The memory of more than a month ago resurfaced in Cyril's mind.
This girl was the girl Cyril saw in advance when he accidentally broke into the slum last time.
"Thank you for the last time!"
Cyril walked over to the girl and thanked her.
Now, if he faces that situation again, he will not be helpless.
"Hey! It's you!"
Jenny also recognized the boy in front of her, a little surprised.
I just talked about him.
Coupled with the fact that the boy's current outfit is obviously much better than when he met him in the slum before, it can be seen that he is living a good life now.
Jenny also raised a smile.
Paris Geller looked a little weird when he saw the scene in front of him.
Lawrence is definitely not a wizard apprentice with a background!
Otherwise, you won't know these guys who look like poor people.
Paris' expression became even more contemptuous.
Brian looked at the scene in front of him with interest.
He casually looked at the girl standing opposite Cyril.
The girl also seemed to have a bit of a prophetic talent.
Brian inadvertently caught a glimpse of Paris Gradler from the corner of his eye, and suddenly let out a low laugh.
He didn't forget that he was in the carriage just now, and this nasty boy kept chattering to himself.
He has always been a man who will retaliate.
"Perhaps, you are willing to be tested by a wizard apprentice to see if you have a chance to become a wizard."
Brian raised his eyebrows and said lazily.
Then he was satisfied to see the expression on Paris Gradler's face as if he had swallowed poop.
When Jenny and Loz heard this, they looked at each other in shock, and looked at this handsome man with a powerful temperament.
This extraordinary gentleman is definitely standing out in the crowd, but they didn't notice him just now.
Jenny thought quickly in her heart, presumably the man deliberately hid in the crowd, plus what he just said...
"Sir! You, are you a master wizard?"
Jenny asked in disbelief.
"Sorry! I, I'm a little too excited, please forgive my rudeness!"
She bowed quickly and replied, "I mean, I'd love to! We'd love to! Compliment your generosity!"
"I'm Jenny Webb, and this is my brother Loz Webb."
Although Jenny told herself to calm down in her heart and tried her best to suppress her excitement, her voice was still a little trembling.
Brian nodded slightly.
He then summoned the parchment and quill that had only appeared in the parlour of the Earl of Abraham in the morning.
Cyril was keenly aware that the surrounding space seemed to vibrate slightly for a moment.
The parchment and quills floated carelessly in mid-air, while the crowd passing by turned a deaf ear to the strange sight here.
Cyril's beautiful almond eyes turned thoughtfully.
[This is a space magic, and what other ordinary people in the square see now is just the way you are looking at the scenery! 】
the system explained.
【A profound and wonderful space magic! 】
Cyril recalled the momentary magic fluctuations that he had vaguely felt before, trying to distinguish the boundary of this space magic.
Of course he failed. At this time, the two spaces were so fit and integrated.
Cyril glanced calmly at Paris Grad, seeing that he looked around a little warily, and knew that he was completely indifferent to the space magic just now.
He looked back and looked at Jenny and Loz who were being tested. The two brothers and sisters were very nervous, and their faces were full of anticipation.
The results came out quickly, with Jenny and Loz, with mental strengths of 14 and 13 respectively, both successfully becoming members of the Wizarding Apprentice Reserve.
As they followed into the carriage, Cyril saw that the look on Paris Gradler's face became even more foul.
He lowered his head and smiled slightly.
Cyril quietly glanced at Mr. Scott, who was sitting across from him, and found that he seemed to be in a good mood at this time.
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
Isn't Mr. Scott revenge on Paris Graham for making his ears unclean
Cyril blinked.
No, it should be Mr. Scott who also saw what was special about Jenny.
Cyril thought of Jenny's achievement that the system had just detected - "The Gift of the Prophet", and pushed the previous unfounded guesses out of his mind.
***
Earl Abraham saw that the two poor people who had reached the spiritual level brought back by the wizard had a bit of a toothache.
If only this was the descendant of his own family.
He wondered in his heart whether to choose some slum children to adopt...
However, the arrival of the old butler soon interrupted Earl Abraham's thoughts, and he handed over the ticket for the first-class carriage of tomorrow morning to Earl Abraham.
The Count originally thought that the wizard would use some more special methods that fit the image of wizards in people's minds to go to the capital, but he didn't expect that the wizard just told him to take a steam train to the capital.
He muttered a few words and shook his head.
The Earl of Abraham had forgotten that the steam train was originally the product of the Tower of Truth.
