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The frontier city was connected by track, of course, its official name was 'Magic Train,' which ran three times a day, direct to the Nether Empire Capital 'Falor.'
It wasn't much different from last life's green trains:
They were both made of the same iron, only the fuel wasn't coal but charged by first-order magicians manually as a power source.
These humanoid batteries, ten in a group, switched shifts every half-day, their work was simple—just to channel their magical power into the magic conductor machinery; they were the distinctive white-collar workers of this other world.
Count Karlo wasn't in a beautiful mood today.
He had raised this lad for more than a decade, finally rearing a dissolute young master, doing justice to his mother's spirit in heaven, but today the boy truly had hardened wings and insisted on going to the capital for an examination.
He had not shown An Su a good face all day.