What happened?

All the nobles who were going to spend the winter in Moro received an invitation from Caesar XIII, who did not understand what was happening, and the invitation did not say anything on the invitation, but only asked them to attend an 'opening ceremony'.

However, they did not even know what 'traffic' was, only that all the nobles were invited, even if they were down, and that even some wealthy merchants were invited.

It's winter, and the temperature outside is already very low, although there is not much difference between outdoor and indoor for civilians, but if you stay indoors, at least you won't be hit by the bone-chilling wind.

Extended carriages began to appear on the streets to transport workers to and from work, and the carriages were very crowded, and the horses were naturally not good horses, but such an attitude was enough to make the workers cry grateful.

Although many nobles scoffed at this as a waste of money, their attitude did not prevent Gregory from continuing the method.

The money for hiring a carriage is a drop in the bucket for the manufacturing department, and what is more important is the 'word of mouth' in comparison.

The steam engine is so easy to use, in order to enhance the national strength of the empire, factories must be opened all over the empire in the future, and it is impossible for the manufacturing department to establish factories throughout the empire, otherwise the manufacturing department will become extremely bloated, and the whole will be irreversibly bureaucratic management.

In the future, aristocrats and wealthy merchants would set up their own factories, and once there was a comparison, people would flock to the factories under the Ministry of Manufacturing.

This was also one of the 'tricks' he learned from the Duchy of Sorrow, after which the nobles and wealthy merchants either waited for the factories to go bankrupt or had to choose to raise their salaries, because the factories needed a lot of manpower, and the nobles and wealthy merchants could not have so many slaves.

As for the problem of the reduction of grain production and the overpopulation of the cities as a result of the influx of peasants into the cities after the increase in the treatment of the factories, Gregory could not solve it, because the other lords were not as decisive as their Majesty, and they could not raise the wages of the peasants......

Thinking of this, Gregory, who got into the carriage and was about to go to the 'locomotive station', couldn't help but frown.

Looking out the window with some wistfulness, the locomotive station was almost half a city away from the manufacturing department, and he could see many horse-drawn carriages heading in the same direction as him as he walked through the seemingly bustling streets of Moro.

Just as he had proposed to His Majesty, His Majesty invited all the nobles of Morone to show the self-proclaimed noble 'hillbillies' the power of the steam engine.

Although they certainly couldn't comprehend the sheer mechanical beauty, it was enough to shock them.

The civilians in the city couldn't help but look in, there was already a little cold street with a torrent of carriages passing through, and the speed of pulling horses was not very fast, but when thousands of horses stepped on the hooves, the sound became extraordinarily grand.

The energetic steed pulled the heavy carriage, and the coachman held the reins tightly in his hands, and his waist was unusually straight.

One lavishly decorated carriage after another passed in front of them, and the civilians craned their necks, their mouths slightly open, their eyes dizzying.

There were a few plain-looking carriages mixed in with the torrent, and not many people noticed, and even if they did, they didn't say anything.

The owners of these carriages knew at a glance that they were nobles, and their family badges were hung on the side of the carriages, and those who could walk with the nobles must be nobles, so how could commoners talk about nobles?

The sight passed through the transparent glass and fell on the horses pulling the carts, and Marshal Wenders sighed silently, those are all good horses, if these horses do not appear here, but appear on the battlefield, then with this number, they can bring a small victory to the Empire.

Closing his eyes, Marshal Wenders leaned back in the soft chair, touched his gray hair, remembered his age, and couldn't help but be a little irritable.

"Grandfather, where are we going?"

His grandson and granddaughter were lying on the other side of the window, looking at the traffic outside the window, excitedly asking questions to their grandfather.

"Go...... Station!" frowned and thought for a moment before Marshal Wenders remembered the term.

His son and daughter-in-law were sitting in another carriage, and they had already set off first.

Marshal Wenders couldn't understand what His Majesty was thinking, because he had already seen the steam engine, and although he didn't quite understand what a steam locomotive was, what was there to look at in the 'car'?

