Chapter 222: Cornelius (An extra update that isn't an extra update)

"Although it is very difficult, there is hope after all."

Aaron nodded, and some plans gradually emerged in his heart.

"It's a pity... if I could use 'Secret Source Power' to replace it, it would be even simpler, but the level of this power is too high. I've tried it before, and I cannot effectively utilize it myself. In other words... seeking out 'Dawn' is entirely because its level is low. 'Dawn' doesn't even need its divine blood or similar essence and nature as materials; it only needs a blessing of power with a high enough level. After all, it is only to open the Fourth Primordial Substance..."

"What is truly terrifying is... when ascending to the Fourth Primordial Substance, I will inevitably draw the gaze of the relevant Deity. According to previous investigations... the 'Light' path in this world has been castrated and lacks the power of the Creator Path... A 'Blasphemer' and 'Heretic' like me will one hundred percent be killed!"

"Facing the wrath of a Deity at the moment of ascension?"

"This is the most difficult part of the ritual... the key is that I have no way to run!"

Through the shop window glass, one could see table clocks, pocket watches, and hanging clocks... each with a unique design, emitting different pendulum sounds.

Bruce's voice suddenly became low.

Aaron's gaze passed through the carriage window and suddenly saw a huge square paved with white marble.

The busy young man looked up, revealing messy, bird's-nest-like curly hair and a bewildered look: "You are here to find my teacher? What is the matter? The prices of the clocks and watches are all on the labels..."

Originally there was a subway, but Bruce felt dizzy seeing the spiderweb-like route map and insisted on taking a rental carriage that made him feel at ease.

Aaron clearly felt several scrutinizing gazes at the entrance and immediately understood that they were likely people from the Investigation Bureau or the local Police Station, but he did not care.

Plymouth.

"Thank you."

A moment later, he came out and waved: "Teacher says you may enter!"

And in the center of the square, there was a huge high platform surrounded by black iron railings. The platform seemed to be built with Rain Flower Stone, and there were two guards standing sentry beside it.

"After all, with a permanent population of about 5 million, it is the largest city on the continent at present..."

When the carriage slowly began to run on the street, Bruce also excitedly opened the window to look at the scenery outside: "Haha... Aaron, let me tell you, I didn't take the subway not because I'm afraid of the dark, nor because I'm afraid of getting lost, but simply because I didn't want to miss the scenery on the ground... We will pass by the Parliament Building, and the Mitra Palace where the King resides..."

By then, more pursuit and investigation will follow, coming to this city!

'I hope the scale of the Investigation General Bureau is large enough and its strength strong enough to suppress things, so as not to trigger any large-scale chaos... probably...'

At this time, his face had not yet been disguised; what he wanted was to give the Mysterious world a message: the pawn of that 'Immortal' had already arrived in Plymouth!

The steam train slowly pulled into the platform, and the flow of people surged down like a gray-black tide.

The two walked out of the train station and boarded a rental carriage.

"Then you wait a moment."

The carriage suddenly fell into silence.

Aaron's gaze swept across the square and found white pigeons landing and taking off by the fountain, with people feeding the pigeons with breadcrumbs on the benches nearby; it was indeed a good place for leisure.

'Bruce must be touched by the scene and thinking of his teacher.'

This means the other party's attention will also likely shift!

"Let's go to Mercury Street in the Gelin George District first and finish your teacher's entrustment. Let's go!"

This should be a commercial department street, with formal wear shops, bakeries, clock repair shops, and mid-range restaurants... It neither has the chaos of a flea market nor the elegance and grandeur of high-end places; it seems the target customers are mainly the middle class.

After Aaron rolled his eyes, he just let him be.

"Finally arrived, the City of Cities—Plymouth!"

After finally waiting for the noise to pass, Bruce rubbed his ears and looked behind the counter at the young man who was busy at a workbench, wearing blue suspenders, with many greasy and dirty stains on the surface, and asked softly: "I am here to find Mr. Cornelius. May I ask if he is here?"

Bruce replied.

At the top of one of the huge mahogany table clocks, two small doors opened, and a small metal bird was pushed out by a spring, emitting a high-pitched chirp.

Aaron added a sentence in his heart: 'Only by initiating the Industrial Revolution could one see this scale.'

Nearly an hour later, the carriage stopped at the edge of a block. The coachman jumped off the carriage, took off his hat, and saluted: "Two gentlemen, Mercury Street in the Gelin George District has arrived."

When the two of them walked into the shop, it happened to be the hour, and all the clocks and watches were chiming.

After walking out of the train station, what came into view was a huge square with countless people moving through it, enough to make any countryman stand at a loss for a long time looking at this scene.

Not long after, Aaron and Bruce arrived at the address given by Clark, and what appeared before them was a clock repair shop.

—That was the 'Marshal's Podium', the place where the famous Invis commander and ever-victorious general—'Aisen Napolun'—once delivered a great speech.

Aaron wore a top hat and a crisp black woolen formal suit, pretending to carry an empty suitcase in his hand, and walked out of the train station with Bruce.

Bruce felt a bit at a loss for the first time.

And not far away were tall reinforced concrete buildings, mostly built four or five stories high, with high-rise buildings standing in great numbers, spreading far away, with no end in sight.

Aaron tossed a coin, nodded to Bruce, and the two followed the apprentice into the interior of the shop.

Aaron pushed Bruce, and the two began to move their feet, mixed in the bustling crowd, and after checking their ticket stubs at the station entrance, they were considered to have officially walked out of the train station gate.

"It's like this, I am a student of Mr. Clark Das, and my teacher asked me to come find Mr. Cornelius."

"This is Plymouth?"

"What... should we do?"

Aaron settled the carriage fare and walked into the street with Bruce.

At the same time, it was also the place that Clark emphasized when introducing 'History Retrospection'.

'It's just two guards and a railing, which ruins the atmosphere a bit... Are there too many of those crazy speakers? Hmm... Not only Mystery Practitioners, but many orators and lunatics trying to incite the masses take pride in standing on this podium to speak... I suppose the City Hall is annoyed by it...'

"7 Mercury Street?"

The young man scratched his greasy hair and ran into the small door behind the shop.

Bruce was also in Plymouth for the first time. Watching the boundless square and the crowd, his lips moved several times, but he couldn't think of any good wording, so he could only say: "It's really... so big!"

After walking down for a while, they found themselves in an even larger studio. A shirtless man in his thirties or forties, bald, with half his face covered in weird blue-black tattoos, turned around, revealed a gentle smile, and raised a half-metal, half-flesh prosthetic hand to greet them: "Hello, I am Cornelius, as you can see, a 'Druid'!"

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(End of this chapter)