บท 1119: Borcen

As a vital transportation gateway, the steel platform was busy and crowded, filled with a variety of equipment, locomotives, and carriages that yet to be assembled. The supervisor's zinc house at the edge of the platform looked like it was going to fall off the ledge. Busy workers were running around the equipment, preparing for the next train, or repairing the ones damaged by the magic radiation. Almost no one had noticed the sudden appearance of the uninvited guests on the platform. As several burly supervisors were standing on the tower platform, any lazy behavior would not be able to escape their eyes. Compared to the wages they would receive after work, a group of strangely-dressed people suddenly emerging out of nowhere seemed insignificant.