"This is the shortest route from Theater Square to the pier."
Under the dim street lights, Lorenzo sat on the steps of the square, while Hebode beside him picked up the map and pointed out the route for him.
Because of its coastal trade, Maluri's economy is very developed, and its buildings are correspondingly large. The entire city is developing abnormally and is extremely crowded.
As soon as he saw this place, Lorenzo got a headache. He began to miss the old Dunling. Although it was also crowded there, at least there were iron snakes as the main means of transportation. But here, the streets were full of galloping carriages, like horse races, with smoke and dust flying.
"We need some good horses, preferably war horses," Hebold said. "It will be a mess, and we will have to blindfold the horses."
"Where should they be placed?" Lorenzo asked, "The two events must be carried out at the same time. In this way, this place will definitely be filled with Orthodox believers, and the surrounding streets may be paralyzed and temporarily controlled."
In front of such a crowded crowd, even a war horse could not run fast and might even be dragged down.
"How can we leave without a warhorse? Even if we run as fast as we can, it will take at least 20 minutes to reach the dock, assuming there are no enemies blocking our way."
Hebode frowned. The plan was much more difficult to implement than he thought.
The plan came to a standstill. Lorenzo looked up at the somewhat empty theater square.
It had already gotten dark, but there were no lights on, so everything was pitch black and the only thing that could be seen were figures not far away.
The two wounded, Hong Jian and Irene, were sent back first, but Lorenzo was still a little worried. When leaving, he tied Irene's hands with shackles and gave the key to Hong Jian.
After suffering a loss once, Red Falcon was much more alert this time. He threw the key into the sewer right in front of Irene, and then dragged her back to the hotel to rest. It was unclear how the two of them got along.
Eve stood not far away. After all, she was still a little girl. There were too many things in this foreign country that could attract her. While Lorenzo and Heberd discussed the plan, she walked around the theater square and chased pigeons for a while.
It was getting dark and Eve couldn't see the pigeons anymore, but after a while a light came on on the street.
It was an old man, holding a long pole in his hand with flames burning at the top. He walked to the street lamp, inserted the burning pole into the lampshade, and then bright light emerged from it.
"What is he doing?"
Eve walked closer to Lorenzo, sat next to the two of them, and asked curiously.
"The lamplighter."
Lorenzo glanced up and explained.
"The lamplighter?"
Eve was obviously not familiar with this strange profession.
"Yes, Maluri is different from Old Dunling. Old Dunling is a city of advancement and technology. Through the efforts of the Perpetual Motion Pump, large-scale electricity has been used in the inner city. Even outside the inner city, electric lights are used so that light can always protect us."
Lorenzo slowly spoke about the technological differences between the two countries.