Chapter 2: Farewell
The railway train was enormous. When Tyr and the others entered, it was already packed with people. Fortunately, being a Yuehai, Tyr had already sat on the private train and had a basic understanding of such behemoths, so he didn’t feel lost wandering around. In contrast, the Butterfly of Sunflowers and the others were completely lost. They had no idea how to navigate this thing.
“Follow me upstairs,” Tyr said calmly, leading the way into one of the carriages of the railway train. He frowned slightly as he looked at the already crowded seats inside. He then addressed everyone, saying, “Look at your tickets. There are numbers on them indicating your assigned seats.”
“I’m in seat E7!” Arena exclaimed cheerfully, followed by the voice of Butterfly of Sunflowers.
“Um, I’m in seat E8.”
“This should be consecutive seating, right? I’m in seat E6,” Wind Slash Ghost seemed to have some knowledge of the train, nodding slightly in response. Then he pointed to three seats in the opposite carriage and said.
“Where are your seats? Mine is in Block F, Seat 14. Shating Iron Sword, what’s yours?”
“Seat F17.”
“Behind me, good. We shouldn’t spread out too much. Listen, the journey to Avalon will probably take about a day. Don’t sleep too deeply; all sorts of people are on the train.”
“Yes!” Upon hearing Tyr’s command, they immediately became serious. This wasn’t just Tyr’s exaggeration; this type of train was both crowded and troublesome. Not to mention pickpockets, but also the peculiar people that gave him a headache.
Fortunately, the special train made by Yuehai only carried a few elites, each of whom, although proud, were unlikely to do anything out of line.
“Then take care of yourselves. Shating Iron Sword, let’s go.”
“Yes.”
“I’m actually riding a rail train for the first time.” Arena looked around curiously, her small hand holding onto Butterfly of Sunflowers’s clothes, while Wind Slash Ghost walked ahead, leading them to their seats with ease.
“You two, hurry up and go in.”
“Huh? But this is seat number 8, which should be mine.” Butterfly of Sunflowers asked with some confusion, while Arena chuckled and sat down on the innermost seat, leaning against the window of the train. Outside was pitch black, and since the train hadn’t started yet, the noctilucent stones in the underground tunnel weren’t glowing.
“Oh, you see, my duty is to protect you two ladies from any harm, so naturally, I have to sit on the outermost seat.”
“Are you implying that I’m not as capable as you?” Butterfly of Sunflowers looked somewhat discontent, crossing her arms and glancing at Wind Slash Ghost, who waved his hand.
“I must admit, if it were my past self, I might not have lasted even ten rounds against you. But times have changed; I have inherited Mr. Tyr’s unparalleled martial arts skills. Now, even the former Ogre Lord wouldn’t stand a chance against me!”
“I, I can do it too!” Butterfly of Sunflowers was about to retort when suddenly the rail train made a mechanical roar, causing the poor mercenary to stumble. Luckily, Wind Slash Ghost reacted quickly and grabbed her, preventing a nasty fall.
“Go in and sit down. The rail train is about to depart.” Wind Slash Ghost chuckled at her, making Butterfly of Sunflowers blush and decided not to argue, and she went inside to take her seat.
“Don’t fall asleep. I’ve ridden a few times before. There are a lot of pickpockets on rail trains. Although we don’t have much wealth, we shouldn’t let our guard down. It wouldn’t be good to trouble Mr. Tyr,” Wind Slash Ghost advised.
“Got it.” The Butterfly of Sunflowers understood, but the wind spirit beside her seemed drowsy, which made Wind Slash Ghost and the others shake their heads helplessly.
Tyr arrived at the designated location with the Shating Iron Sword. By this time, the carriage was already somewhat crowded, and those without seats had no choice but to stand. While standing all day wasn’t particularly tiring for some warriors, doing nothing at all could still make them feel bored and weary.
Tyr found his seat and sat down without much thought. Although the seats couldn’t compare to those on professional trains, they were still products of human progress in this era, and Tyr felt a hint of novelty.
However, upon careful consideration, the person who created these things is truly impressive. In his leisure time, Tyr had also looked into this information and was surprised to find that the inventor of iron rail trains, magic sound stones, magic shadow stones, and various other peculiar devices was none other than one person: the Ninth-ranked God of Heavenly Mechanics among the current Ten Divine Beings.
Just as Tyr was pondering the ingenuity of the God of Heavenly Mechanics, the figure sitting next to him suddenly spoke up.
“Isn’t this Tyr? What a coincidence.”
“!!” Tyr’s pupils contracted. He hadn’t noticed who was sitting next to him when he arrived, but now he saw a girl who was a head shorter than himself.
Tyr blinked, his reaction slightly delayed, before he spoke.
“Dragon Slayer! What are you doing here?”
