Hao Ren is very curious about the social form in this Twilight Capital.≯

He worked as an examiner for three years. Although his work qualifications are not worth mentioning compared to those of old reviewers like Galadrow and Anthony, Hao Ren has developed a certain degree of professionalism. The biggest change is that he is now very curious about various forms of civilization and worldview, and can observe them with a more objective and professional perspective rather than just watching the excitement. He is curious about how order is maintained in the Twilight Capital, curious about the control of the city, curious about the relationship between the Steam Council and the Light Seeker Organization, and more curious about how a city that has been operating in a completely closed state for two thousand years and has always been developing, facing a group of foreigners coming from outside the barrier.

When a society with all internal organs is confined to a city (although the city is extremely huge) for two thousand years and has been fighting against the deadly external environment for many years, many things can no longer be inferred based on common sense.

Wendell and Boken talked enthusiastically, exchanging information about this journey of light and the recent changes in the city. Finally, Boken arranged a train for everyone to go directly to the upper city.

"There is a motorcycle that will come out in a moment," Boken said as he quickly wrote a note, "An old driver who is honest and reliable will bring you to the upper town. I can't get out of here, but Wendell, you should have a way."

He sealed the written note into a small exquisite cylinder and stuffed it into a copper tube next to his desk. There were more than a dozen such copper tubes arranged neatly next to his desk. With a slight airflow, the cylinder was sent far away along the pipe. Boken picked up a long-handled microphone with wiring and inserted the plug into a corresponding socket next to the copper tube: "Kostorf, receive an emergency pass and add it to your plan before leaving."

A quarter of an hour later, Hao Ren and his party boarded the steam locomotive heading to Shangcheng District.

As special guests arranged (or squats) by the administrator Boken himself, they definitely don't have to squeeze into the ore in the car. The group was arranged in a clean compartment at the front of the car. This compartment was located behind the cab. It was originally a rest area for drivers and apprentices, but the locomotives would only run full when driving in the dark wilderness. When returning to the upper city, the control area only needed less than half of the rest area, and the rest area was just empty.

Given the huge size of the motorcycle, the lounge was quite spacious, and Hao Ren and his party were all staying inside without any cramping. Lily lay happily on the car window and looked at the cityscape flying past outside. No matter what she saw, she would yell happily. Elizabeth also got together with her, but the little devil's attention was obviously more focused on the motorcycle itself. The closest to these two live treasures is Nangong Mayyue, and the Siren girl was much calmer. She was as gentle as water and said that she had no fluctuations in her heart, and even wanted to spit bubbles...

I have been in the May dysfunction stomach until now, but I haven’t finished digesting it yet.

Hao Ren left his seat and came to the gate at the end of the lounge and looked inside. Through a dirty glass window, he could see the situation in the opposite cab. He saw that the cab was filled with complex pipes, valves, pressure gauges and control wrenches. Two strong apprentices were adding fuel to the fuel bucket, while a gray-headed old man was busy between the wrench and the valves, carefully controlling the motorcycle. The old man was what Boken called "Kostoof". It is said that he had been driving this motorcycle for forty years, galloping countless rounds and round trips in the dark wilderness and the twilight capital, and is still in good health today: this is an amazing achievement for the staff on the motorcycle.

You should know that although drivers and apprentices do not have to work in the dark wilderness as long as miners, they only have the time when they come into contact with the magic environment. Moreover, there are very thick protective shells and pipes inlaid with Runi texts near the steam boiler, but they also work under the night sky. The pervasive magic radiation can always bypass the most stringent protection. Even the equipment of the light seeker may not be able to protect people. But this Kostov lived to this day healthily. When his colleagues entered the incinerator early and became steam power, he was still in this position, pulling the heavy wrench and valves, and his body was as strong as a surprise.

"Did you see something?" Vivian also came over. She glanced through the glass window and said casually.

Hao Ren nodded slightly: "It seems that he is not a pure-blooded human, I think his spiritual power is very strong."

