Unlike those citizens who just arrived today, they watched with their own eyes as the iron dragon swiftly traversed the fields.
A week ago, that black smoke-spewing monster was still parked on the horizon, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived beside the slowly rotating windmills.
They marveled at the power of Thunder City's factories, yet harbored a deep anxiety over the loss of the past.
The things devoured by the steam engine were increasing.
What's next?
"By Saint Sis... what on earth is this thing?" a young farmer couldn't help but swallow and mutter to himself.
"Don't know," said an older farmer, standing beside him, puffing on a clay pipe with narrowed eyes, "but I believe Saint Sis watches over our Majesty, he shouldn't lead us to too bad a place."
He wasn't well-learned and couldn't read the newspaper, but he could understand the illustrations in it.
