It's cheaper than I imagined... There's no distance limit... Melissa definitely likes this car more than a carriage, this is the crystallization of machinery... Klein thought about it, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He showed a bright smile, took out 4 copper pennies, and handed them to the conductor: "Second class seat."

Snapped! The conductor tore up a ticket, stamped it, and handed it to Klein.

After finding the line leading to the Jowood area, Klein walked down the stairs after passing the not-so-strict inspection, and soon came to the platform. According to the signs on the ground, he found the location corresponding to the second-class seat.

Whoooo!

After waiting for a long time, he heard the siren sound like thunder, and saw a huge steam locomotive break through the gas lamps on both sides with a sense of majestic power, and stopped with a bang.

Its huge shape, winding body, black iron color and complicated machinery are mixed together, giving it a unique aesthetic feeling.

Backlund's subway still uses steam trains. Under the unique design, the puffed out smoke passes through the upper pipe, enters the chimney, and rushes to the outside world.

This is the "real use" of street lawns and gardens.

Amidst the sound of metal rubbing against each other, Klein waited for the passengers in front to get off, then walked up slowly with his cane and suitcase, and accepted the flight attendant's ticket inspection.

Unlike the third-class seats, the second-class seats are for one person, so there is no need to worry about being robbed. Klein had just sat down, put away his suitcase, and leaned on his cane when he heard hurried footsteps.

He subconsciously looked sideways at the door, and saw a thin boy with a green face hastily entered the carriage.

The boy was dressed in an old overcoat and a bowler hat that did not suit his age, and carried a battered satchel, with his head buried low.

"I'm sorry, I got into the wrong car. I'm in the third class..." He showed his ticket, apologized to the flight attendant, and then walked quickly to the third class seat.

Klein looked away, reconfirmed his destination, and waited for the carriage door to close.

At this moment, he heard another messy and hasty footsteps, and then saw several men in black coats and top hats rushing into the carriage.

Chasing that fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy just now? Klein intuitively came up with such an idea.

He shook his head slightly, and continued to read his newspaper and map, no different from other passengers in the carriage.

Note 1: This joke comes from a former British magazine, "Clumsy".

"Did you see a teenage boy? Wearing an old overcoat!" One of the men who rushed into the car said, looking at the flight attendant viciously.

From the corner of his eye, Klein saw that the other party was thin and lean, his complexion was dark as if he had been exposed to the sun for a long time, and his eye sockets were much more sunken than normal people of the Loen Kingdom.

Plateau people? Or mixed race? He nodded thoughtfully.

In the middle of the North Continent, at the beginning of the Hornages Mountains, is a plateau with a dry climate. Most of it belongs to the Kingdom of Feneport, the west part is attributed to the Republic of Ties, and the east side is occupied by the Kingdom of Loen. The aborigines are thin Being barbaric but brave and good at fighting has been one of the most troublesome problems for the three countries for a long time in the past. However, with the improvement of gunpowder weapons and changes in the form of war, these plateau people finally recognized the reality and surrendered completely.

A large part of them left the plateau, entered Backlund, entered Trier, entered the city of Feneporte, and entered various prosperous cities and ports in the northern continent. Some became workers, and some became the fresh blood of local gangsters. , Dare to fight and kill, not afraid of big things.

The flight attendant was a man in his twenties. Hearing this, he shrank his body, pointed in the direction of the third-class carriage, and said, "I saw...he went there."

The man in a black coat and half-top hat nodded invisibly, led a few accomplices, and rushed towards the third-class carriage, without any hesitation about the eyes of the passengers around him.

If I were that boy, I would have already got off the third-class carriage by this time... Klein thought while reading the newspaper.

More than a minute later, the siren sounded "Woo", and the carriage door slowly closed.

Bang bang bang bang, the steam train began to run from slow to fast, but at this moment, Klein suddenly felt something, and looked up at the doors leading to other second-class carriages.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in an old overcoat, a round hat, and a battered satchel walked slowly into this carriage. JrNovels.com