Under the moonlight, the fountain Angel was sprinkling water like a shower; the once dilapidated Mechanical Palace looked much more flourishing after more than a year of restoration.
The autumn wind blew the moonlight over everyone's shoulders, and several thrushes hid among the branches, emitting sharp and prolonged calls.
Surrounded by gendarmes and maids, a few acquainted people slowly walked along the stone-paved road.
To be honest, it was Moliat's first time entering this Mechanical Palace.
She curiously glanced around, marveling at the aqueducts and small water-driven devices, particularly captivated by a small water-driven clock.
Intricate gears meshed with each other, the iron lines under the impact of water continuously pulling, colliding with steel pins on the cedar scrolls, making the clock produce crisp clanging sounds like playing a piano.
After witnessing the novelty, Moliat turned her attention back to Horn, Jeanne, and Hilov who were leading the way.
