บท 672: I'm Actually Just a Chef

The steam train was like a magic beast that was gradually awakening, and white smoke began to funnel out from its chimney. The steam began to set the pistons in motion, and a screech rang out from the train as it prepared for its first journey.

"It really is moving!" Scheer's eyes immediately lit up. The white water vapor billowing out from the chimney was raising the humidity in the room slightly. After a brief hesitation, Scheer climbed into the seat behind Mag's.

If the steam engine was capable of doing what Mag and Hydle proclaimed it could, then it really was capable of changing the world. If that were the case, then the invention of this so-called train would be the first step of an almighty revolution.