The night was so peaceful, and the large and small red moon was so dreamy. Weinerson carried his suitcase and walked alone, his thoughts spreading out boundlessly like a runaway horse.
He did not say a final farewell to Avril, but left in her sleep. He also did not say goodbye to the four-person team of the Night Watch, as well as the brothers and sisters of the 'King Bomb' organization.
Along the way, in addition to his revenge plan after returning, many memories echoed in his mind, such as Mr. Joseph who led him to the extraordinary road for the first time, such as Jack's landlord who silently replaced him with a house, such as only a few faces Miss Elena has deep memories of the fate, such as the attack Faslanka suffered that afternoon... and the source of all this points to herself, this heretic, the heretic who traveled from China to carry authority.
Unknowingly, Weinerson walked out of the gate of Hornavitch University like a wandering spirit, walked out of the lake, walked into the nearest street, and turned into the branch road leading to the extraordinary train platform.
Soon, he lowered his head and walked into the bank next to the platform of the Extraordinary Train. This was a special bank established by the church to store currencies from multiple countries for exchange. Of course, the exchange rate also existed.
For example, in the northern continent, the currency of the Kingdom of Ghent has an exchange rate of 1:7 compared to other principalities. When an outsider enters the Kingdom of Ghent, the amount of gold pounds needed to be replaced is 7% of his own country's currency. Money, in exchange for 1% of the money of the Kingdom of Ghent.
Weinerson's bearer account contained gold pounds issued by Ghent, so there was no need to replace it. He used the initial night watchman's payment to withdraw 100 pounds in cash, and he continued to keep the remaining "deposit" In the account, I planned to give it to Irene back home. In order to prevent accidents, I had even prepared the excuse. I said it was a work-study program + a scholarship for academic excellence. Irene would definitely accept it happily.
Next, he spent a total of 56 pounds to buy two sets of formal suits, two shirts, two pairs of trousers, two pairs of leather boots, which were gifts for his brothers Mies and Gropius, and a white silk gauze skirt, two pairs of which had Black and white stockings, a pair of pure white Rudal boots, this is a gift for my sister Irene. In addition, I also bought myself a double-breasted woolen coat, a cane, a wallet, and a leather jacket. Made hand luggage.
After doing all this, Weinerson bought a newspaper directly, then walked into the Extraordinary Train Plaza and walked towards the row of giant stone pillars in the center. After a while, he stopped in front of the third stone pillar.
The stone pillars are majestic and majestic. They are carved with unknown and complicated retro curly grass patterns, which look extremely dazzling.
"Like the platform in Faslanka City, it was carved with extraordinary power."
When he saw the extraordinary platform again, Weinerson felt less uneasy than before and felt more familiar. He stretched out his hand and touched the surface of the stone pillar. The complicated curly grass pattern suddenly trembled, as if it came to life, and the layers of branches and vines It moved and spread, revealing a small black hole in the middle, which grew bigger and bigger.
Not long after, an underground street paved with cobblestones appeared in front of Weinerson, and a steel nameplate was erected next to it, which read in ancient Hermes: "9643 Steam Station."
It only takes about four hours to take the steam train from the Federal Mountains to Grevajo County and the city of Faslanca. The Extraordinary Train does not have the so-called luxury carriages and second-class carriages. They are all the same carriages, and the price is 1 gold pound.
Weinerson took out a 1-gold note from his wallet and handed it over. Then he suddenly sighed that it was better to be in school. He didn't have to worry about money. Once he left school, he had to spend money on everything he did. The small money in his wallet, It has dropped from 100 pounds to 34 pounds, and now there are only 33 pounds left. It is simply destitute.
Although 33 pounds is in Faslanca, it is still a considerable amount of property for civilians.
With his ticket and suitcase in hand, Weinerson found a seat in the waiting hall and sat down. It was only early 9 a.m.
He was very lucky that he had a student ID card from Honavitch University. While there was no strict household registration management system in other places, the management here in the Federal Mountains was already strict enough to not be lower than the census in his previous life, but there was only one thing that could be exempted. Check, that is, the student ID card of Hornavitch University can prove your identity, and buying a steam train ticket is even simpler, just give money.
Woo!
The sound of the whistle echoed in every corner of the platform, and the huge monster-like red steam train pulled more than 20 carriages at the front and slowly stopped.
Wearing a formal tuxedo and a half-high silk top hat, Weinersen carried an exaggerated suitcase that did not match his body shape and stepped onto the train with steady steps. The moment he entered the door, the colors of an oil painting quickly reappeared in front of his eyes. , cats of various colors are walking back and forth under the feet, and owls are also hooting in the ears, you call me and I answer.
"It's still the same as before."
He found a seat at random and sat down. The sound of the thunderous whistle echoed throughout the underground streets. Thick smoke billowed out from the black chimneys. A huge steam locomotive broke through the darkness with a majestic sense of power. Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang clang, clang clang, clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang bà bāī bāng bớ bớ bớa bṃsṣa clang was moving on the rails.
The driving force of the extraordinary train itself was composed of extraordinary power, and the speed was unusually fast. But this time he clearly felt that the train was moving faster than before. Before Weinerson even felt it, he had already seen a A desolate natural chasm hundreds of miles long.
This natural chasm is the South African mountain range, the Rust Plains!
"Is it because of the previous attack? Has the Extraordinary Train been modified? I remember that it was not so fast before. It used to be compared to the Harmony, but now it can at least catch the plane."
Snow-covered mountains and lush grape plains alternated, and the sound of the endless river flowed to his ears. Weinerson shook out the newspaper he bought at the extraordinary train platform while sighing at the greatness of technology.
Although extraordinary power, clergy, and blasphemous playing cards are indeed magical, what cannot be ignored is that steam is as important as the vigorous development of industry. He is thinking that maybe one day in this world, there will also be a series of computers, mobile phones, game consoles, etc. Electronic products, then, will no longer be different from those in the previous life.
Thinking about the infinite possibilities in the future, the Extraordinary Train has already sped out of the Rust Plains. Another rushing railway comes into view, and scattered towns around it faintly emerge.
Weinerson looked around and saw only yellowish fog everywhere, with extremely poor visibility. The gas lamps hanging on the platform had been lit one by one, dispersing the gloom and darkness.
"This railway leads to Hutton Mar, right..." Weinerson shook his head slightly, suddenly remembering a joke he had seen in the "Fool's Morning News":
"A gentleman living in Hetton Mar was holding bread and bacon in the thick haze. Another gentleman passing him asked the other gentleman: "Sir, what are you doing here? "
The gentleman replied: "I like chili peppers, and the free spicy flavor here always whets my appetite."
Every time I read newspapers or magazines about Hutton Mar in Faslanka, the reporters and editors would always ridicule the air pollution here and the increasing foggy days... I always thought it was exaggerated. , now that I think about it, I might be conservative.
