"But such a rapid advance quickly t with backlash."
"They rejected new things, didn’t they?" Although just a researcher, Nikola was never lacking sensitivity in such matters.
"That’s right, Ingwig fully entered chanization, steam boilers roared in every city and spread to other countries, yet even now, the entire Western world has not fully chanized, those Vikings still rely on sails for voyages."
Arthur explained these.
"Developing new energy at that ti undoubtedly ant reforming, even overthrowing the existing foundation. They invested so much money, so were willing to accept and innovate together, so rejected, thinking it was unreliable. Indeed, it was just a concept existing only in the mind, compared to the now operational machinery, everyone would choose the more stable option."
"It’s a difficult road," Arthur laughed, "but I should be retired by then, it’s not sothing I should worry about."
Nikola didn’t have the mood for jokes, there were things he had long wanted to ask, and maybe it was better to say them today.
"Actually... I want to know who proposed the Dunling Plan."
It was a grand, romantic plan, where amidst the rapid advance of steam technology, soone decisively opposed it, believing it was the wrong path, and wholeheartedly invested in the journey of pioneering a new path.
Nikola wanted to know who made such a decision, his vision was so far-reaching that although the Dunling Plan failed, it still influenced today’s world decades later.
Arthur recalled carefully, rembering when the Dunling Plan began, he hadn’t reached his current position, trying hard to recall the na, he then said.
"Several positions ago, the perpetual motion pump technical director, Michael Faraday."
Arthur suddenly rembered the strange Stuart family, looked at Nikola, and said with so amusent.
"This odd thing seems like a legacy, he failed, Maxwell succeeded him, and now this task has been passed to you."
Nikola said nothing, just slowly raised his head, above was a glass do, countless raindrops washed over the surface, lightning flashed, reflecting a splendid scene.
...
Lorenzo laboriously got out of bed, this damn rainy season made the already scarce light in Old Dunling even dimr, making it seem like dusk even though it was morning, the streetlights hadn’t gone out, like fallen stars.
Last night, he comforted Hig, for which Lorenzo personally cooked, made sothing simple and shared it with Hig, but nearly woke Mrs. Van Rudd in the process, if she saw them awake in the middle of the night making things, she’d surely unleash a tirade.
Walking to the table, his mind felt heavy, as if he hadn’t fully awoken.
Hig told him a lot, allowing him to deeply understand his roommate, in so ways, Lorenzo felt Hig was even more unfortunate than himself.
That beautiful past Lorenzo could no longer return to, but at least Florence was still there, Saint Nalos Cathedral was still there, the Static Holy Temple was still there. Although it was currently the enemy’s base, at least they still existed. If one day Lorenzo’s longing couldn’t be suppressed, he still had a chance to go back and take a look, though things had changed, at least so remnants remained.
But Hig was different, he could never go back, he couldn’t even clearly rember what his hotown looked like, only able to wander in this foggy Old Dunling.
Lorenzo thought about pulling out a cigarette from the tin box, considering whether to continue exploring the mory Palace.
He hadn’t turned on the lights inside, it was a dull gray-blue scene, the rain had subsided, but occasionally fine strands still fell downward, the sky remained gloomy, gray-black clouds like gathered ravens hovered above, seemingly accumulating for the next downpour.
The contemplation didn’t last long, Lorenzo put the cigarette back into the tin box and tucked it away.
He wasn’t sure what would happen after entering the mory Palace. He gave Heracles quite a scare then, luckily Heracles had seen the world and didn’t shoot him.
But now he was on Cork Street 121A, Lorenzo didn’t think Mrs. Van Rudd and Hig’s psychological endurance was that good, better to find a secret safe place to use it.
Where to go? Find Heracles? Or find a random sewer to crawl into, though given Old Dunling’s current rainfall, it’s probably a raging torrent.
After getting dressed, Lorenzo hesitated and equipped himself with so weapons, a folding blade and a short-handled shotgun at his waist, holding a sword-concealing cane, and donned a gray felt hat.
He left the room, quietly and gingerly went downstairs, and while avoiding waking anyone, slipped into the kitchen to eat sothing to fill his belly.
Though uncertain of where to go next, Lorenzo thought it was better to leave ho first, but how to leave was the issue.
Earlier, Bola warned that the Purification chanism was monitoring him, and surely the new Order wouldn’t sit idly by, perhaps there was a Demon Hunter lying in wait for him in so corner of the street.
Once Lorenzo set off, he’d be monitored and followed, escaping was easy for him before, but due to the persistent rain, Old Dunling’s street pedestrians were few, making him conspicuous on the streets.
He stood at the door, casually grabbed an umbrella, hesitated, but then there were hoofbeats, splashing water as they trotted.
Lorenzo awoke early, the city was just waking at this ti, he had a strange feeling, as if they were coming for him, then a black shadow halted before Cork Street 121A’s door, Lorenzo’s expression turned peculiar.
A man hurriedly got off the carriage, though vaguely familiar with this place, coming so early to disturb made him uneasy, let alone disturbing the madman Lorenzo.
A girl followed him, looking as if she hadn’t slept well, wobbly in her steps, clutching a black letter.
Oscar Wilde hesitated, extending his hand to knock, but then withdrew, glanced at the girl beside him, Selyu.
"He won’t have so damn waking rage, will he?"
Oscar clearly knew a lot, including what kind of monster Lorenzo was, kicking open Stuart’s front door before dawn, he knew at least normal people lived inside, while what lay beyond wasn’t normal.
Selyu sighed as she watched him, unsure whether Oscar was pretending, or if he was genuinely like this, becoming utterly serious during business like a strategist deep in thought, making Selyu and him wary, but once away from business he beca entirely unreliable.
She directly pushed Oscar aside, marching up like she was ready to kick down the door.
Yet just as Selyu prepared to turn the knob, the door opened by itself, she didn’t react in ti and was bumped open, but before falling, Lorenzo grabbed her, and swiftly pulled out the shotgun from his coat, aiming it at the jubilant Oscar’s head.
"So, coming to see this early, surely you’re not inviting for breakfast, right?"
Lorenzo glanced at the sneaky pair, questioned with a puzzling look, but it didn’t last long. Considering the ever-watchful eyes, Lorenzo stepped aside, indicating for them to enter the house.
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