Even if this is a new invention, there is no need to 'invite' the nobles of the entire imperial capital to come and watch, right?

Not only the nobles with knighthoods, but also their relatives were invited, otherwise Marshal Wenders would not have brought his grandson and granddaughter with him this time.

With a stomach full of doubts, Marshal Wenders came to the 'station' in the north of the city.

"Wow-"

Before he got off the carriage, Marshal Wenders's grandchildren already knew that there were many cars here, but after getting off the carriage, they couldn't help but exclaim when they saw the whole picture of this place.

The mischievous grandson even climbed onto the roof of the car, looked left and right, and looked around with excitement to find that the clearing was already full of carriages.

"Homir, come down. Marshal Wenders said softly.

As a rare nobleman who insists on knightly education, he hopes that his children and grandchildren can be naughty rather than cultivate a nobleman who is becoming more and more girls and can't even see blood, so that at least this empire can still have a serious officer in the future.

Holding his excited grandson and his other hand holding his granddaughter, who was full of curiosity but very quiet, Marshal Wenders slowly walked to the gate of the station.

He had already seen a group of people crowded here just now, and now when he walked over to see it, it was indeed those nobles.

Looking at those noble heirs who stayed quietly by their parents' side and didn't even dare to show their curiosity, Marshal Wenders wanted to laugh a little, but he couldn't.

Because these children are the future of this empire......

The autumn sun is very hot, many elegant ladies have parasols, and many aristocratic little girls also have a small umbrella in their hands, but many men are sweating hot, but they are still talking and laughing.

This seemed to be a sign of his manhood, but Marshal Wenders saw that the thick foundation on their faces had already flowed down their necks with sweat.

All of them are fat, where do they look like?

Looking at them, Marshal Wenders couldn't help but sigh again.

People stood in different ranks, with those with high titles and official positions at the front, and then slowly declining as the ranks lengthened, until at the end of the ranks, where there were 'lifelong nobles' and wealthy merchants who did not even have titles.

Marshal Wenders didn't care, and his grandson and granddaughter were a little afraid of life, and they were silent when they came to a crowded place.

But it didn't take long for the naughty grandson to start being naughty again.

He raised his head, looked at his grandfather with a pair of innocent big eyes, did not deliberately lower his voice, and asked curiously: "Grandfather, why do those men wear makeup, so ugly!"

Even as the men were making their own high-pitched speeches, the little boy's voice was particularly piercing, and they glared back angrily, only to suddenly see the old man.

Marshal Wenders kindly patted his grandson on the shoulder, shook his head and said, "This is a question, grandfather also wants to know ......"

"So grandfather, you don't know everything!" the grandson was a little disappointed.

Marshal Wenders raised an eyebrow, but he didn't know how to refute it.

At this time, a voice sounded in the front row: "Thank you for accepting my invitation and gathering here, you must have been waiting for a long time, right?"

The owner of this voice is the reason why these nobles can wait so patiently here - their Emperor His Majesty, Caesar XIII.

At this moment, the crowd suddenly became noisy, and it was all hypocritical words.

Caesar XIII pretended not to hear anything, laughed twice, and stretched out his hand to silence the nobles.

"You've been waiting for a long time, so I'm not going to talk nonsense, and the next time will be the time to witness the concrete manifestation of our human intelligence!

Caesar XIII's words fell, and the door behind him was opened in both directions.

The crowd poured into the station at the foot of His Majesty the Emperor, and Marshal Wenders stood at the end of the line, and the nobles and wealthy merchants on either side smiled flatteringly at him, and pulled away his somewhat reluctant wife and children, making way for the old man.

Walking through the antechamber, Marshal Wenders couldn't help but widen his eyes as soon as he stepped onto the platform.

Beyond people's heads, what appeared in front of him was a behemoth!

It's a giant mechanical monster!(https:)

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