Roland unfolded a yellowed roll of railway planning maps in his hand, like a link, connecting the dream of an old man fifteen years ago with the dream of a young man at the moment.

"Finally, Mr. Matvey, of course we will not forget the construction of the main line of the Western Railway, in fact the main part of this railway was completed in your hands fifteen years ago, the railway bridge on the Zhuolang River is an engineering miracle that all of us Far Easterners are proud of, we are ashamed, at present the western end of the railway bridge is still under the control of the emperor, and your brainchild cannot be fully used by us, but I am here to assure you: one day our army will cross the Zhuolang River and seize the Olevi fortress, Reclaim all of the territory east of the Ulino Mountains! At that time, the kingdom of Kolas will truly be able to control the entire Far East, and the Western Railway Line you designed and built fifteen years ago will also return to the embrace of the motherland! ”

Matvey quietly listened to Roland's description of the grand blueprint, and couldn't help but be deeply moved, and the blood in his chest that had been silent for many years was also boiling, especially Roland's last sentence, which made his heart beat faster, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Roland did not urge the old man to make a decision, but silently followed him, walking through the tombstones in the silent cemetery.

The solemn atmosphere lasted until Matvey stopped in front of his wife's tombstone, let out a surprised "huh", stared directly at the bottom of the tombstone with his eyes, his face changed rapidly, and he was happy and sad.

Nikita immediately noticed the old man's strange expression, and looked curiously towards the cemetery, and saw a bunch of dewdrops of carnations in front of the tombstone.

It is not surprising that some people come to offer flowers to the deceased. However, Matvey's wife has been dead for many years, and he has not heard of any other relatives in the town, who will remember this special day and get up early in the morning to come to the cemetery before Matvey himself to offer a bouquet of carnations to his deceased wife?

Nikita looked back at Roland, seeing the same guess in his eyes, but what puzzled her was ...... Roland's eyes also showed frustration that was difficult to hide.

In Miss Mage's impression, no matter what kind of predicament she faces, what kind of strong enemy she faces, Roland has always been unfazed and calm, why does she look so lost because of a bouquet of flowers, as if she has just lost a battle?

Matvey stood in front of the tombstone for a long time. Just when Nikita doubted that he was going to stand until dark, the old man finally took a step forward and placed the bouquet of flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone, neatly placed side by side with the carnations that had been placed there. In the seemingly ordinary demeanor, there is a solemn taste.

After offering the flowers, the old man straightened his waist, turned to Roland and said, "The matter of the railway is here today, and I will reconsider His Royal Highness the Prince's invitation, please give me some time to make a decision carefully." ”

At this time, Roland's mood also returned to normal, and he nodded solemnly: "Mr. Matvey, the gate of 10 Independence Avenue in Krasbourg is open for you at any time. ”

"Your Highness is really sorry for my bad old man, if you and Miss Nikita are not planning to leave Celltown for the time being, you are welcome to visit my technical school after two o'clock in the afternoon, there is a group of young and bright mechanics who have been trained in my class for three years, and when they graduate, they can basically pass the exams and become full-fledged trick warlocks."

"Okay, we'll stop bothering you, see you in the afternoon."

Seeing Matvey's figure go away, Roland turned his head to Nikita and smiled bitterly, sighing that "people are not as good as heaven".

"People are not as good as heaven...... Miss Mage rolled her eyes, vaguely guessing something, "you mean the bouquet of carnations?" ”

Roland nodded slightly: "I heard that each flower has a specific 'flower language', for example, the flower language of carnation is maternal love and care, which is usually used for children to express their love and blessings to their mothers. ”

"If the person offering the flowers understood the meaning of the carnation and deliberately chose this flower to worship Mrs. Wittgenstein...... Then it is very likely that he is Matvey's only son who has been away from home for many years, Leonid! Nikita suddenly came to her senses.

"If this bouquet of carnations hadn't appeared on the cemetery today, I would have been able to convince Matvey to follow me, but now, he still has a concern in his heart that he can't let go." Roland patted his head depressedly, "So people are not as good as heaven, not only am I wasting my tongue in vain, but I also caused you to run in vain...... What do you mean, my lord, Sindra? Whenever I need good luck, fate always plays tricks on me, and the goddess sister's mind is really incomprehensible! ”

Nikita wanted to laugh but couldn't, her pretty face was full of confusion: "If Matvey's son has returned to his hometown, why don't he meet his father?" ”

"The relationship between this father and son is very complicated, we outsiders should not guess." Roland frowned. Leonid was a person he had never met, but for some reason, he had a vague premonition that the other party might be a dangerous person.

Roland's grizzled face inspired the deep motherhood hidden in Miss Mage's heart, and she held his hand and comforted him softly: "My dear, it's just a small setback, there's no need to be discouraged about it, what are your plans next?" ”

Roland clenched her hand gratefully, and a hearty smile reappeared on the corner of his lips: "Frankly speaking, I can only take one step at a time, and go to Matvey's technical school in the afternoon, I have a hunch that I will meet surprises there." ”

"I hope so." Nikita lowered her eyes and stroked her chest, as if praying that this was a rarity for a proud mage.

……

After all, the cemetery with many tombstones lacks a bit of poetry and picturesqueness, and it is not suitable for young men and women to linger. Roland took Nikita's hand and walked out of the cemetery, first finding a place to have lunch.

After spending two hours in the tavern and seeing that the time was almost up, the two rented a carriage and headed to Matvey's mechanic training school.

The school sits on the banks of a creek north of town, where Roland first heard the whistle when he first arrived in Sayre, thinking it was a factory.

At 1:45 p.m., the carriage arrived at the school. Roland and Nikita got out of the car and walked into the courtyard, where they saw many young men in blue uniforms hurrying around, all dressed as Matveil's students.

Roland and Nikita were the only ones in the crowd who didn't wear mechanic uniforms, attracting a lot of curious glances. Someone recognized Roland and approached to greet him. Roland nodded in acknowledgment, responding appropriately.