Tarini took Viola's place and sent Wren to the door of the Violet House, reconfirming that the Soul Transformation Ceremony would take place at noon tomorrow before seeing Wren leave.

Wren glanced at the sky and found that he had been in Violet House for more than two hours, and just after noon, he was not very hungry, so he strolled down Brent Street.

The streets are bustling with people, coming and going from shop to house.

Wren observed with interest, and had to say that the people who could appear on this street were at least middle-class or transcendental, or students of the transcendent academy, and the people's mental outlook was obviously much better than that of the other neighborhoods of Lonzand.

This can be seen just from the way everyone travels.

The rich rode in cars, the ladies of the nobility preferred the ornate carriages, the powerful knights rode on tall horses, the transcendents followed strange beasts or simply rode on them, and occasionally on foot, much faster than ordinary people.

Wren also saw a very familiar vehicle – a bicycle.

He remembered that he used to have a second-hand bicycle in the academy, but it was stolen after just half a month, and he felt distressed for a long time.

Bicycles have been popular in the empire for many years, and they are not expensive, and they are people's favorite means of transportation in the city besides buses.

Bicycles are used in many jobs, such as postmen and newspaper delivery workers, and some people have converted into tricycles and started itinerant vendors.

"It's a pity that there are bicycles in this world, and there is one less idea to make money. ”

Wren thought regretfully, but he didn't dwell too much on it.

In a world where steam engines and mechanical technology have been developed for hundreds of years, even without oil and electricity, the bicycle is a simple tool that will sooner or later be invented.

"Ma'am, please keep your posture, don't move, don't move...... Okay, that's it, okay...... Right away!"

"I'm ready to shoot, three, two......"

A shrill man's voice caught Wren's attention, what was this doing?

He locked on to the source of the sound, walked a few steps forward quickly, turned the corner of the wall, and suddenly snapped, and the white light shone in front of him, making him subconsciously raise his hand to block his eyes, and was startled.

"What the hell?"

The white light flickered, and Wren saw that not far away, a man was holding something like a searchlight, and the light was emitting from above, and a large amount of white smoke was emitted.

The man bent over and put his head into a wooden box mounted on a tripod with a hole in the front of the box, fitted with glass lenses, and a large black cloth attached to the back, covering the man's upper body.

On the opposite side of the box, a young woman stood under a tree on the side of Brent Street, holding on to the railing, with a panoramic view of the Wizard's Tower behind her, squeezing a smile on her face, and maintaining a very unnatural standing posture, probably for too long, her body was a little stiff.

Wren understood at a glance that this was taking pictures!

There is also a circle of onlookers next to it, mostly young people, men and women, looking at the two people in the photo excitedly, and discussing with their companions from time to time what kind of photo pose is more photogenic.

Wren was also immediately interested and joined the onlookers.

The person in charge of the photograph was a middle-aged man, thin and sven-looking, wearing a pair of glasses, who pulled out a negative that looked like a sealed box from a wooden box and stuffed it into the carriage next to him.

"Daguerre, here comes the negative. ”

The carriage was tightly wrapped in black cloth and impermeable, like a tent, and someone in it caught the box, and a voice came from it: "Yes, Eastman. ”

The middle-aged man named Eastman said to the person being photographed: "Madam, your photo has been taken, wait a while, and it will be washed out for you immediately." ”

Then he turned to the onlookers and exclaimed, "Is there anyone else who wants to take a picture?" I couldn't find a better spot on Brent Street, and standing here, you can take a picture of the entire wizard's tower in it, and you guys will be satisfied." A photo costs only one silver crown, the photo is washed out and then paid, if you are not satisfied, you can retake it by paying another ten copper lisos!"

"I'm going to take a picture. ”

"I'll come first, let me shoot first. ”

Several young people rushed to surround him, and Eastman hurriedly persuaded everyone not to hurry, and came one by one, his face bloomed with joy.

Wren didn't want to take a picture and withdrew from the crowd.

But his heart was alive, photography technology had been around for many years, there were photo studios everywhere in the empire, and there were seven or eight on this Brent Street, and business was quite good. Even in his hometown town, he opened a humble photo studio last year, and the family went to take family photos, and his mother, Malinda, framed the photos and hung them in the living room of the house.

The price of taking pictures is not cheap, in the photo studio, it costs fifteen copper lisos to take a photo.

It is more expensive to shoot on the street, twenty copper lisos for a photograph, or one silver kroner, which is equivalent to a commoner's salary for a day's work.

However, people are still flocking to it, which shows that there is a high demand for taking pictures, which is a very potential consumer market.

Wren didn't do much research on photography and cameras, and he had read a history of photography in the library before, and remembered some of the relevant contents, as well as some technical details of vintage cameras.

