Regardless of the various stories, loves, hatreds, and hatreds between the Black King and the Alchemy Train, one thing is certain, and that is that Nanling is really a rural place outside the core civilization circle of the Terra Kingdoms.

While it is true that Nauman City has huge ironclad warships, and there is no shortage of sophisticated alchemy products in Harrison Harbor, it is difficult for Ian to find much of a glorious civilization in the idyllic scenery of Southridge.

"No wonder Esengard is so gentle and polite that when he arrives in Port Harrison, he can't help but say the word 'country'—the feeling is really not the arrogant disparagement of the people of the imperial capital, but a frank statement."

"Yes, where there is not even a train, you have to rely on a caravan of camels for a long journey, and even on foot, no matter how difficult it is...... Haha, it's really rural. ”

Thinking of this, Ian couldn't help but smile dumbly behind his helmet, and at this moment he was already in a hall.

The halls of Barth Station are populated and growing, and the horseshoe-shaped main body has a total of eight and one entrances and exits - there are even landing points for some flying sublimators or griffons, tame flying monsters.

Most of the passengers were merchants, but there were also some well-dressed wealthy people who looked like they were either rich or rich, and of course, some of them were like Ian, wearing armor, apparently knights or adventurers.

People are now looking up at the translucent hanging board in the center of the hall, observing the various car numbers and time numbers floating on it.

"The ticket for the three of them to go to the imperial capital is ten thalers, and I, Huayin and Frost Butterfly should have been twelve thalers combined, and I was discounted after seeing that I was an active knight."

Ian had already bought the ticket through the Sublimator Passage just now, and he couldn't help but shake his head slightly when he thought of the ticket price.

A regular worker can earn fifty or sixty thalers a year, of course, counting some subsidies and bonuses, it may be a little more, but it will never exceed eighty thalers.

And a decent clerk's job can pay about 90 to 100 thalers a year...... Although it doesn't sound like much difference, the bonuses and various subsidies for the staff, as well as the benefits of the unit, are also a lot, and there are many hidden discounts, so they can already live well in the central provinces around the imperial capital.

But a ticket requires a worker's salary of about a month, and a decent person's salary for ten years.

Of course, this is a long-distance fare...... It is so expensive to get from Bhatt Station to the imperial capital, if it is a closer place, for example, to go to the original Ingot Mountain Fortress, it will only take one and a half talers.

But there is no doubt that the alchemy train is not mainly open to ordinary people, it is used as a means of material transportation most of the time, even if it is a passenger train, the customers are all kinds of merchants and scholars, aristocratic sublimators and various wealthy relatives.

After all, the average person doesn't need a short long trip either.

In the current Terra Continent, it is normal for a person not to leave his hometown for the rest of his life.

"In this land where demonic beasts are raging, railway maintenance is also very troublesome."

With this in mind, Ian led the two fairy ladies into the waiting room and waited for the arrival of the train.

He had just gone to the 'Platinum Workshop' branch at Bart's Great Station to inform Issengard that he was about to take the train to the imperial capital, and then instructed the local staff to let them take care of the camel beasts they had worked so hard all the way, and he might have to continue riding when he returned to Nanling in the future.

"I really don't need a griffin, and I don't need you to arrange someone to pick me up, I just want to take the train......"

"A few days late will not have much impact, and my mission to the imperial capital has no time limit...... Well, okay, you have to pay attention to your body too, and we'll see you in the imperial capital. ”

After the end of the call with Isengard, Ian told the local staff, "If you have the chance, let my camel beast and the caravan go back to Harrison Port together." ”

"Understood, sir!"

But looking at the expressions of these staff, the boy understood that his camel beast would definitely be well kept in place.

After all, if Ian, a guy who can talk directly to his top boss, suddenly remembers his mount in the future, only to find that his mount died on the way back to Southridge - this is not a small probability event - he is going to be angry, then do you still want to work?

It doesn't cost a lot of money to take care of the camel.

During this time of waiting for the train, nothing happened.

Around five o'clock in the afternoon, the car came.

With the sonorous sound of the mechanical wheels turning, a strange oval-shaped locomotive, with the faint fluorescence of the alchemy furnace running, approached from afar, and it followed the trajectory of the rails, like a beast crawling on the earth, like a speeding meteor.

As its name suggests, the essentia it releases is as huge and filling the world as the torrential rain, but most of it is scattered and cannot converge into a high-pressure water flow that can kill the enemy.

The steel behemoth came all the way from the southwest and finally slowly stopped in the Bart Station, and the steel guardrails on both sides of the station were slowly lowered, which was a protective measure to prevent someone from straying into the track and being crushed by the train and splashing blood, but in fact it was only a safety measure.

Because when the alchemy locomotive of the Shower was still in motion, it slowly approached, an invisible but obvious 'force' pushed everyone backwards - exactly five meters away.

This is the spontaneous shield generated by this giant alchemy furnace when it is running, and ordinary people cannot resist or approach it at all, so they can only approach it after the train stops. If someone could kill themselves in such a situation, it would only mean that they were deliberate or deserved, and the train would not be washed, and when it activated, the expanding shield would push aside all the blood and flesh.

Ready to get on board. Ian looked up and looked around, and he saw a lot of people boarding the train.

There were merchants and scholars, as well as Huaiguang clergy and aristocrats. He even saw a very neat line of soldiers around the back carriage, probably the private soldiers of a certain noble? Or is it a change of guard for the troops stationed in the imperial capital?

In addition to this, there are also some people who wear strange costumes, special robes...... Ordinary people may not be able to tell the difference, but Ian can tell that it is someone from the Church of Spiritual Machines.

"Strange thing, people from the Church of the Machine? But it's not very strange, after all, it's a train to the imperial capital, and it's strange that there is no such talent. ”

Ian didn't see that there were sublimators among the people in this group of Spirit Sect, so he didn't particularly care.

Soon, he took Frost Butterfly and Birch and boarded the bus under the arrangement of the staff.

"Three...... Two fairy ladies and knights...... Your seats are on the left. Do you need an extra cushion to help? ”

The service of the Alchemy Train is still very good, and the train staff even has special cushions for the elves so that they don't float on their seats so that they don't get blocked by the table - of course, there are also hollow seats for various subhuman tails, which are all parts that can be replaced at any time.

After all, after so many years of operation, all kinds of preparations are very sufficient.

For the first time in a long time, Ian sat in the rather spacious seats of the train, with Frostbutterfly and Birch on the window-side side.

Miss Leprechaun seemed to take this kind of transportation regularly, and seemed so familiar with it that she even ordered a hot drink from the train—of course the elves could drink and eat, but only as a feeling of experience, not for the sake of hunger.

Frostbutterfly, like Ian, looks sideways at the outside of the transparent glass of the car.

Obviously, they have already walked the road and the scene they already know, but sitting in the car, it is completely different from the experience of walking by themselves.

"It's a feeling...... It's amazing. ”

The leprechaun said softly, with a subtle feeling: "I feel so happy...... This huge train, the steel behemoth...... The feeling of riding it makes me happy. ”

"Do you like machinery, like things that have the beauty of industrial power?"

Ian smiled when he heard this, and he reached out and stroked Frostbutterfly's hair, "That should be from my 'aesthetic'." ”

Frostbutterfly shook her head comfortably, her wings spinning a few times.

Birch was sipping a cup of hot nut cocoa—she was less interested in any of that, and the train was no different from a carriage, or an armoured suit, or a particularly large, unsightly elf shell.

This kind of slow transportation is also valued by human beings.

One thing is the same, though.

That's one person and two goblins, both enjoying the feeling of traveling by train.