"There is no magic in their world, sir. They are all people like us who have no magic to use and are able to create such miracles. Frank's words seemed prosaic, but they were unequivocal. For them now, they yearn for such a world. Of course, how his words refreshed Prancy's three views, he didn't care.

Prance was speechless for a moment. In a brief silence, the train roared up the huge cross-line bridge, and below the bridge was the bustling city under the morning sun. Cities are speeding by, and the railroad continues to divide endless fields and rivers.

Prancys began to peat the window frame and look down greedily. Even the mouth of the tunnel has to be seen carefully to be happy, this kind of cave that runs through the mountains, if it is not excavated with magical power, it will take hundreds of years to penetrate the whole way? If it weren't for the use of inhuman strength, how could it be guaranteed to be so straight? For example, how much manpower is used to pile up stone bricks on such a long bridge across mountains and rivers, and how to explain how to put the whole boulder on the bridge pillars? A barrage of questions struck Prancy, and he suddenly realized that he was really drunk, drunk.

The miracle of a country without magic is so hard that Elta can't even see and understand, no, even if the Lancas guys come, they have to obediently throw their chin to the ground!

I don't know how many rivers and mountains I have traversed, but the four-hour journey finally ended with a rainbow across the Yangtze River as the climax, and it came to an end at Shanghai Hongqiao Station. The train gradually slid into the bottom of this massive steel structure. If the majestic castles of Elta are a kind of beauty that stands out from the crowd, then how to describe the beauty of the Hongqiao Station building? I think you can get the answer from the look in the eyes of the members of the Elta delegation when they stepped out of the train.

As they walked, the group became more and more aware of their insignificance in the station. Each steel beam is thicker than a person, and the honeycomb structure is made up of these steel beams that look like they are already thin on the ground. If there is a commentary that suddenly pops up and says that this is the work of God, then then Niva and his party will probably not hesitate to believe it.

Doniva himself was struck by such a spectacle. He even began to look up at the ceiling and feel dizzy, the strict industrial beauty was a division that Doniva had never touched, in other words, Doniva's aesthetics had been drowned by a small Hongqiao South Station, and the steel structure was reshaping his aesthetic concept.

Are you kidding......

Walking out of Hongqiao Station and waiting for the bus to pick up and drop off, the visiting group is about to be in trouble again. The world view that has just been refreshed is not enough. Outside Hongqiao Station is the Hongqiao Airport Terminal, and the Hongqiao Airport that has completed the renovation can not see any clues outside, but it has allowed Doniva, Prancys and others to see the giant bird of steel for the first time, and even the top students have been able to witness it for the first time.

The colorful paintwork, all kinds of streamers, and beyond that, the body like a plain water pipe, the wings like bright silver blades, and the ugliness of carrying two buckets under the wings, compared to those flying dragons, it is really straightforward ugly. But the majesty that seeped out of the roar made it necessary for even the dragons of the Church of the Two Moons to bow their heads to him!

Prancys didn't have time to listen to Huang Yuan's explanation, he only looked up blankly and watched such monsters being tamed by humans one after another in front of him. What made him feel even more contrasting was why such a powerful existence, but these locals did not have even the slightest sense of awe? When the earth-shattering roar came, the pedestrians who came and went at most just looked up at these similar monsters, shouldn't such a powerful existence be the object of everyone's worship? They are so disrespectful to such monsters, aren't they afraid that one day they will rebel and devour these poor creatures who don't know the slightest bit of magic?

Memories gradually awakened in his mind. The chariots of steel, the giant birds of steel, and even the blackened steel rotor demons, the iron chariots that traverse the continent, and even all the iron rods along the road, the huge stations made of iron frames, the people of this world have completely mastered metal, and these terrible demons are nothing more than creations in their hands, for them, they are as sparse and ordinary as the hammer of a blacksmith or the pot of a housewife. Will the blacksmith use his hammer at his own hand, and will the housewife worship the top of her pot? That's impossible.

"There is no magic in this world, sir." Prancy put away his doubts, and he decided to memorize this half of Frank's sentence.

Everyone got on the bus and listened to Huang Yuan's commentary, the most gorgeous modern city in the east of the earth was just about to open its arms to everyone who came to visit. If Garcia is big, then what is Shanghai, with a population of 25 million? You know, the population of the entire empire did not exceed 100 million. Listening to Huang Yuan's explanation in imperial Chinese, I looked out the window at the tall buildings and the traffic. Between the neat buildings, the early summer sunlight shines like diamonds on the glass, reflecting a kind of indescribable majesty like the steel beams of the station and the landing of passenger planes. What kind of power is it to enable these 25 million people to operate in an orderly manner in a glamorous city? Doniva clenched her fists and began to wonder if the decree of the 25 million people was conveyed smoothly. Twenty-five million people don't have to farm for food? How can the 25 million people be kept in order? These were questions that he couldn't avoid, but he couldn't answer. It was the work of Francis and the future Franks to make the city as beautiful and majestic, but how well to manage the city was a question of him as a lord and his officials.

It turns out that even without the support of magic, this country is not only a thousand times harder than Elta, but the internal strength is so high that I don't know where it is. Doniva began to sweat secretly, glad that he hadn't made any big news about the new district. But turning his head, Doniva's monarchical thinking told him that if Elta was inferior to others, then would the empire not be able to avoid the fate of being annexed? Will my father's inheritance be ruined?

Frank and his classmates had no such concerns. They pressed their faces against the window, staring at every trace of scenery that passed by. From the OL on the street corner, to the painted private car that drove past the car, to the workers and machinery working on the closed section, to the discussion and speculation about the height of the bridge after getting on the viaduct...... It's here that Elta's vitality lies, where he's chattering and discussing.