Chapter 1970 - 535: Meanwhile, the Train Departs from the Hero’s Hometown

It's not just time that's fast, but also the "Prince's Train".

The passengers standing in the smoking area hadn't finished their lit cigars yet, and the speeding carriage had already crossed the border of Thunder County.

When the red-painted carriage passed the station of Campbell Castle, a flowing painting immediately appeared before the passengers' eyes.

The bustling towns turned into forests and farmland, quickly becoming sheep and streams, scattered windmills and cooking smoke, and then another town and farmland ensued.

The Campbell people on horseback had never measured their land underfoot like today.

And "Mother," this abstract metaphor, was at this moment endowed with an unprecedented concrete concept!

"Saint Sis above, so the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range really has ten thousand peaks..." murmured Debicco, puffing on a cigar, as another carriage was left far behind.

He heard the excited conversations of several musicians by his ears.

A gentleman with a monocle slightly squinted his eyes, seemingly finding inspiration from the wind entering the window.

"That rumbling sound reminds me of the freight ships at Thunder City port... Saint Sis above, I have new inspiration! For the next symphony performance, I want my oboist's fingers to be as fast as the pistons of a steam engine!"

The friend standing beside him looked at him in surprise.

"Will that sound good?"

The musician smiled.

"How will we know if we don't try?"

A gentleman wearing a top hat pondered for a while, then suddenly joked with a smile.

"Sounds interesting, hope it sounds as wild as our train!"

"Haha!"

It's not only the musicians who are talking and laughing, but also the painters invited by the Dukes.

They have occupied the best positions, holding notebooks and pencils for sketching, seemingly intending to capture that fleeting inspiration on paper.

The writers and screenwriters, meanwhile, exchanged interesting anecdotes heard on the train station platform, and in just one station's time decided on the next "stage" for the Colin Grand Theater.

They plan to write about a boy chasing the train, whose dream is for that steam-spewing train to fly into the sky.

Everyone doubts he's speaking in his sleep, even he doubts he's dreaming, except for the beautiful "Miss Eloise" who holds his hand and tells him—

"You can be a bit more confident, Campbell people will always stand proud as Knights."

It will be a touching story.

It will bring a different kind of emotion compared to "Bell Sound," and will tell the next generation about the power of "belief" and "courage."

And that anything is possible!

With the support of family and friends, this brave boy, relying on his intelligence and diligence, eventually defeated the evil Horace—no, Director Slieho.

Good, now the outline of the story is there.

Debicco, looking around, was surprised to find that even though the story wasn't finished, they were planning on who to cast.

Alright—

A guy who got too immersed in the role already started crying, and he's wondering if that's necessary?

Standing here are not just dreamers of tomorrow, but also reporters from the Thunder City Daily. They recorded this moment destined to go down in history with a Recording Crystal, and plan to print this moment on tomorrow's headline.

Compared to the banquets at Glanston Castle and summer hunting, they unanimously believe that this down-to-earth Magic Photo is more worthy of the cover.

Elsewhere, the well-decorated carriage is filled with the scent of rouge and perfume, as people converse softly, as if in the Duke's garden.

The interior of this train uses deep red mahogany, accompanied by exquisite brass fittings, a style that's mature yet luxurious.

Although it's still a bit less magnificent compared to Theoden's Summer Palace, it holds a unique elegant neatness.

It's like the "Roxey 1053 Rifle."

The Campbell people have evolved their own art style and aesthetics from the traditions of the Great Laine Region.

Summed up with the four simplest imagery: red brick and chimney, steel and wool.

But compared to the impressive interior of the carriage, more astonishing is its smoothness, like a ferry sailing on open waters.

If not for the fleeting scenery outside the window and occasional carriage sway, Horace even doubted whether this vehicle was truly moving forward.

It's much stronger than a carriage!

Not just speed and stability, most importantly, it doesn't have the risk of being "robbed" like a carriage.

The so-called robbery here refers not to Little Demons in the Maze, but those traders and mercenaries who occasionally moonlight as robbers, Adventurers planning to do a job before heading home, and those Knights and Lords setting tolls along dirt roads.

Horace knew them all too well, his stingy, poor demeanor wasn't raised in wealth. When he was poorer than Matthew, he often faced troubles from those people.

Now, right before Horace's eyes, they were smashed by the dark chimney!

And he could almost see with his eyes, those lands first connected by the railway would be the first to develop!

Maybe—

Could buy a bit?

He was pondering this in his heart.

At this moment, a neatly dressed attendant slowly approached, pushing a delicate silver dining cart.

It seemed that the wheels were wrapped in soft Alchemy Materials, making no sound as it rolled over the carpet, so much so that he only noticed when the footsteps reached him.