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Family carried her worn suitcase and found the platform of the rail transit vehicle with ease.

She bought the ticket at the self-service ticket machine.

Then she tiptoed slightly and looked at the far end of the platform, and then explained:

"The rail transit vehicle here can reach most important locations in the industrial and commercial areas.

And it only costs two Secret Sea copper coins to ride.

The price is cheaper than the baguettes on the roadside, so I paid directly."

In fact.

Perhaps it is because of the supplement of the knowledge of the present world.

The interior of the Meteorite Trade Port is not as completely a replica of the Victorian era as Su Wen saw at first sight.

At least.

Most of the steam machinery is expanded and controlled by orderly chain machines, and there are not so many parts involving human intervention.

This is probably different from the Victorian era when coachmen were still used for transportation.

The three of them sat in the brass-looking rail carriage, admiring this large port city wrapped in steam machinery pipes.

Jiang Menghan added gently:

"Here, if it is an ordinary animal without mutation, such as the Clydesdale horse in England or the warm-blooded horse in Europe.

It can probably be sold at a price dozens of times higher than in the present world.

But even if it is the first route of the Lost Sea that has long been fully developed, they should not be the first choice of the fleet.

What's more.

The danger of the Lost Sea has never disappeared."

The smell of sulfur and the slight friction of gears filled the air above the port, and rows of exhaust pipes with blue flames became the most unique lights in the city's night sky.

The iron lampposts are hung with copper lampshades, projecting the warm light of the dusk of the simulated present world, illuminating the figures of ships and dock workers.

The scenery outside the window passes through the towering warehouse buildings.

The hot steam engine decorated with rivets and copper-plated ornaments exudes the smell of metal, spraying blazing flames, injecting vitality and vitality into the entire port.

Another steam locomotive rushed past, making a deafening roar.

As Su Wen and his team headed towards their destination.

At the same time.

In a secret meeting place of a chemical factory in this magnificent seaport city, four cloaked men were making plans in the shadows.

An old voice sounded:

"The plainclothes law enforcers on the Wiltings have sneaked in."

The middle-aged man leaning against the wall continued:

"Is it to track down the contents of Rockefeller's No. 76 Institute? The Night Watch is really generous this time."

Hearing him say this.

A slightly sarcastic female voice sounded:

"Collector, are you not included in it?"

"Collector is just a code name of mine, just like I have made some real contributions in the Night Watch.

The two are not contradictory."

Hearing him say this.

The last young voice sounded;

"I have also been observing in the Wiltings these days.

I have collected information on the second-level and above superhumans.

The rest of the first-level superhumans are disorderly and overly worried.

They are just a bunch of useless things."

That's right.

They don't know at all that it was the "useless first-level superhumans" they mentioned that completely destroyed their plans in Jupiter.

And the cultists who have not met Su Wen a few times have already completely ignored him as a scholar.

"The rest of the people have been arranged."

"No problem.

Even if the "Night Watch" finds something, they probably won't be able to go back alive."

With the end of the rally.

But they don't know.

A micro-drone transmitting a location signal is lying on the top of this secret gathering place.

[Voice chat decoding completed]

[Uploading to the Dawn system voice information database]

[Tracking mission completed]

Then.

With the micro-drone's undetectable light-off self-destruction, it has completed its short mission.

Everything fell into silence.

The scene changed.

Su Wen, who was handsome and tall in a British-style coat, walked out of the platform of the railway car with Jiang Menghan, carrying a handbag.

Going deeper along the road stained with water marks and oil stains.

Under the guidance of Famir.

They arrived at the door of an antique watch shop.

Famir knocked on the door and opened the door without waiting.

Jiang Menghan, who was following behind, seemed to have noticed something and glanced at Su Wen:

"What's wrong?"

"No, I just suddenly found something interesting.

That's all."

He smiled and gave an answer.

At the same time, all the data observed by the drone was copied down.

However, those people hid in the dark corners and could not be identified by appearance, which was indeed a pity.

The iceberg girl knew that he had many secrets.

She just hummed lightly and did not ask any more questions.

Entering the store, what came into view was a warm yellow light.

Rows of exquisite copper lamps were hung on the not-so-tall Victorian-era ceiling, illuminating every corner.

A huge carved chandelier hangs from the ceiling, shining with a light golden light, making the whole store shrouded in a mysterious and elegant atmosphere. In the center of the room hangs a huge red clock, the pointer slowly turns, making a faint ticking sound.

The wall is full of antique clocks of different prices, the hour and minute hands dance silently on the clock face, as if going against the flow of time and leading everyone back to that ancient and elegant era.

Rows of watch parts were scattered on the counters in the store, and the silver balance wheels and gears were as bright as new.

The nickel-silver mechanical parts were placed in transparent glass covers, and the fine lines and precise craftsmanship showed the wisdom and skills of the craftsmen of the Lost Sea.

It was a pity that the owner of this store did not seem to be there.

Family held up a dial and explained:

"In the Lost Sea, the location clock engraved with runes by the second-level anchor of the deep-sea lineage is an extremely critical navigation tool.

For example, the first route.

If there is no anchored location clock, even experienced old navigators are likely to get lost."

Hearing her say this.

Su Wen also solved one of his doubts.

After all, other people do not have the ability to observe distant horizons in the foggy deep sea like the broken sea chart in his hand.

The system prompt also appeared as expected:

[Deep sea knowledge detected]

[Incomplete information, not yet converted into cards]

['Location clock' card can be stored in the travel card group 'Navigation props']

[Dear chief player, please try to learn more relevant knowledge to obtain a deck]

See this message.

Su Wen was sure that he came to the right place.

Besides, the pocket watch hanging around Jiang Menghan's neck was also broken, and it really needed a professional to repair it.

This can also be regarded as the main task that Famir brought them here.

The short girl did not touch the dials that needed repair.

She just sat on a stool nearby and picked up the steam newspaper of the Lost Sea on the bookshelf.

In this secret sea border where information is difficult to obtain, it is good to publish a report once a month, but this is also one of the few ways to obtain information:

"It's strange that Aunt Rendel is not in the store."

Su Wen also found a stool on both sides of the empty table and sat down with Jiang Menghan.