"Your Highness Roland, railways are both my career and my interest, and to be honest, no matter how difficult the conditions are, renovating locomotives is nothing hard for me, rather a pleasure, but I did pay a lot for it, and I still regret it when I think about it now." The old man wiped the moist corners of his eyes, choked up and said the bitterness that had accumulated in his heart for many years, "After the death of my wife, I was so focused on my work that I neglected to teach my son, and the separation between father and son became deeper and deeper, so that in the end, it was the opposite...... I don't want to talk about these shameful chores, but over the years I have often been reminded of what Leonid said. ”

"What did Mr. Leonid say to you?" Roland asked curiously.

"That day Leonid walked into this warehouse and suddenly said to me: Father, what is the point of you having spent so much in hiding in a country town for so many years, silently improving locomotives? Even if the locomotive you improved with your own hands is a great success and is better than all the locomotives in the world, who knows your great achievements, the Far Eastern provinces do not have and will not have plans to build new railways, and the locomotive you have spent countless efforts to modify will still have a chance to run on the land of the Far East? ”

Matvey's eyes were closed, his shoulders shaking, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

"I have been living in my own world for many years, and I do not dare to think about the value of my work, but Leonid's questioning makes it impossible for me to escape any longer, and I have to ask myself, since the imperial government does not intend to build railways in the Far East, what is the use of me improving this locomotive?" Matvey smiled bitterly, "At that time, I was annoyed and angry when Leonid asked me, scolded him, and said angrily that I didn't care if my improved magic guide locomotive could come in handy, and it was a big deal to use it for the funeral." ”

"If you're a mage, it's not surprising that you're doing research just for your own amusement, but as a trap warlock...... It's not appropriate to say this kind of anger. Nikita whispered.

Matvey nodded, "You're right, when I say 'I don't care if my research is useful', I've violated the professional code of a warlock, in fact, it's just an angry remark, and I can't let go of it afterwards, and I wonder what the value of all this effort is when I work?" Research that is destined to be useless, so why continue? ”

"I can understand your pain, Mr. Matvey, we have all tried to pursue a seemingly illusory goal, and the greater the pressure is the lack of seeing the direction of the future than the real predicament in front of us, the suspicion that we are on the wrong path, the more we try the farther away from the goal, once such doubts arise, it is difficult to pull ourselves together." Roland said with deep feeling.

"Indeed, fortunately we are all very lucky, Your Royal Highness, you have finally overcome confusion and established an ideal country, and while you have realized your ideals, you have opened a window for my dim warehouse, and let in a ray of sunshine, so that I can finally see the direction after fifteen years of difficult groping, and if Leonid is still here at this moment, I can proudly tell him: the imperial government does not allow us to build railways, we will overthrow the imperial rule in the Far East, and rely on our own government of the Far Easterners to build the railways, And my improved locomotive will one day run on the railway built by our Far Easterners themselves, so as to witness that my hard work in the past 15 years has not been in vain! ”

The more Matvey spoke, the more agitated he became, and finally he choked up and burst into tears. Revealing his true feelings in front of outsiders is really a bit out of shape for an old man like him who is old and introverted.

The source of the emotional instability was the bouquet of tulips seen in the morning at the grave of his deceased wife. Matvey believed that it was left by Leonid, and who would remember this special day except for this son, who had been wandering for six years and had not heard from him, who would remember this special day, remember to return to his hometown and present a bouquet of carnations at his mother's grave?

"Your Highness Roland, I am happy to contribute this improved magic locomotive to the country free of charge, and if necessary, I am also willing to advise the government of Koras on issues such as railway construction, locomotive manufacturing, and industrial production of clocks and watches, but please forgive me for not being able to accept your invitation to go to Krasbourg as Minister of Transport, my heart cannot be separated from the town of Cell, and my hometown still has people I care about."

Matvey did not complain that his son had returned to Sayre but avoided him, as long as his son was safe. Even if he misses the last chance to realize his lifelong ambition, he would rather stay in his hometown, in the resting place of his deceased wife, and guard the old house where Leonid was born and raised, hoping to see his son return home one day.

Pity the hearts of the parents in the world, after listening to Matvey's confession, Nikita couldn't help but moisten the corners of her eyes, Roland also had a sour nose, stroked the old man's slightly hunched back, and sent blessings and comfort: "One day Mr. Leonid will wake up to your feelings for him and return to his father." ”

……

On a spring afternoon, the warm sunshine fills the sparsely populated streets and alleys, and the town of Sail is like a loose clock, and the slow pace of life creates a laid-back atmosphere.

At the gate of the watch workshop, there was a chaise longue on the street, and the old man Kadia was dozing off on the chair with a flower cat in his arms.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps on the streets of time and space, and two figures came around the corner, their faces covered by cloaks, and hurried forward, their hurried steps contrasted strongly with the atmosphere of the town, showing a strange sense of disobedience.

"Meow~!" The flower cat was alarmed by the footsteps of passers-by and ran out.

The old man opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at the cats who had entered the watch workshop, and then looked back at the street opposite, where the two strangers had disappeared.

"Those two weird guys...... Why is it gone in a blink of an eye? Old man Kadia scratched his head, almost suspecting that he had just seen a ghost.

In an alley not far from the watch workshop, two figures in cloaks appeared. They dress up like outsiders, but walking in the intricate lanes of a century-old town, they are skillful like local snakes born and raised in a small town.

Both men looked ordinary, but their bodies were unusually heavy, and they had stepped on gravel roads, leaving footprints up to two inches deep.

At the end of the alley was a low wall, and the slender strange man jumped on it first, light as a goose feather rising in the wind, but the moment his feet stepped on the wall, there was a sonorous clash of metal under his feet, and the bricks shattered, bursting out with dazzling sparks!