Old Dunling, a beautiful miracle city, steel and machinery, wealth and power, every word to describe it can arouse people's most primitive desires, but too many people are blinded by desires and have never thought about the price of all this, or the people at the bottom of the pyramid.
Fortunately, the cold winter wind had not yet gone away, and the cold air was not too smelly, but even so, Lorenzo couldn't help but frown.
Dead fish float on the surface of the river, all kinds of filth are dumped into it at will, and germs and death are brewing in it.
Hundreds of years ago, the Black Death swept across the Western world. People died one after another. The high mortality rate drove everyone to the brink of madness and even affected the rule of the Evangelical Church. Under endless death, people no longer believed in the illusory God, and their solid faith began to waver.
Those were dark times, but there is always light at the end of the darkness.
The course of history is slowly advancing. Under the shadow of death, order collapses and people are no longer pious. Instead of practicing asceticism, it is better to enjoy life in time. So among the corpses and bones, the brilliance of humanities and arts rises in the rotting bodies, and after a not too distant time, the accumulation explodes into a literary and artistic renaissance.
With this tragic history in mind, when the Mechanical Institute began to design the overall structure of Old Dunling, they also added sanitary facilities to the furnace pillars. The water flow carried away the filth, and after several purification processes and combustion in the boiler, it turned into mist and returned to the earth.
Of course, sometimes they would pour hundreds of tons of disinfectant into the furnace pillars, and in the dead of night, the atomized gas would purify the entire city... Of course, they could also pour something else, such as alchemical potions that would speed up the disappearance of pollution.
It's like a self-circulating ecosystem, but this system is made up of steel and fire, and after so many years of operation, it's pretty good.
"It stinks," Lorenzo said.
Although the Mechanical Institute has done its best, the water quality here is still worrying before being purified by the Furnace Pillars. Fortunately, they will not stay for too long. They will flow all the way out of the western estuary and merge into the sea again.
"Welcome to the lower class, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes," Price said seriously.
People are busy unloading cargo at the dock, but even so, they can't earn much money in a day. This is also the fate of most illegal immigrants. Without formal identity, they can only work illegally, get low wages, and finally hide in the chaotic downtown area.
This is the living condition of most of the old Dunling people. There is no glory or wealth, and everyone is just a small cog in the machine.
"You'll get used to it, Lorenzo," said Press. He thought that this guy who had been hanging out in the downtown area for so long would have gotten used to this.
The two men moved forward on the dock, and after searching for the illegal immigrants, the cargo ship was seized and remained docked at the dock, unable to leave.
"Let's see if there are any clues on the ship first... Although no matter what the clues are, we may have to go to the downtown area in the end..."
Press didn't say more.
The downtown area is a chaotic place, but it also has its own order in the chaos. Generally speaking, when the illegal immigrants arrive there, Press has to worry about their personal safety. There is no need for the police to catch them back. When they can't stand it in the downtown area anymore, they will leave on their own.