One year is a very short time for the development of a country, and even more so for the progress and development of technology.

After the expulsion of the Arcane Empire, the technology of the world of Assatom not only did not develop, but also regressed, and the society also regressed.

Now the Kurkut Empire in the Mendes Continent is just retrieving what they once had, and their current 'technological progress' is just retrieving what those arcanists have already studied, and due to the great restrictions, they can't let go of their hands to research, until now, their technology is not much higher than more than two hundred years ago.

The development of such an epoch-making invention as a steam locomotive in one year was enough to make the researchers of the Imperial Manufacturing Department and the Imperial R&D Department excited and proud.

They are going to change the world - this is not a joke, not a goal, but a fact that no one can deny.

Something that changes the world has appeared in the world, but the opportunity to change the world is not in their hands.

"Lord Gregory, Lord Calvin, I can only get you here. The driver informed the two of them.

This is in front of the gate of the 'Eternal Day Palace', and in front of it is the gate of the Eternal Day Palace, next to the towering wall.

Two columns of imposing palace guards stood on either side of the gate, their eyes fixed on the modest carriage in front of the palace.

Anyone could come to the palace gates, not even a beggar—as long as he could get through the guards of the Upper City—but no one was allowed to enter the palace except for those of 'honorable status'.

The side door of the carriage was gently opened, and Gregory, who was dressed in a well-dressed carchole, stepped down first, and his silver-white cane was also held in his hand.

When they saw him, the palace guards withdrew their gaze.

This lord is a big celebrity in front of His Majesty, although he is only a new nobleman, but His Majesty's trust and favoritism in him far exceed that of most old nobles.

Anyone who could ride in the same car with this lord, even if it was not a nobleman they knew, they would let them go.

"It's so hot......"

Calvin tugged at his collar and stepped out of the carriage.

Instead of the yellowed white coat he had always wore, he wore a neat aristocratic garment, which he had only worn during the last time he had been ordained, and after that, even when he met Caesar XIII, he would only change into a cleaner and neater outfit as a sign of respect.

His messy hair was also combed neatly, and although his face was pale, there were also many noble children in Moro City who also had this complexion.

The palace guards were completely relieved this time, although they didn't know this person, but he was dressed luxuriously, and one piece was comparable to their salary for three or four months, and they knew that his identity was extraordinary at a glance.

In order to gain a chance, Calvin had to maintain basic decency if he was to show his face in front of the 'traditional' old aristocracy, otherwise they would have some bad feelings about him in the first place.

It's troublesome and hot, but now that Calvin has decided to do it, he's going to do it.

When Gregory and Calvin reached the palace gate, they were stopped by two guards, as was customary.

The two of them took out the noble medals that had been prepared a long time ago - the two of them were 'new nobles', and they still had things that should be there besides the territory.

The guard looked through it, silently remembered Calvin's appearance and family crest, and let him go.

After passing through the palace gates, the first thing that catches their eyes is the front garden, where verdant greenery and colorful flowers dot the cold marble floor, adding a bit of life to the majestic palace vestibule.

Behind the gates of the palace there is a straight road, on which there are three fountains, large to small, and around a fountain, a square is built.

This is also the place where the heirs of the royal family and the children of the nobility are trained on weekdays, the small square, the middle square, and the large square represent three levels, and the larger the square area, the weaker the strength, and this rule does not allow transgression.

This kind of competition is fierce, but it also represents 'vitality' and 'vitality' in a sense, and only constant change can ensure that a country's vitality will not decline.

The road from the gate of the palace to the antechamber of the palace can only be walked by oneself except for those who are physically disabled and have difficulty with their hands and feet, and although the road is long, no one has ever challenged this rule, whether it is a great nobleman or His Majesty the Emperor.

After passing through the small square, they will see a long staircase, and the palace of the Eternal Day Palace is on the top of the steps.

It took several renovations by the royal family to form its current size, but the last time it was expanded was hundreds of years ago, and since then, although it has been renovated twice, it has not been expanded.

Under the scorching sun, they walked slowly down the steps, and neither of them complained, but their mood became heavier and heavier.

Several of the great nobles and His Majesty Caesar XIII were already waiting for them in front of them, and they were not considered late, they just needed some time to prepare something.

Passing through the antechamber of the palace, they were led by the attendants to a large hall door.

The attendants tapped on the door, and each blow was like a gavel landing on their hearts, making their hearts beat faster and their chests ache slowly.

The door slowly opened, and the two of them looked at each other, took a deep breath, and walked into the hall as they walked into the hall.

"See Your Majesty!"

As they entered the hall, they knelt down on one knee and bowed their heads to the honored man who sat at the top.

The Emperor of the Ogordon Empire did not look old, even though he was forty or fifty years old, but he looked like he had just entered middle age, and there was no sign of aging at all.

Caesar XIII had flaxen hair, brown eyes that were not cloudy at all, and at first glance they seemed ordinary, but at second and third glances, you could feel that he was extraordinary.

He seemed so harmonious with everything around him, he didn't look at all like the rumored powerful emperor.

The majesty on his body is not even comparable to the few big nobles sitting at the bottom of him, and he looks like he is just an approachable middle-aged uncle.

However, he is the emperor of this mighty empire, Caesar XIII!

Caesar XIII waved his hand, "I won't talk nonsense, Gregory, Calvin, you say that you have built that 'steam locomotive' and want to put it into use immediately...... Is that really that powerful?"

Calvin nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty, if you don't suggest it, I have a 'model' here, and you can see with your own eyes what kind of magic the steam locomotive is." ”

"Oh?" Caesar XIII smiled slightly, and suddenly became interested, "Then Calvinqing, take it out and take a look." ”

Several of the great nobles did not speak, because they were also somewhat interested.

Calvin, who had been prepared, grinned, the first step of the plan had been successful.

He and Gregory pulled out a scaled-down 'model' of a steam locomotive from the space bag - powered by magic, of course, as they hadn't yet had the skills to build such a small steam engine.

The taciturn Gregory and Calvin worked together to assemble the steam locomotive and the matching model railroad on site.

The model was not large, at most the size of a round table, but the distinctive appearance of the steam locomotive immediately attracted the attention of Caesar XIII.

That feeling...... It's like the first time he'd seen a steam engine at a dwarf's place!

Not 'beauty', but a feeling that shook his heart, but couldn't say what was going on......

To put it in a witty phrase, it's 'so cool'!