Time moves forward, Anthony reaches out his hand to lift the curtain, his gaze cast out from the carriage, carefully appreciating the night of Old Dunling. Although he holds a high position, it is his first time in Old Dunling, and every corner here is a novelty for him.
It is like a strange new continent, each place capable of bringing surprises to a foreigner.
Towers emitting hot steam, furnaces blazing furiously, steam seeping from beneath the surface, and the giant whales circling the sky.
These are things unseen in Florence, even Anthony cannot help but feel a slight tremor of reverence for this advanced city.
"How does it feel?"
Arthur asked the newly arrived traveler; after receiving Anthony, the carriage headed straight for the embassy. This was the first contact between the two nations in many years. Arthur tried to act assertively and did not allow Anthony any time for rest, pulling him directly onto his carriage.
