one or two years.

Bill had different opinions on this. If the plan for Lower Lynn was successful, it might not take more than two years. Of course, we would have to look at Count Amiste's face. If the plan was messed up, it would not have happened in two years. The Campbell family is a prominent family after all.

According to Bill's knowledge of upper class society.

The countess probably wouldn't deliberately take Carlin's hand in this kind of thing. After all, their lover's identity is semi-public, but this also depends on Lynn's own ability. Generally speaking, the risk of relying solely on your appearance to make a living is quite high. The strongest person is probably Lin En, who can eat soft food but is also capable and can show off his talents.

To be honest, Mr. Squinty Eyes was still quite curious as to how Lin En persuaded the countess to spread so much money to the lower city.

Puzzled, Bill could only think that Lynn had given Mr. Amiste some ecstasy.

"He's in Car No. 1. Hey, Bill, bring your clothes. I think I saw Lynn!" She stepped on her feet slightly and stretched her head unconsciously. Eveni quickly caught Lynn in the flow of people. That unmistakable platinum-blonde head was a color she would never mistake.

Lin En just got off the bus, his emerald eyes met the sea blue eyes that looked forward to joy, and he couldn't help but feel like he was warming up as he brought some warmth to the station.