"The weak werewolf bloodline, there were many werewolfs in the Nordic region back then. Some werewolf and their human slaves gave birth to hybrid offspring. The arrogant aliens at that time did not recognize such hybrid offspring, so hybrid kids would be thrown into humans. The "illegitimate sons" in the mythology who were extremely powerful but were always not favored by the gods are probably the same. The bloodline of this hybrid kid is already quite thin. His ancestors may be a legendary hero in Nordic mythology, perhaps Beowulf, or someone else... But now he is just stronger than ordinary humans, longer, and more resistant to magical energy."

“There is always a feeling that the mythological era is still continuing.”

"Yes, the age of mythology is indeed continuing on this land," Vivian whispered. "The earthlings have thrown myths into the library, but the people on this land are still telling stories from the past, but to be honest, I don't want the age to continue in this form at all: it makes me feel very depressed."

At this time, the Dragon Queen Galadol also came over. However, she did not talk about the city, but suddenly said something a little unfinished: "You have a good working attitude."

"Work attitude?" Hao Ren was stunned, "Why did this suddenly involve work attitude?"

"Some novice reviewers always make impulsive mistakes, and their power will make people forget their responsibilities," Galadrow turned his head and looked at the scenery outside the car window. "Rampage and reach the goal, so they often miss a lot of things outside the goal, and these things are often valuable. You don't seem to be: you will be curious about everything on the journey, and without affecting the ultimate goal, you are willing to participate in the life of every civilization, observe them, and understand them. This is very precious. The reviewer is an observer. Observing and feedback people who are directly aiming at the goal will not be able to see the scenery along the way, and your mentality is just right."

Hao Ren asked Longhou to say something very embarrassed, and he was a little dizzy by the way: "Why do you have such a high evaluation?"

"Of course, because this is exactly why the gods need us," the Dragon Queen smiled. "They asked us to help deal with things in the world because we belong to the world and can also integrate into the world."

Hao Ren said oh, revealing a thoughtful look.

Galadol looked at him with a smile, and did not continue to say anything. Some truths he had figured out were more profound than being told.

Steam locomotives roared, steel monsters dragged spectacular white air columns to speed over the Twilight Capital, dense and weird complexes swept quickly from under and on both sides of the locomotives. Some high-rise buildings were pushed open, and curious children lay on the windowsills and watched the flying motorcycles. This was their happiest moment every day, and the adults of these children were not too likely to stop this somewhat dangerous move.

Steam locomotive, this rumbling noise monster has extraordinary significance in the city. It symbolizes the operation of the city, the surging power of the large boiler, and the fresh blood still surging in the barrier. Every citizen born in the Twilight Capital knows the sacred meaning of the sound of the whistle. When the air column gushs out from the boiler, a kind of pride and peace of mind will fill them. This psychological orientation and even a link of education. Young children must learn to feel courage and pride from the sound of the steam.

Because in this city with only one thin barrier shelter, nothing can give people a sense of security.

"The city is divided into three parts," Wendell said as the steam locomotive crossed a huge mechanical bridge. "What we saw before was an outer edge, an area connected to the dark wilderness. Following this ramp is the upper city, where most craftsmen and steam councils live in the upper city, and below you can look down and see the dark and gloomy depths of the city, the lower city, the oldest part of the Twilight City."

Hao Ren followed Wendell's guidance and looked down on the car window. His gaze passed through the steel beams and columns and layers of roofs, and saw the deepest part of the city. The Twilight Capital was like a strange ant nest piled up in the air. Newer buildings pressed on older buildings. Relying on some clever construction rules, this seemingly precarious structure has steadily supported today. Between the gaps in the city is deep darkness. The city area, hundreds of years or even thousands of years ago, was quietly dormant under the dark abyss, lacking change and lacking luster, as if it was forgotten by time.

But there is still vitality there. To this day, there is still a large population living in the lower city. The city's oldest cornerstone: a large steam furnace and part of the pressure pipe is also buried in that abyss. The huge and rusty gears rumble in the dark. The first large boiler, known as the "Heart of Silter", is said to be still running. The people responsible for maintaining these equipment have lived between the gears and pipes for generations, and even generations have never left the maze-like mechanical cabins.

They are almost going to evolve into another species, a new species dormant in the dark, relying on heat and engine oil, symbiotic with pipelines and steam valves. Some scholars even believe that these people who have maintained large boilers for generations have undergone a transformation in the process of long-term exposure to the "Steam Spirit" and are about to become a creature called "Dwar".
Chapter completed!