It's not just time that's fast, but also the "Prince's Train".
The passengers standing in the smoking area hadn't finished their lit cigars yet, and the speeding carriage had already crossed the border of Thunder County.
When the red-painted carriage passed the station of Campbell Castle, a flowing painting immediately appeared before the passengers' eyes.
The bustling towns turned into forests and farmland, quickly becoming sheep and streams, scattered windmills and cooking smoke, and then another town and farmland ensued.
The Campbell people on horseback had never measured their land underfoot like today.
And "Mother," this abstract metaphor, was at this moment endowed with an unprecedented concrete concept!
"Saint Sis above, so the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range really has ten thousand peaks..." murmured Debicco, puffing on a cigar, as another carriage was left far behind.
He heard the excited conversations of several musicians by his ears.
