Chapter 1120: Reverberation of mythology
Hao Ren is very curious about the social form in this twilight capital. ≯
After three years in the position of the examiner, although this qualification is not worth mentioning compared with the old fritters such as Galadall and Anthony, Hao Ren has cultivated a certain professional quality, the biggest. The change is that he is now full of curiosity about various forms of civilization and worldview, and can observe them in a more objective and professional way than just watching a lively event. He wondered how the order in the Twilight Capital was to maintain order, curious about the steam council's ability to control the city, curious about the relationship between the Steam Council and the Light Seekers organization, and it was better to operate in a completely closed state. The attitude of a city that has been in existence for two thousand years and always shows a group of foreigners who come out of the barrier.
When a well-organized society is confined to a city (although the city is extremely large) for two thousand years and wrestles with the deadly environment of the outside world, many things cannot be inferred from common sense.
Wendell and Boken talked passionately about things, exchanged information about the light-seeking journey and the recent changes in the city, and finally Boken arranged a train that would take you directly to the Upper Town.
"There is a locomotive that will come out after a moment," Boken said as he quickly wrote a note. "An honest and reliable old driver will take you to the Upper Town. I can't get away now, but Wendell, you should have a solution."
He sealed the written note into a delicate small cylinder and stuffed it into a copper tube beside his desk. There were more than a dozen such copper tubes arranged neatly at his desk. Along with a slight stream of air, the cylinder was sent far away along the pipe, and Boken picked up a long-handled microphone with wiring and inserted the plug into a corresponding socket next to the copper pipe: Tof, receive an urgent pass and add it to your schedule before you leave."
After a quarter of an hour, Hao Ren and his entourage took the steam locomotive to Shangcheng District.
As a special guest of the administrator Boken personally arranged (or Kasei), they certainly did not have to be huddled with the ore in the carriage. The pedestrian was placed in a clean compartment in the front of the car. This compartment was located behind the cab. It is a rest area for drivers and apprentices, but the locomotive will only be fully operational when driving in the dark wilderness. When returning to the upper city, the control personnel only need less than half, and the rest area is just empty.
In view of the huge size of the locomotive, the lounge is quite spacious, and Hao Ren and his team stayed in it all without any notice. Lily happily squatted on the window and looked at the cityscape that was flying outside. No matter what she saw, she would happily pick it up. Elizabeth also joined her, but the little devil’s focus was significantly more concentrated on this car. On the locomotive itself. The closest thing to these two live treasures is the Nangong May, the Kraken girl is much calmer, and she is so gentle that she has no fluctuations in her heart, and even wants to spit bubbles...
In May, this belly detergent has not been digested yet.
Hao Ren left the seat and went to the inside of the gate at the end of the lounge to look inside. Through a dirty glass window, he could see the situation in the opposite cab. He saw complex pipes, valves, pressure gauges and control wrenches everywhere in the cab. Two physically strong apprentices were adding fuel to the fuel tank, while a gray-headed old man was busy between the wrenches and the valves. And carefully control the locomotive, the old man is the "Kostov" in the mouth of Boken. It is said that he has been driving this locomotive for forty years, running through countless back and forth in the dark wilderness and the twilight capital, and is still healthy today: this is a remarkable achievement for the locomotive staff.
You know, although drivers and apprentices don't have to work in the dark wilderness for as long as miners, they are exposed to the magical environment only when the locomotive is operating outside the barrier, and there are very heavy protective shells near the steam boiler. Filled with pipeline protection like the Chinese characters, but they also work under the night, the pervasive magic energy radiation can always bypass the most stringent protection, even the equipment of the light-seekers may not be able to protect people, but This Kostov is healthy and healthy. When his colleagues entered the incinerator and turned into steam power early, he was still in this position, pulling those heavy wrenches and valves, the body. Tough is amazing.
"See what?" Vivian also came over, she glanced through the glass window, seemingly casually said.
Hao Ren nodded slightly: "It seems that it is not a pure blood human, I think his spiritual strength is very strong."
"Weakly Werewolf blood, there are many werewolves in the Nordic region. Some of the werewolves and their human slaves gave birth to mixed-race descendants. The high-spirited heterosexuality did not recognize this mixed-race offspring, so the mixed-race children would be thrown into humans. Among the myths, the 'illegitimate sons' who are incomparably brave but always not seen by the gods are so. The blood of this mixed-race is already very thin, and his ancestors may be a legendary hero in Norse mythology. Maybe Beowulf, maybe someone else... but now he is only stronger, more long-lived, and more resistant to magic than ordinary humans."
