The night came particularly early in the month of winter. Rentato, which was close to the north, was also being blown by the cold wind, making every pedestrian on the street pull their coats and hats and speed up their pace.
For them, the biggest difference now was that the street lamps on both sides of the road had covered the streets of Renstadt. The bright magic crystal lamps illuminated their way home. Unlike before, when only a few busy streets were equipped with arc-light lamps, most of the citizens had to rely on the light of the Silver Moon and the stars, or bring their own lanterns, or simply walk in the dark. Therefore, they often fell down on the road.
Nasdell, the werewolf, followed the crowd and got off the last magic steam train. He stepped on the smooth stone ground of the hexagram platform. Since the cities in this world were part of the defense system of magic or divine power, except for a few special cities such as Allyn, it was impossible for most cities to dismantle their city walls and gates, nor would they give up their defense.
Because of this, the magic steam train could not enter the city at night. After the city gate was closed, the train could only stop at the temporary platform outside the city.
"Phew … The magic steam train is just like the legends and books. It's comfortable, fast, and convenient. It's indeed a great alchemical item." Nasdell took a deep breath and looked at the train that formed a white fog in front of him.
He was wearing the typical clothes of the Kingdom of Holm: a white shirt, a brown sweater, a black double-breasted suit, and a top hat of the same color. He was also holding a decorative cane in his hand. His bulky body made his clothes tight. He was obviously a strong man.
Nasdell looked around the platform and thought to himself, "It's a pity that the magic steam train can't run in the Dark Mountain Range. I have to consider the Silver Moon Wasteland."
The Dark Mountain Range was full of dangerous space cracks and magic creatures. There was an eighty percent chance that the magic steam train would never come back.
The Silver Moon Wasteland, on the other hand, was an alternate dimension under the control of the werewolves. The name did not match the reality. It was not a wasteland where the Silver Moon shone but a rather prosperous and prosperous plain. However, the werewolves insisted on naming the alternate dimension that way. Therefore, after thousands of years, its original name had been forgotten.
After observing the platform and finding nothing worthy of his attention, Nasdell pulled his clothes and walked out, not quite used to such a state.
"Prince Dubenal has given me this mission because he thinks highly of me. He must think that I'm one of the few werewolves who is clear-headed and observant. I can't let him down." Nasdell thought proudly and gratefully, and he subconsciously quickened his steps.
Dubenal had always claimed to be the most cunning and resourceful werewolf. He was Nasdell's' idol 'and had been imitating his behavior and way of doing things. Although the other princes and vampires mocked Dubenal for being a creature who thought in a straight line and was reckless and unorganized, it did not change Nasdell's opinion. They must be slandering the wisdom of the prince!
Hardly had he stepped out of the platform when Nasdell's eyes were suddenly filled with brilliance, as if the starry sky in the sky was reflected in Renstadt.
Magic crystal lamps were flickering wherever he could see. The street lamps, the domestic lights in the houses, the headlights of the alchemical cars, and the lanterns of the carriages were all emitting a sense of warmth and tranquility. Those lights connected into one, dreamy and stunning, almost eclipsing the stars in the sky.
In one direction, two tall tower-like buildings overlooked the whole city of Renstadt. Bright crystal lamps were embedded on the towers, rendering them beautiful and noble. Nasdell, who had just arrived at Renstadt, was deeply impressed by the most intuitive beauty!
"This is …" Nasdell stopped and stood where he was, forgetting himself. His head went blank as if he could not restrain his agitation on the night of the full moon.
"You've never been to Renstadt before? The taller one is the Royal Magic Tower of Holm, and the shorter one is the Radio Station of Holm as well as the National Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee … "A passing traveler looked at Nasdell in amusement and answered his question casually.
Committee? Wasn't that an organizational structure that only the Congress of Magic had? Was there another Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee above the Electromagnetic Wave Management Committee in the four countries of the strait and the northern coastline? Was their headquarters in Allyn? A series of questions popped up in Nasdell's heart, but he did not ask anymore, because the funny look of the traveler deeply hurt his heart.
"That must be the way he looks at a bumpkin!" Nasdell believed that he guessed right, but in order to complete the task given by the prince, he had to force himself not to punch the traveler. "I can't reveal my identity as a werewolf! How can I pretend that it's not my first time in Renstadt when I ask about other things later? "
Nasdell had a strong self-esteem, which was rare even among werewolves.
Carrying his luggage, Nasdell called a carriage and drove to the busy street.
"Why are there so many people? Aren't they afraid of the cold? " When they passed by a square, Nasdell saw hundreds of citizens standing in the cold wind. He was surprised. They were not as cold as werewolves …
After the carriage stopped, Nasdell stood at the edge of the square and saw the giant loudspeaker in the center of the square. He heard the sweet voice.
