Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 577 Gwen Boards the Train

Gwen quickly boarded the train. When the expeditionary force in charge of the station saw the form in Gwen's hand, they did not hesitate to pull two people off the train to make room for her.

"This, this isn't right, is it?" Gwen was taken aback. She had thought there would be empty seats on the bus, but it turned out that people were cutting in line.

"Don't worry, these are all nobles who are going to be tried. If they get on the train a little later, their trial will be a little later. They'll be happy about that."

Gwen nodded and walked toward the platform with her luggage.

"Come this way, let's go through security. Open these two suitcases and take a look." The expeditionary force officer in charge of security pointed to Gwen's two large suitcases.

Gwen didn't have many personal belongings. She had been leading the expeditionary force in battle, and she couldn't keep anything but her life. Sometimes she even lost half her life on the battlefield.

But this time, she brought quite a lot of things in large and small bags.

“This is my armor, and this is my longsword.” Gwen handed over a wooden box with one hand. The security guard took it casually, then stumbled from the weight and almost fell.

"Why is it so heavy?!"

"Is it heavy?" Gwen asked, somewhat puzzled, as she reached out and lifted it. "It's only about a hundred pounds, not heavy at all?"

One hundred pounds
Normally, a full suit of plate armor weighs less than seventy pounds. Any heavier and it would be too physically demanding. Gwen's box weighs a hundred pounds, which is quite exaggerated.

The expeditionary force member in charge of security twitched his face, gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to finally take the box.

"Hmm, the armor is fine, it's well-maintained." The silver armor didn't have many ornate decorations, but...

“That’s right, I’ve loved this armor since I was a child, and I wear it everywhere I go!” Gwen proudly puffed out her chest.

Have you liked it since you were little?

The expeditionary force suddenly sensed something was wrong, but couldn't quite figure out the key point.

"Wait, weapons are not allowed on trains!" the security officer realized.

“Oh, I have Archbishop Alexei’s special permission.” Gwen waved the paper in her hand.

"Alright then, open this box too."

Gwen opened the box, and the security guard stared in silence at Nora inside.

"Uh, this was also specially approved by Alexei."

".OK."

The security officer wiped the sweat from his brow and hesitantly pointed to the last box: "This one doesn't contain any contraband, does it?"

“No, no, absolutely not!” Gwen quickly said, and opened the box.

Inside the box, a gleaming Gatling gun lay quietly.

The security guard's face went from white to green, and then gradually turned black.

"This...was also granted by Archbishop Alexei with special permission?"

"No, this was granted with special permission by the lord."

Seeing the security guard's face gradually turn red, Gwen quickly rummaged through her pockets and offered him a small notebook.

"A gun license, personally issued by the Lord, allowing me to carry this gun with me." Gwen was still somewhat unaccustomed to calling Hughes "Lord." These refugees of the White Ravens had been wandering for a long time and were used to being unwanted.

With a complicated expression, the train attendant flipped through the ID card, checked it several times to make sure there were no problems, and then closed the ID card and handed it back.

“Your documents are fine, you can carry this gun.” He hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn’t help asking, “To be honest, there are plenty of Gatling guns on Blood Harbor and on the train, why do you insist on carrying it yourself?”

A hand-cranked Gatling gun weighs nearly 100 kilograms, or more than 200 pounds. Even without the tripod or wheels, it weighs over 70 kilograms, making it virtually impossible for a single soldier to carry.

Of course, it was quite easy for Gwen to handle. She could fight wearing a full suit of plate armor, with a longsword at her waist and a Gatling gun in her hand, and she could still hop and skip around, making her a veritable White Raven Superman.

Gwen patted the heavy machine gun in the box and smiled: "She has separation anxiety, she's clingy, and doesn't want to leave."

Security inspector: "."

Nora: "."

Nora: "Wait, where did you hear the term separation anxiety?"

"Didn't Mr. Richard come to treat the people of the Silent Sanctuary a while ago? He and the lord studied it for a long time and came up with a diagnosis together."

"Isn't Richard a doctor? Can he treat guns?"

Gwen scratched her head, somewhat puzzled: "What's the difference?"

"Of course there's a difference. Does a stoker need a medical license? When he argues with the boiler, does that count as a medical dispute? Are the salvage boats that salvage sunken ships in Beigang considered body retrievers? How can they be the same?"

"Is that so?" Gwen looked dazed. She glanced at the Gatling gun in her arms and gave a silly smile. "It's all good. Actually, I like carrying it around too."

Nora was completely speechless. She glanced at the stunned security guard and suddenly had a premonition.

Gwen might not go crazy on this trip to Castells, but I probably will.

After some twists and turns, I finally got on the train.

With a whistle, the steam engine roared and the train began to accelerate with a clatter. Gwen gripped the window frame and leaned out to look at the wasteland on both sides.

This was her first time leaving the North.

Castells, Bloodharbor, those southern islands no longer have the year-round snowstorms, nor do they have the rugged stone churches of the North.

Gwen felt a mix of trepidation and excitement. She stretched her hand out the window to feel the cold wind of the North, and couldn't help but smile.

The train travels along the railway, the fields on both sides rushing past, and occasionally some animals such as coyotes will chase the train, only to be quickly left behind.

Gwen acted like a child, touching and looking at everything, while holding Nora, whose eyes were already vacant and who had given up trying to persuade her, and running around the car.

After touring many carriages, she arrived at the engine room, the most heavily armored part of the entire train. In addition to several machine gun bunkers on the roof, there was also a steam engine that powered the train.

The stoker was shoveling coal when he saw Gwen and grinned, clearly recognizing the special passenger. He leaned on his shovel and stepped aside to let Gwen walk up and see the steam engine.

Gwen thanked him, then curiously looked at the steam engine, put Nora aside, and reached out to the boiler to try and communicate with it.

"How was it? Did you feel the machine's spirit?" The stoker next to him asked with a smile, his arms crossed.

"I sensed it; it said it was busy and told me to go play somewhere else."

The stoker blinked in surprise: "Does it mean something so complicated?"

"It's not that complicated, it just means one thing - get lost."

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(End of this chapter)