***
The next day they arrived at the train station in Philadelphia.
To Cyril's surprise, there were still many people at the train station.
The crowd surged towards the steam train lying quietly on the tracks.
Cyril looked at the huge brass steam train in front of him slightly shaking.
It was the first time he had seen a large mechanical device up close, other than the huge clock tower he saw on Philadelphia's Great Square.
This is completely different from the pursuit of simple integration and precise and tiny craftsmanship in the interstellar era.
The machines of this era disdain to hide the mottled muscles and bones of the smooth exterior.
The combination of rivets, pipes, gears, etc. is complex and huge, and it is exposed to people's sight in a primitive and intuitive way, and it is proud to accept the scrutiny.
Rough brass metal silently displays the rhythm and power of the gears.
Cyril seemed to be able to see the complicated process of the entire steam train running under the impetus of steam.
Brass refracts inhumanly cool tones in daylight.
An indescribable romance and a straight-to-the-heart violent beauty hit the face.
Unique and charming.
Cyril let out a sigh.
The system thought that he was still entangled that this was not the wizarding world that was originally promised, and said with some guilt: "It's all steam trains, no difference, no difference! You can sit!"
Jenny and Loz on the side also saw a steam train for the first time, and their eyes showed a little novelty.
Paris Greer pouted.
Hmph, civilians who have never seen the world.
They entered the first-class carriage.
The neatly uniformed guards at the door smiled kindly at them.
The floor of the first-class carriage was covered with a layer of crimson velvet.
The leather seats are very soft, and the long table in front of the seats is covered with a white tablecloth hand-embroidered with lace.
A silver rack with three-tier trays has been placed on the long table, which holds various delicate pastries and desserts from top to bottom.
Plates and dishes with gold rims are also placed in corresponding positions, and bone china teacups and teapots of the same color stand aside.
There is also a bottle of dark red wine with the words "1663" reflected on the wine rack.
Next to the wine rack, a color-printed menu is placed on a wooden newsstand next to a vase.
Brian casually sat down on one side of one of the long tables, his posture languid and relaxed.
Warren Abraham hesitated.
Just as he was about to start walking, he saw that Paris Gradle had walked quickly to the seat opposite the wizard, ready to sit down.
A trace of annoyance flashed through his heart quickly, if he hadn't hesitated just now, he should have seized the opportunity.
Warren Abraham glanced at the others.
His titular cousin Grace doesn't seem to be in the mood to please the wizard.
The two commoner siblings were even more attracted by the luxurious furnishings in the carriage and did not react.
Cyril Lawrence even took a step back, looking ready to sit on the seat on the opposite side.
However, before Paris Geller's buttocks sat down, he heard the wizard speak quietly: "Little... Cyril, come here."
Tone softly like a murmur.
Brian leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the dining table covered with the white tablecloth.
He crossed his slender fingers to his chin and looked at Cyril with a smile.
Paris Greer's body froze in midair.
For a while, the carriage was very quiet.
Embarrassment spreads.
However, Brian didn't care, just glanced at Paris Greer lightly.
Paris felt the same glance that the wizard swept over him as he had when he saw the cutlery on the long table.
Not the slightest temperature.
He felt cold, and gave up his seat very consciously.
Cyril was also sluggish for a moment.
After he reflected, his forehead jumped.
Good guy, Mr. Scott has brought him another wave of hatred.
Cyril felt that Paris was looking at him now with an angry and mournful expression like seeing a mistress who was unscrupulous.
This strange thought made him shiver.
Cyril subconsciously did not look at Mr. Scott's expression.
A pair of beautiful almond eyes stared straight at the lace embroidered tablecloth, as if to stare out the flowers on the tablecloth.
After this little episode, everyone consciously assigned their seats.
The two Abrahams sat at a table, and the Webbs sat at a table.
Paris Geller struggled for a while at their two tables and decided to sit at the other table by himself.
Brian didn't care about their seating arrangement, he stretched out his hand and took out the newspapers on the wooden shelf to read at random.
Seeing that the huge newspaper spread out covering Mr. Scott's face, Cyril quietly glanced over there.
Then his eyes were caught by the black ink writing on the newspaper.
Enlarged bold print reads "Bombing in suburb of Helenton! 13 killed! Moral corruption or distortion of humanity..."
Just as he was about to read on, the steam train let out a loud whistle.
"Woooo-"
The train leaves.