The car came to a stop in the alley.

Before Donald got out of the car, he saw the magnificent building bathed in sunlight outside the car window, which can be said to be a witness to the industrial revolution of the Lane Empire.

The official name for it is the venue of the Enser Exposition, and the folk have a better name.

Crystal Palace!

Unlike any building Donald has ever seen in the world, the design style of the Crystal Palace is undoubtedly unconventional.

At first glance, this geometric steel prefabricated building not only discarded the Gothic intricate patterns and common spire design, but even the materials used in its construction abandoned the traditional stone in favor of glass, iron and wood.

"In the entire Ryan Empire, I'm afraid it's only Encer who has this kind of building here, and the beauty is thrilling......"

Donald stood by the door, looking at the building in front of him with his head held high, his eyes full of surprise and appreciation.

This is not a disguised emotion.

Honestly, Donald loved the classical architecture of this world, but in Dmingham, in Renas, and in other cities he had passed through in the past, he had seen so many beautiful classical buildings that he inevitably developed some aesthetic fatigue.

However, the crystal palace in front of you is like an exotic beauty, which may seem a little strange at first glance, but as long as you appreciate its beauty, you will be completely attracted.

"This is the most famous building in the city of Ense in recent years, a collection of the wisdom of the famous contemporary artists, architects and mechanics of the Lane Empire, 408 feet wide and 1,851 feet long, capable of accommodating thousands or even tens of thousands of people at the same time......"

Pamela stood beside Donald and noticed the latter's amazement, not at all surprised, because when she first came here, her expression was probably more exaggerated than the other party, and after a little thought, she began to whisper about the situation at the Crystal Palace.

"Pamela, I take back the preface, such a beautiful place, you should have told me earlier, let's go, I can't wait to go in and visit!"

Stretching the corners of his clothes, Donald said as he walked briskly forward, feeling that this place was the best place to change his image.

Walking down the street outside the Crystal Palace, through the glass porch outside, it's not as deserted as it might seem, even though it's two weeks away from its official opening.

At the booth that was still under construction, a middle-aged man in a light blue suspender overalls held a design drawing and pointed out the details of the booth in front of several workers, as if instructing the details of the construction.

On the left, in a place where the exhibits have been placed, a young man wearing a special mechanical eyepiece is holding a few strange tools to knock around the specially enlarged mechanical parts that are nearly half a meter long, and from time to time he has to take out a few new parts that have been lubricated and replaced, as if he is doing pre-development maintenance.

There was a noise upstairs, and when I looked up, I saw a dozen people standing in the corridor on the second floor, most of them carrying wide backpacks and holding some utensils that Donald couldn't understand.

"The judging room is on the second floor, and those people are supposed to be the ones who came to present this morning, and the meeting starts at 9 o'clock...... There are 20 minutes left. ”

Pamela glanced at her watch, walked up to Donald from behind, and began to guide him upstairs.

As a representative of the Talos family, you can't participate in this judging meeting casually, Donald has to meet with the judges here before the meeting starts, at least he has to be familiar with each other, otherwise it will cause a lot of trouble if there are any surprises at the meeting later.

Fortunately, the review committee has probably communicated with Mevis a long time ago, knowing that Sewit Talos is coming, and has made preparations in advance, Pamela has just walked up the stairs on the second floor with Donald, and a few people here have taken the initiative to meet her.

"Mr. Sewitter, it's an honor to have you on this judging panel, and I'm the president of the jury this time, I'm Sizeawa Templeson, and this is ......."

The old man with gray temples took the initiative to stretch out his hand, his posture was very low, and he gently introduced the few people beside him to Donald one by one.

The other people also took the initiative to stand up and bow down and shake hands when they were introduced, and their expressions were as warm as they could, without Donald putting on a strange face as a layman.

In the final analysis, it is a matter of identity, the status of mechanics in Ense City is not low, but as far as the entire Ryan Empire is concerned, the aristocratic class is still at the top of society, let alone the heir of a ducal family like Sewit Taros.

Of course, this is not to say that mechanics are inferior, but most of the mechanics who can appear here as members of the jury have official status, such as the manager of the Machinery Association, the visiting professor named by the city government of Enser, etc., and they enjoy government welfare benefits are different from those mechanics in the opposition, and their attitude towards Donald is naturally different.

"Young Master Sewit, these people are all famous scholars in Ense City, you have to ......"

Pamela, who was standing behind Donald, was afraid that the eldest young master would "set the score" at such a time, and subconsciously wanted to remind him, but halfway through his words, he saw that Donald had already stretched out his second hand to hold Templeson's hand with a surprised face.

"It turns out that you are Mr. Nishizawa Templeson, I have admired the name for a long time, I have heard some of your deeds before I came to Enser, and it is also my honor to participate in this review with you, although I don't know much about mechanics, but I have been longing for a long time!"

God knows who Nishizawa Templeson is, but this does not prevent Donald from complimenting him, the praise of ordinary people is undoubtedly very different from the praise effect of nobles, Rao is an old scholar like Templeson, who speaks modest words, but the folds on his face have not been extinguished because of the uninterrupted smile.

For a while, the two talked and laughed, and walked shoulder to shoulder to the room that was temporarily used as a lounge, and the atmosphere was not too harmonious.

There were still some people waiting in the room, and it was inevitable that there would be another round of introductions, and Donald was also very adequate, smiling at everyone who came to greet him, which made a few people who had more or less heard of the fame of Sewit Talos wonder in their hearts.

Is this humble and polite young man in front of him really a nobleman with a stubborn character as others say?

The same thought also lingered in Pamela's mind, watching Donald's performance throughout the whole process, his expression became more and more strange, and his expression of wanting to say something was quickly noticed by Donald, who had just finished greeting.

"I did some strange things when I was in the imperial capital, but it was in the imperial capital, and I stayed in Renas as the mayor for three years, and I was still a lowly ...... with the government every day. Civilians, you don't think I don't even know this kind of thing, do you?"

The reason was already thought of, Donald turned sideways, found an angle that few people couldn't see, rolled his eyes at Pamela, and his tone was a little annoyed,

"Mavis always thought I was still the same old man, and so was you, the guy she brainwashed...... Don't teach me that kind of thing in the future, my IQ is not only fine, but I don't know how much higher than you!"

Pamela, who was standing behind Donald, opened her mouth, wanting to refute two sentences, but for a while she didn't know how to open her mouth.

She had to admit that her previous actions had taught Donald as a small child, which was undoubtedly humiliating for a viscount.

Because of this, Pamela decided to talk less unless necessary, and the province would come into conflict with Donald again.

That's exactly what Donald wants!