If I'm not mistaken, the two men used the "wet plate photography method", and maybe the photosensitive agent is different from the potion used to develop the photo, but the principle must be the same.

This method of photography is backward and cumbersome, just looking at the bulky carriage will tell you, and you have to take a large cart of equipment and potions out of the house to take a picture.

If you can get a portable camera, it will be a no-brainer to seize the photo market!

A lot of ideas popped up in Wren's mind, he only remembered the general principle of the camera, and if he wanted to actually build one, he had to spend time exploring it and trying it to know if it would work.

Just when he was thinking about how to use the camera to earn a lot of gold shields, suddenly, a car stopped on the road next to him, the driver opened the front door and walked down, and asked politely, "Excuse me, is it Mr. Wren?"

Wren looked at the driver with some vigilance, and then at the car, where the curtain in the window blocked the view.

But this didn't bother him, listening intently, a heartbeat came from the back of the car, this heartbeat was strong and powerful, completely different from the heartbeat rhythm of ordinary people, obviously extraordinary, and it was a man.

"Mr. Wren, I have no ill will. ”

The driver smiled kindly and said respectfully, "My boss is in the car, and he wants to see you and talk to you about something extraordinary." Please get in the car, I promise you won't regret it. ”

With that, he took the initiative to open the back door of the car.

Wren saw a neatly dressed middle-aged man sitting in the car, nodded slightly to himself, and made a gesture of invitation.

He pretended to think about it for a few seconds, secretly opened the eye of his soul, and saw the middle-aged man through.

"Rank 7 Transcendental, Mechanic?"

Wren was a little surprised, how could the transcendents he met today be higher than the other, first the sixth-level Immortal Wizard Viola, and now a seventh-level mechanic.

Level 7 has already stepped into a high-level profession, and it is also a mechanic who can cast spells, which is quite rare, and the entire Longshande may not be able to find a few mechanics of such a high level.

At this moment, the soul color of this middle-aged man is mainly white and green, with a bit of orange, indicating that his mood is relatively calm and relaxed, and he is a little happy, mixed with a little excitement or expectation.

"He really wasn't hostile. ”

After so much experience in observing souls, Wren has been able to roughly judge other people's emotions and attitudes towards himself by the color of their souls.

Wren was a little relieved, so he sat in the back of the car, and the driver intimately helped him close the door.

"Mr. Wren, contemptible Kenegie Rokofell, vice president of the Steam and Machinery Union, this is my calling card. As soon as Wren got into the car, the middle-aged man introduced himself and handed over a gilded business card with both hands, with a sincere smile on his face.

Seeing that the other party was so polite, Wren did not slack off, stretched out his hands to take the business card, and nodded in response: "Hello, President Keneji." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the contents of his business card and saw that the gentleman had several titles.

The first is the vice president of the Lonzard branch of the Steam and Machinery Union, followed by the founder of the Roccofellre Mining Company, the owner of Anders Machinery Company, the deacon of the Imperial Steel Alliance, the senior member of the Alchemy Society, etc., and a barony, belonging to the real aristocracy, any of these titles can be regarded as a big man in the city.

Wren hadn't heard of him before, but judging by his behavior and business title, it was clear that he was a wealthy man in the mining and machinery industry.

Whether it is on Earth or Alenus, those who have mines in their hands and can dig money from the ground are all big tyrants, the real elite class.

"I'm not the president, there are several vice presidents in our Lonzander, and I'm just one of them. Kenegie laughed heartily a few times, and said, "I'm more than a dozen years older than you, can I just call you Wren?"

"Absolutely. ”

Wren didn't care about this and asked, "Mr. Kenegie, what are you looking for me?"

In fact, he had already roughly guessed it.

"There was no rush on this matter, it was lunchtime and I booked a place in Demball so I could eat and talk. Keneji said to the driver in front of him, "Merry, drive." ”

Wren had heard of Damblar, one of the top restaurants in Longshand, and it was said that a meal would cost a few gold guilders, but he didn't want to be favored for no reason, so he hurriedly said: "Mr. Keneji, I have already had lunch, if you have something to do, you can talk about it now." ”

The driver looked back at Kenegi in embarrassment, "Master?"

Kenegie saw that Rennes was very resolute, so he had to nod and say, "Okay, then I'll give you a ride, where are you going?"

Wren originally wanted to go back to the apartment, but he didn't want to reveal his address, so he chose a random place and said, "Send it to my Demon Soul Market." ”

"Go to the Demon Soul Market. Kenieji motioned to the driver, and the car started immediately.

The Demon Soul Market is not far away, and it will be reached soon, so Kenegi is no longer polite, and frankly states his purpose: "Wren, I came to you this time to invite you to join the Steam and Machinery Guild and become a mechanic. ”