Chapter 1122 The Reverberation of the Mythical Age

Hao Ren was very curious about the social structure in this twilight city.

After working as a prosecutor for three years - although this qualification is nothing compared to veteran prosecutors like Galadr and Anthony, Hao Ren still developed a certain degree of professionalism. The biggest change is that he is now fully curious about various forms of civilization and world views, and can observe them from a more objective and professional perspective instead of just watching them for fun. He was curious about how order was maintained in the Twilight City, curious about the Steam Council's ability to control the city, curious about the relationship between the Steam Council and the Lightseeker organization, and even more curious about a city operating in a completely closed state. What attitude will a city that has been developing for two thousand years face a group of foreigners coming from outside the barrier?

When a society with all its internal organs is confined to a city (even though this city is extremely huge) for two thousand years, and has been fighting against the deadly external environment for many years, many things can no longer be inferred by common sense.

Wendell and Boken had a heated conversation, exchanging information about the light-seeking trip and recent changes in the city. Finally, Boken arranged a train for everyone that could go directly to the upper city.

"There is a locomotive that will leave in a moment," Boken said as he quickly wrote a note. "An honest and reliable old driver will take you uptown. I can't get away now, but Wendell, you should have a way."

He sealed the written note into a delicate little cylinder and stuffed it into a copper pipe next to his desk - there were more than a dozen such copper pipes arranged neatly next to his desk. With a slight sound of airflow, the cylinder was sent far away along the pipe. Boken picked up a long-handled microphone with wiring and inserted the plug into a corresponding socket next to the copper pipe: "Cos Toph, receive an emergency pass and add it to your schedule before departure."

A quarter of an hour later, Hao Ren and his party boarded the steam locomotive heading to Shangcheng District.

As special guests arranged (or plugged) by the administrator Boken personally, they certainly did not have to be crowded with the ores in the carriage. The group was arranged in a clean compartment at the front of the vehicle, which was located behind the cab. It is a rest area for drivers and apprentices, but the locomotive will only run at full capacity when it is traveling in the dark wilderness. When returning to the uptown area, the control personnel only need less than half, so this rest area is just empty.

In view of the huge size of this motorcycle, the lounge seemed quite spacious, and Hao Ren and his party did not feel cramped at all even when they were all in it. Lily was happily lying on the car window looking at the cityscape flying by outside. No matter what she saw, she would shout happily. Elizabeth also joined her, but the little devil's attention was obviously more focused on the car. On the locomotive itself. The closest person to these two living treasures is Nangong Wuyue. The siren girl is much calmer. She is as gentle as water and says that she has no fluctuations in her heart and even wants to spit bubbles...

I still have the dishwashing liquid in my stomach in May, but it hasn’t been digested yet.

Hao Ren left his seat, walked to the gate at the end of the lounge and looked inside. Through a dirty glass window, he could see the situation in the cab opposite. He saw that the cab was full of complex pipes, valves, pressure gauges and control wrenches. Two strong apprentices were adding fuel to the fuel hopper, while a gray-haired old man was busy between the wrenches and valves. Standing and controlling the locomotive carefully, the old man was the "Kostov" in Boken's mouth. It is said that he has been driving this locomotive for forty years, traveling countless times in the dark wilderness and the Twilight City, and is still in good health: this is an amazing achievement for the people who work on the locomotive.

You know, although the drivers and apprentices do not have to work in the dark wilderness for a long time like the miners, the time they are exposed to the magic environment is only the period when the locomotive is running outside the barrier, and there are also very thick protective shells near the steam boiler. Pipes inlaid with runes are protected, but after all, they also work under the cover of night. The all-pervasive magic radiation can always bypass the most stringent protection. Even the equipment of the light seekers may not be able to protect people fully, but This Kostov has lived until now in good health. When his colleagues all entered the incinerator early and turned into steam power, he was still at this post, pulling the heavy wrenches and valves, and his body Surprisingly tough.

"Did you see anything?" Vivian also came over. She glanced through the glass window and said something seemingly casually.

Hao Ren nodded slightly: "It doesn't look like he is a pure-blood human. I think he has very strong spiritual power."

"Weak werewolf bloodline. There were many werewolves in the Nordic region back then. Some werewolves and their human slaves gave birth to mixed-blood offspring. The arrogant aliens at that time did not recognize such mixed-blood offspring, so the mixed-race children would be thrown into the human race. Among them - those "illegitimate children" in mythology who are extremely powerful and brave but are always disliked by the gods are probably like this. The bloodline of this mixed-race child is already quite thin, and his ancestor may be a legend in Nordic mythology The hero may be Beowulf, or someone else...but now he is just stronger than ordinary humans, lives longer, and is more resistant to magic."

