11:55.
It is five minutes to midnight. The bustling inner city is beginning to come to an end. There are fewer pedestrians on the streets. Mounted police officers are patrolling along specific routes with whistles and rifles in their mouths.
Although the prosperity began to decline, the singing around the buildings could still be heard, and the intoxicating aroma of wine made the air sweet. Thick white fog slowly rose, which was steam from underground, but unlike the simple and crude emission method of the outer city, it rose silently from the cracks in the ground and enveloped everything.
Eve rarely saw the inner city late at night. Usually, she was curled up in her soft bed by then, not hanging out with a psychopathic detective.
Looking to the side, Lorenzo beside him seemed to be waiting for something, constantly looking at the time on his pocket watch.
Lorenzo has been like this since the two of them left the restaurant. The great detective kept looking at the time and the surroundings as if he was looking for something, without saying a word. Eve could only follow him like this.
The fog covered everything. From the Zeppelin airship in the night sky, it looked like a white ocean. Spires and bell towers rose from the gray fog, and the electric lights dotted among them like fireflies.
"We're here."
Suddenly Lorenzo said this and stood on the side of the road with Eve.
"here?"
Eve was a little confused. They were on a platform, which was a steam tram station. But according to the sign, the last train had stopped running two hours ago.
The surroundings were filled with hazy gray fog. The hot steam heated the evening breeze, blowing on Eve's face. The warm feeling was as if there was a monster lurking behind the fog and sending a breath of air.
The girl subconsciously grabbed her skirt, and what was hidden underneath was not beautiful thighs, but dangerous weapons.
"Yes, here."
Lorenzo suddenly said in a deep voice, looking behind the fog.
"The old Dunling steam trams have actually been operating at a loss. The ticket prices for transporting passengers are not enough to cover the costs. It has always been the taxes from big entrepreneurs that have supported these. So in order to alleviate the problem, the steam trams have also been rented out and sold."
His sight moved to the bottom of the platform, where the metal rails were reflecting a luster, but as Lorenzo looked at it, the luster began to tremble.
"You, the noble class, should be able to access this. The company will rent or sell carriages to private individuals, and when they need to travel, they can directly use the locomotive to run the train. Your Phoenix family is stronger, and you directly built a train.
Nobles usually decorate their carriages magnificently, like a small palace. When there is a banquet, this mobile palace will stop in front of the guests' house, and the servants will bow and salute, waiting for them to attend the banquet.
Lorenzo said something Eve wouldn't know.
"But there are other uses, such as a certain earl who would embrace his lover in a carriage that is completely isolated from the driver's cab. The driver would not know what was happening in the carriage behind him. They would continue on the tracks of Old Dunling until the earl asked to go home."
Eve frowned slightly, revealing a somewhat disgusted expression.
"How do you know?"