"The next program is the 'Secrets of the Body' that everyone likes very much. We are fortunate enough to invite Viscount John Wellesley. He is a grand knight and has rich experience in tempering the body. He will tell us what incorrect training concepts we should avoid before our bodies are fully grown, and what methods we should use to strengthen our bodies …"
Nasdell's eyes lit up. He took out a file from his luggage and started to read it quickly.
Very soon, he turned to a specific page. Then, he listened carefully and looked at the files in his hands. In the end, he laughed out loud and said in great satisfaction, "So, this is' Arcana Voice '. The intelligence is correct."
Hearing Viscount Wellesley's words, Nasdell's jaw dropped. "Isn't this the regular way of training for Knights? It can be advertised directly on the radio! "
He was very surprised. Even Aalto, the most liberal country, did not have such a thing. One had to be a servant of a Knight to get such a method.
"Didn't the nobles protest? Or did they have a better method? They announced it to fight against the Church? " Nasdell tried to come up with an excuse. But soon, his attention was attracted by the wonderful program of 'Arcana Voice'. He was fascinated by it. It was a way of entertainment that he had never experienced before!
In the Dark Mountain Range, due to the harsh environment such as space gaps and mist, it was very difficult to receive 'Arcana Voice'.
"'Arcana Voice' is great. It's a hundred times better than what the intelligence said. I'm lucky that I came to Renstadt!" Nasdell thought in excitement. Before he knew it, 'Arcana Voice' had already ended.
After the crowd in the square left, he sneaked behind the giant loudspeaker curiously. However, there was nothing valuable except for some wires and some simple devices.
"Huh, what's this?" Following the wires, Nasdell came to the wall on the other side of the square. He found more than a dozen strange holes on the wall. They were in groups of three, one above and two below.
Nasdell observed for a while but could not figure out what the holes were for. He wanted to ask the passersby, but he was afraid that they would think he was a bumpkin. So, he decided to do it himself.
As a werewolf who grew up in the Dark Mountain Range, Nasdell knew that even if something did not look dangerous, he should not touch it casually. So, he carefully took out a steel needle from his luggage and planned to use it as a replacement for his finger. If there was any danger, he would be able to avoid it in time.
"These holes are placed around the square without being touched by the citizens. Obviously, it's not dangerous …" Nasdell thought he was smart enough to make a reasonable conclusion.
Looking around and making sure that it was late at night, Nasdell inserted the steel needle into the hole.
Sizzle. The silver electric current dashed out of the hole and hit Nasdell along the needle. It was so fast that Nasdell could not dodge it at all. Sizzle. Sizzle.
Countless electric currents were running all over Nasdell's body. He could not help but tremble violently. There was a faint smell of burning on his body. He wanted to move his right hand away from the needle, but it seemed that it was attracted to the needle. He could not move his hand away.
After a while, Nasdell's skin and muscles bulged. Surrounded by black smoke, he exerted all his strength and finally got rid of the needle.
"Lightning … Magic circle … Magic circle … Renstadt's … sorcerers and nobles … What are they thinking? Why … why would they place something so dangerous on a … wall?" Nasdell's body was numb because of the electric current. He stuttered and felt very angry. How could such a dangerous magic circle be placed in a place like this without any protection? Were they not afraid that the citizens and nobles would accidentally touch it? If Nasdell was not an adult werewolf, he would have been electrocuted to death.
When Nasdell recovered his appearance, a young man in luxurious clothes walked to the wall. He took out an object with a metal plug from his storage bag and inserted it into the hole. Then, he inserted the other end of the metal plug into another beautiful rectangular alchemy item in his hand.
"This is the latest mobile communication item. It is no longer a magic circle that constantly recovers energy. Instead, it is activated by storing electricity. Therefore, the cost has been greatly reduced. Even a nobleman like me can use it." The young man saw that Nasdell was staring at him blankly, so he proudly introduced his favorite "baby". Then, he smiled and said, "My friend, your face seems to be a bit burnt. I smell something burning. Did you touch the electric current magic circle with your hands?"
"No … No," Nasdell denied out of instinct.
The young man joked, "That's good. Arcana Voice and the city government have been promoting it for a long time. Even a child of a few years old in Renstadt knows how to use electricity safely. Only someone who has never experienced this kind of life would make such a naive mistake."
Safe use of electricity? A child of a few years old? Nasdell felt lucky that he denied it just now. Otherwise, he would be too ashamed to face anyone.
Since he was worried that the young nobleman would see through his lie, Nasdell decided to leave as soon as possible. So, he dragged his body that was still numb and struggled to walk away from the square. He walked toward the quiet street.
As he was walking, he suddenly realized that he had stepped on nothing.
Dong!
On the square, the young man seemed to have heard something. He looked back but saw nothing. So he mocked himself, "What kind of sound can there be in the middle of the night? Do you want to run into a ghost? "
When he was about to leave the square, he suddenly remembered something. He reminded himself, "I can't walk on the dark street. Recently, some outsiders have been stealing sewer covers …"
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