Struggle in the Steam Age

　　 After adjusting the hat a little so that it no longer pressed the wound, Lawrence walked out of the tavern he rented with the jingling of the doorbell.

　　 The bright and warm sunshine outside and the coldness in the tavern showed a clear contrast, gently lifting his trouser legs and stepping on the small piece of dry ground protruding above the mud, Lawrence carefully moved out a little bit.

　　 There are not many people on the street. The workers living in this area have already gone to work at this time. The owners of fish shops and bakery shops on both sides of the street sat bored behind their goods, using a long pole with rags tied to their heads to drive away flies that tried to land on their goods.

But when he turned on the road, the flow of people increased immediately. There were many people walking around on the road teeth, most of them were workers wearing blouses, felt hats and bowlers. , A little clerk in a jacket. They walked hurriedly to their respective working places.

　　 All this looks like the old photos in the gilded age, except that one or two of the people who occasionally walk by are either short or stout or pointed ears reminding Lawrence that this is a magical world.

　　Lawrence felt fortunate that when he arrived at the horse-drawn station at the junction of Narcissus Street and Third Avenue, a two-horse horse-drawn double-decker carriage stopped at the station.

　　 "Where are you going?" asked the conductor who stepped on the treads outside the car and grabbed the railing with one hand.

　　 "Far Port University." Lawrence replied, and at the same time took out two 1-cent coins and handed them over. It is indeed a tiring task for him to drive the public carriage every morning, but he has to do it for cheap rent.

　　 It may be because the time for intensive work has passed, and the people in the car appear scattered. So Lawrence simply found an empty seat on the first floor and took a seat. More than half an hour later, the carriage came to the end, the station at the gate of Far Harbor University on the edge of the city.

　　 got out of the carriage and walked out more than 20 meters and came to the gate of Far Harbor University. The main entrance of the university is two tall wrought iron gates, on either side are red brick pillars with a bronze statue of a giant eagle on top. Although it looks a little crude, no one will despise this university because of this.

　　 As the first university established after the establishment of the Federation, Far Harbor University naturally has its own glorious and long history. Although not comparable in all respects to the several famous universities with a long history in the Old World, it is indeed second to none in the New World, and only Jinshan University in Jinshan Port, the capital of the Republic of New Continent to the west of the Great Mountain Range, can compare with it.

　　 walked into the gate, and under his feet was a straight stone road. There are grassy meadows on both sides of the road. On the grass, a dozen busts placed on a square table lined up along the stone road. They are all celebrities who graduated here. And these square tables are nailed with bronze plates in the direction facing the stone road, and their personal profiles and achievements are briefly engraved on them.

At the end of the 　　 road is a huge fountain with a diameter of more than 20 meters. On the white marble platform in the center of the fountain is a gilded bronze figure. He held an axe in his right hand, and his left hand grasped a tree trunk that was twisted and covered with scales like a giant python, and each branch was covered with a large tree with leaves like a wailing face, as if the next moment he was about to swing the giant axe in his hand. The next general.

　　 This is the founder of the White Eagle Federation, the most important funder of Far Harbor University, the demigod warrior George Adams. And this statue depicts the story of Adams helping the indigenous people to kill the demi-god enchanted tree spirits and gaining the support of the indigenous people to build a city and school on the land of Eagle Fort.

　　 Unlike Lawrence’s memory of the last world’s massacre of the natives of the New World, the relationship between the colonists and the natives in the New World of this world is not bad.

　　 What caused all this was the endless emergence of extraordinary creatures in this world, especially things like goblins or kobolds. This forces humans and other civilized races to only hug together to survive in this world.

　　 Especially after the establishment of the White Eagle Federation, the indigenous people in primitive tribal state soon joined in. Today, 100 years later, most of them have found their place in the White Eagle Federation.

　　 Just as Lawrence was standing under the statue thinking about these things, suddenly a familiar greeting came from behind him. "Hi, Lawrence, Professor Black said he was waiting for us in the office today. Why are you standing by the fountain in a daze?"

"Good morning, Edward, I just thought-what's the matter with your arm?" Lawrence turned his head and greeted his friend who was also invited by the professor, but he was surprised before he could finish. Saw Edward Hans's right arm was put in a plaster and was hung around his neck with a bandage.

　　 "I don't know, I went to the bar yesterday, but I started to fight in the bar while drinking. I don't know who took a stool and gave me an arm in the chaos, and it was like you saw."

　　 At this point, Edward showed an angry expression, "My father already knows about this, and he will help me pick out the bastard-wait, why are you looking at me with this look?"

　　 "Because I was also attacked yesterday, the attacker also robbed my wallet." Lawrence took off his bowler hat, revealing the gauze bandaged on his head.

　　 "This is too coincidental. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" As the son of the local sheriff, Edward also learned a lot of criminal investigation knowledge from his father through his ears and eyes. Just after graduation, the professor asked two top students to talk about things. As a result, the situation of two people being injured at the same time the day before the talk was obviously not like an accident.

　　 "I don't think it's right." Lawrence added, and then told Edward the news he had received before, and after hearing the news, Edward could basically confirm that this was a targeted attack.

　　 "We still have to investigate seriously after we go back." Edward said, patted Lawrence on the shoulder with his left hand. "But now let's go to Professor Black. Only by knowing what the professor asked us to do today can we find clues and analyze why those people are attacking us."

　　 After discussing the attack, the two people bypassed the fountain and walked over to a two-story red brick building in the rear building complex.

　　 The lintel of the stairs has the phrase Department of Medicine written on it. After entering the small building, there is a lobby with gleaming teak floors. After walking down the stairs to the second floor, they quickly came to the third office door in the corridor on the left.

　　 "Come in." After knocking on the door lightly, there was a voice in the room that was a little older but still full of breath.

　　 Hearing the words, Lawrence twisted the bronze handle on the door of the room, and the door opened, and a gray-haired but spirited old man was sitting behind a heavy desk looking at some documents.

　　 After hearing the door open, Professor Black took off the lens stuck in his eye socket and raised his head. Then he raised his eyebrows with a surprised expression. "I haven't seen you two for three days. How did you make it like this?"