Wuu wuu wuu!
The steam train raced across the vast plains, cutting through mountains and never stopping except at stations.
Though not fast, the train traveled day and night, which was much better than using a carriage.
And it carried a lot of passengers and cargo.
"Sir, would you like some water?" In the VIP train compartment, a young servant softly asked the master, who was hunched over his desk working on a manuscript.
The master looked up, and it was none other than Nicholas, the most famous playwright from the Dreamshadow Flame Kingdom, who nodded slightly, indicating the servant to pour a cup of hot water.
Then he turned his head to look out the window.
On the empty plains, large herds of deer grazed on the grass, an area still undeveloped, as the Warm Enclave had been established for less than a year.
Toot toot.