“There is always a feeling that the mythological era is still continuing.”
“Yes, the mythological era really continues on this land,” Vivienne whispered. “The Earth has thrown the myth into the library, but the people on this land are still telling the story of the past. To be honest, I don’t want that era to continue in this form: it makes me feel depressed."
At this time, Long Hou Jia Lazhuo also came over. She did not talk about the city's affairs. Instead, she suddenly said something that was not overwhelming: "The work attitude is good."
“Working attitude?” Hao Ren said, “How did this suddenly get into the work attitude?”
"Some novice reviewers always make mistakes in impulsiveness, and power can make people forget their duties," Galazhar looked over at the window outside the window. "Surrounding, reaching the target, so they often miss the goal." A lot of things outside, and these things are often quite valuable. You don't seem to be: you will be curious about everything on the road, and you will be willing to participate in every civilized life without affecting the ultimate goal. Observing them and understanding them, this is precious. The examiner is an observer, and the people who are obeying the target of observation and feedback are not good at the scenery along the way, and your mentality is just right."
Hao Ren let the dragon say something very embarrassed, and there is a bit of a dizzy turn: "Is there such a high evaluation?"
"Of course, because this is why the gods need us," Long Hou smiled. "They let us help deal with the world, because we belong to the world and can be integrated into the world."
Hao Ren snorted, revealing a thoughtful look.
Galajol smiled at him and didn't continue to say anything. Some reason that he wanted to understand was more profound than being told.
The steam locomotive roared, the steel monster dragged the spectacular white air column over the Twilight Capital, and the dense and weird buildings swept across the locomotive and on both sides. Some high-rise buildings were pushed open by the windows, and the curious children squatted on the window sill and watched the speeding locomotives. This was the happiest moment of their day, and the adults of these children did not stop it. The move.
Steam locomotive, this booming noise monster has an extraordinary significance in the city. It symbolizes the operation of the city, symbolizing the enthusiasm of the big boiler, symbolizing that fresh blood is still flowing in the barrier, each born in the dawn. The citizens of the city know the sacred meaning of the whistle. When the gas column erupts from the boiler, a kind of pride and peace of mind will fill them. This kind of psychological orientation is even a young child of education. You must learn to be courageous and proud from the sound of steam.
Because in this city with only a thin barrier shelter, there is nothing to give people a sense of security.
“The city is divided into three parts,” Wendell said as the steam locomotive crossed a huge mechanical bridge. “The area we saw before was the outer edge zone, the area that connected to the dark wilderness, along the ramp. It is the Upper Town, where most artisans and steam councils live in the Upper Town, and below this, you can look down and see the darkness of the city, the lower part of the city, the oldest part of the Twilight capital."
Hao Ren followed Wendel's instructions and looked down on the window. His eyes crossed the steel beams and layers of the roof and saw the deepest part of the city. The Twilight Capital is like a weird nest nested in a volley. The newer buildings are pressed against older buildings, relying on some clever construction rules. This seemingly precarious structure is firmly supported by today. There is deep darkness between the gaps in the city. In the centuries or even thousands of years ago, the urban area is quietly crouching under the dark abyss. It lacks change and lacks brilliance, as if it has been forgotten by time.
But there is still life there. There is still a large population living in the lower city. The oldest cornerstone of the city: a large steam furnace and part of the pressure pipeline are also buried in the abyss, huge and rusty. The gears rumbling in the dark, and the first generation of large boilers called "Steltel Heart" is said to be still running. The people responsible for maintaining these devices have lived between gears and pipes for generations, and even generations have never left the labyrinth of machinery.
They almost evolved into another species, a new species that crouched in the dark, living on heat and oil, and symbiotic with pipes and steam valves. Some scholars even believe that those who have maintained large boilers for generations have been in contact for a long time. The process of "Steam of Steam" has changed and is about to become a creature called "Dewar".
A piece of steam emerged from the dark abyss of the city, obscuring the line of sight from the top down, Hao Ren regained his gaze, and he saw the locomotive slowly approaching the platform in the upper city. (To be continued.) 8