Amidst the rushing river sounds, there was a humming of the clockwork turning.
Among dense banana forests and plantations, an iron-clad clockwork paddle steamer was sailing ahead, cutting through the waves.
Sitting at the top floor of the cabin, Horn opened a half window and frowned as he flipped through the intelligence handed over by Cheka.
As for Hilov, unusually she was not immersed in books, but instead enthusiastically watching the rainforest scenery outside the window.
Occasionally, she would stop her gaze at the hydraulic sugar mill workshops on either side, watching the workers carrying sugar water and sugar blocks back and forth, up and down.
Only what she didn't know was, ten years ago, this place was mostly swamps, small patches of farmland, and barren beaches.