“There’s always a sense that the mythical age is still going on.”

"Yes, the age of mythology does continue on this land," Vivian whispered. "People on Earth have thrown myths into libraries, but people on this land are still telling stories from the past. , but to be honest, I don’t want that era to continue in this form at all: it makes me feel very depressed.”

At this time, Dragon Queen Galadra also came over, but instead of talking about the city, she suddenly said something that was a little confusing: "You have a good attitude towards work."

"Work attitude?" Hao Ren was stunned, "Why is this suddenly related to work attitude?"

"Some novice prosecutors always make mistakes that are impulsive and rash. Power can make people forget their responsibilities." Galadra turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the car window. "Rampaging and reaching the target, so they often miss the target." There are many things outside, and these things are often quite valuable. You don’t seem to be: you will be curious about everything on the journey, and you are willing to participate in the life of every civilization without affecting the ultimate goal. , observing them and understanding them is precious. The examiner is an observer, observing and giving feedback - the kind of person who goes straight to the goal cannot see the scenery along the way, but your mentality is just right."

Hao Ren was embarrassed to ask the Dragon Queen to speak, and he was also a little confused: "Why is it so highly praised?"

"Of course, because this is exactly why the gods need us," the Dragon Queen smiled, "They ask us to help deal with things in the human world, just because we belong to the human world and can integrate into it."

Hao Ren snorted, looking thoughtful.

Galadra looked at him with a smile and did not continue to say anything. There were some truths that he wanted to understand more deeply than what he was told.

The steam locomotive roared, and the steel monster dragged a spectacular white column of air as it flew over the Twilight City. Dense and weird buildings quickly passed under and on both sides of the locomotive. Some windows of high-rise buildings have been pushed open, and curious children lie on the windowsills watching the passing locomotives. This is their happiest moment every day, and the adults of these children are not very willing to stop this, which is a bit dangerous. action.

The steam locomotive, this rumbling noise monster, has extraordinary significance in the city. It symbolizes the operation of the city, the surging power of the big boiler, and the fresh blood still surging within the barrier. Every person born in the twilight The citizens in the capital are well aware of the sacred significance of the whistle. When the column of air spurts out from the boiler, a sense of pride and peace of mind will fill them. This psychological orientation is even a part of education - young people Children must learn to feel courage and pride from the sound of steam.

Because in this city with only a thin layer of barrier protection, there is nothing that can give people a sense of security.

"The city is divided into three parts," Wendell said as the steam locomotive crossed a huge mechanical bridge. "What we saw before belongs to the outer edge area, which is the area connected to the dark wilderness. Follow this slope all the way up. It is the upper city, where most craftsmen and the Steam Council live, and below, you can look down and see the dark and gloomy depths of the city, which is the lower city, the oldest part of the Twilight City."

Following Wendel's instructions, Hao Ren lay on the car window and looked down. His sight passed through the steel beams and stacked roofs and saw the deepest part of the city. The Twilight City is like a strange ant nest piled up in the sky, with newer buildings pressing on older buildings. Relying on some ingenious construction rules, this seemingly precarious structure has been firmly supported to this day. There is a deep darkness between the gaps in the city. The city hundreds or even thousands of years ago lurked quietly under the dark abyss, lacking change and brilliance, as if it had been forgotten by time.

But there is actually still life there, and a large number of people still live in the lower city today. Part of the city's oldest cornerstone: the large steam furnace and pressure pipes are also buried in the abyss, a huge and rusty The gears rumbled in the darkness, and the first-generation large boiler known as the "Heart of Shirter" was said to be still running. The people responsible for maintaining these equipment have lived among those gears and pipes for generations, and even have never left those maze-like mechanical cabins for generations.

They almost evolved into another species, a new species that lurks in the dark, relies on heat and oil to survive, and is symbiotic with pipes and steam valves. Some scholars even believe that these people who have maintained large boilers for generations have been in long-term contact with each other. The "Steam Spirit" has undergone transformation during the process and is about to become a creature called "Dvar".

A sheet of steam emerged from the dark abyss of the city, blocking the top-down view. Hao Ren looked away and saw the locomotive slowly approaching the platform in the uptown area.