As a crucial transportation gateway, the huge steel platform was busy and crowded. All kinds of mechanical equipment, locomotives, and carriages waiting to be assembled were piled up here. Even the manager's iron house on the edge of the platform seemed to be in danger of being squeezed down. The workers were busy running between the various machines, preparing for the next departure, or repairing the machines that had been destroyed by the magical radiation. Almost no one had the time to pay attention to the uninvited guests who suddenly appeared on the platform. Because a few fierce-looking supervisors were standing on the tower, any lazy behavior would not escape their eyes. Compared to the money they earned after work, a group of people in strange clothes that suddenly appeared was nothing.
Hao Ren and his team followed Wendell through the busy and messy platform and walked toward the manager's iron house not far away. A boiler under repair was rumbling not far away. The pungent smell of engine oil and steam permeated the air, making Lily sneeze all the way. Twilight Capital had left a very bad first impression on the husky maiden. The pungent smell here was a kind of torture to her.
In the end, she had no choice but to put on the life-support collar again. She had taken it off after entering the Twilight Shroud.
"Every ten hours, two locomotives set off at the same time from here to the mining site in the wilderness," Wendell said, pointing to the rugged steam locomotives. "They send a group of numb miners and bring back a group of exhausted miners and freshly dug ores. These ores are then sent to the big forge to be used as building materials and repair materials for the city. There are a few more stations like this in the outer region, which are connected to the other mines in the Dark Wilderness. If you have the chance, you can go and take a look at those mines. You have magical ancient technology, I really hope that you are willing to … Forget it, we will talk about this later. "
The manager's tin hut was as old and dirty as the rest of the platform. The only thing that set it apart from the rest was that the dark iron hut had a striking red painted roof, which made it stand out among the dull station buildings. No one came to trouble them along the way. Wendell led them directly to the iron house and then pushed open the rusty door.
A rough and angry voice came from inside. This voice was previously blocked by the door. "... You idiots whose brains are stuffed with motor oil! I want you to check every gear, every bolt, every single one. Listen up, every single one! Instead of taking a nap around the machine and then coming back to write a piece of waste paper saying 'everything is normal'! Do you know what it means when a motorcycle stops in a dark area? That meant that it would almost stay there forever! Unless I kick you scum out of the barrier and let you repair those machines in the dark with blisters all over your bodies! Do you know that there really was an unlucky guy who did this before? His bones are still hanging out to dry! A bunch of trash … "
A loud bang came from inside the room, as if something was slammed on the table. Then, the rough voice roared again, "Get out of here, all of you! Check the machinery, check the boiler, check every rivet and shaft! Otherwise, sooner or later, you will be kicked out of the barrier by me! "
A burst of hurried and panicked footsteps followed. Five or six people in rough overalls ran out of the iron house as if they were running for their lives. One of them even almost bumped into Wendell. These mechanics, who had just been reprimanded, noticed the stranger standing in the doorway, but did not dare to stop and take a second look. Before the voice in the room could roar again, they ran away in a puff of smoke.
Hao Ren and the others looked at each other and then followed Wendell into the house.
There was a huge desk in the tin room, piled high with all sorts of things, and a stout, red-nosed man was' piled 'with them: he was curled up in a large armchair in an undignified position, and his clothes were almost as untidy as his desk. The red-nosed man had his hands in his chest pocket, and he was chewing on a small stick in his mouth as if he was trying to vent his anger. "The new technicians are a bunch of good-for-nothings. They have no sense of responsibility at all. They are completely incomparable … Who let you in? Didn't I say … Wendell?! "
The red-nosed man finally noticed the group of people standing in front of him and saw a familiar face among them. He almost jumped up in shock and did something that did not match his appearance at all: he pinched his thigh and then grimaced in pain.
"Wendell! Old man! You came back alive?! It was the ancestor's manifestation! Was this real? I haven't started drinking yet! "
Wendell greeted his old friend. Although the two looked more than a generation apart in age, they hugged each other tightly as if they had been best friends for many years. "Borcen, you have a loud voice. I can hear you outside the door!"
"Nonsense, this door has always been soundproof!" The red-nosed Borcen shouted. He pushed Wendell away and looked him up and down as if he was looking at a rare creature. "You really came back! You really came back! And you don't have poisonous sores all over your body, and there is no atrophy or necrosis … Are you really blessed by the ancestors? You can come back alive twice!"
"Blessed by the ancestors," Wendell smiled gently and forced Borcen's fingers on his arm. "Be careful, I'm old enough, and I can't stand a few slaps from you."
Borcen finally calmed down a little. He exhaled and said, "You really are a reckless old man. You dare to participate in the Lightseeker twice in a row. I'm not as crazy as you when I'm drunk … You came back alone?"
Wendell's eyelids drooped, and there was a gloomy look on his face. "Not many people can come back from the night."
"May they rest in peace in Eternal Kingdom," Borcen made a few prayer gestures on his chest. His wrinkled and sloppy clothes and his casual tone made the prayer sound sincere. He finally turned his eyes to Hao Ren and his party, who had been standing next to him for a long time. "What's the matter with these people … Look at their clothes, are they from the upper city?"
"No," Wendell suddenly smiled mysteriously. He tried to control his expression to look serious and mysterious, but the excitement from his heart made his smile more and more obvious. "They are from the outside."
"Oh, outside, that's far away …" Borcen waved his hand casually and did not react for a moment. But after a while, his movements suddenly froze. His eyes widened, and a few strange sounds came from his throat. He suddenly jumped up and said, "From the outside!"
His voice almost hurt people's ears.
Wendell grabbed Borcen's shoulder and pressed it down hard. "Keep your voice down, you will make the whole station collapse. Yes, they are from the outside, outside the Twilight Shroud, outside Twilight Capital! They are from Asgard. "
"Asgard, Asgard …" Borcen repeated it a few times in confusion. "Oh, I've learned it before. It's the Ancient Kingdom. It's said that the gods used to rule there … My God, old man, you've really made it there? No, no, it can't be like that. You are here to amuse me … You have been burned by the darkness outside, or I have been infected by the toxin you carry … "
Wendell patted Borcen on the shoulder hard. "This is not like you. When did you become so rigid?"
Borcen's face drooped. "Is this true?"
"It's true, and not only is it true, these messengers from Asgard also need your help," Wendell pointed to Hao Ren and his party. "I want to take these people to the headquarters of the Lightseekers. They are in a hurry, and the most convenient means of transportation I can find is your motorcycle."
Borcen touched his nose. "Hitchhiking? That's not a problem, but I can only take you to the upper city. The shaft from the upper city to the lower city is not under my control. You have to deal with the people of the Steam Assembly, but if you get entangled by those bureaucrats, I guess you and your friends will have to go through a lot of procedures. Their identity is too … special. "
Lily rolled her eyes when she heard this. "Don't the people of the Steam Assembly want to see other survivors in this world? Will they make trouble? "
"They are not making trouble. The people of the Steam Assembly are also human beings. Of course, they are happy to know that there are other habitable areas outside Twilight Capital," Borcen spread out his hand. "But bureaucrats are bureaucrats. People like us who live in the outer zone are born to be at odds with them."
"Take us wherever you can," Galazur waved her hand indifferently. "The rest will depend on the situation."
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