Chapter 352: Chapter 141: Mechanical Equipment from a Different Era
Translator: 549690339
A luxurious steam train drove into the Upper City of Sinless City through the ore layer tunnel.
The moment the train pulled into the station, the conductor was already waiting by the side, respectfully standing at the door to greet the guests alighting from each carriage.
Unlike the filthy and noisy station in Lower City, the passengers disembarking from this train were either rich or important.
They donned dazzling outfits, carried boastful expressions, and were often accompanied by a few guards and housekeepers.
From the lead carriage, a youthful man dressed in a crisp white suit emerged.
He was wearing a bowler hat, shiny and valuable white leather shoes, and held a pure silver tiger head cane in his hand.
The most eye-catching feature was the antique black and yellow cross emblem hanging in front of his left chest.
Just as he alighted, an old butler waiting close by noticed the emblem and bowed to the young man saying, “Honorable baron, your car is waiting for you outside the station.”
The young man in the suit looked at him, a slightly arrogant smile curling up at the corner of his mouth, “Hm.”
Yes, this man was Leonard Churchill.
Reuel Bible had used X Bureau’s resources to arrange a disguise of nobility for him, now called Charles.
He was an inherited baron who had been destitute for a hundred years, possessing only a title, with no territories or duties.
The Old Continent is akin to an undeveloped gold mine in the eyes of the Federalists.
Many such fallen nobles have recently come to Sinless City.
They’re all trying to seize the opportunity, hoping for the chance to reclaim their noble glory.
Besides, this Charles is not fictional.
Should anyone investigate, they’ll find out that such a character does exist.
In the remote Moen City within the rich Ore Layer, there is indeed a town called Lilley Town where traces of this family’s life can be found.
This “replacement tactic” substantially eliminates all external possibilities of exposure.
Leonard Churchill found it ideal.
The concept of the nobility system had already been abolished two hundred years ago when the Federation was established.
Not much later peculiarly, after the upper echelons of the Federation gradually monopolized power and solidified classes, they believed it necessary to distinguish the superiority and inferiority from ordinary people by lineage. The system of noble caste was resurrected.
At this point, anyone wielding a bit of power will establish a background story with their ancestors being certain nobility, priding themselves on it.
It s the threshold of upper-class society.
Without such a lineage, no matter how wealthy one can become, they will be considered a nouveau riche without any reserves.
Charles’s family is indeed a long-standing noble family.
But besides the title, he has nothing.
Under his Charles persona, he is a lover of combat, a speculator, hoping to get rich overnight through alliances with the powerful.
Using his noble status, he borrowed some money from the Federal Bank to have a fresh start in Sinless City.
Leonard Churchill is a professional actor.
After reading through Charles’s character script a few times, he easily got into the role.
This stationmaster named Old Weaver was also hired through an agency as a professional butler earlier on.
They were strangers to each other.
After they boarded a rented sedan, they drove a few kilometers past the station and arrived at a small apartment.
This was also Leonard Churchill’s first visit to Upper City of Sinless City.
The moment he got out of the car, his vision was filled with magnificent lights.
The size of the Upper City is less than a tenth of the Lower City. Yet, it exudes an aura of luxury and nobility.
Neatly lined up were beautiful white and red bungalows, clean streets, brightly lit street lamps, and brightly blooming flower beds alongside the streets.
The gentlemen on the street were all dressed in suits and shoes; ladies and young girls were elegant and gorgeous.
It’s a contrasting scene from that of Lower City, which is filled with hunters roaming around.
On the small hill nearby, there was a lavish, Gothic-style castle, which is the residence of the Miller Family.
This was Leonard Churchill’s first visit, and he was secretly amazed.
But as soon as he got off the car, an arrogant mood washed over him and in a reluctant tone, he complained, “Sinless City is such a filthy and sinful countryside-”
As if even breathing the air here would pollute his noble baron’s blood.
Hearing this, Butler Weaver respectfully bent lower and led him into the small apartment at No. 233 Maple Street.
This apartment had also been rented in advance.
Upon their arrival, two maids and a cook were already there.
Having housekeepers is a necessity.
A noble has a reputation to uphold. Even if all the money in their pocket is borrowed, their face-value can’t be disparaged.
But renting the apartment and hiring the maids had already cost a lot.
Charles” needs to figure out a way to make money in Sinless City as soon as possible.
As Leonard Churchill walked in, a maid immediately surfaced to help him with his overcoat, hat, and walking cane.
The old butler pointed to a pile of invitation cards on the table saying, “Sir
Charles, hearing that you were to arrive today, the nobles and wealthy businessmen in the city are eager to meet you. These are their visiting cards…” The butler spoke very highly of them.
Leonard Churchill simply cast an eye on the pile. These weren’t nobles. They were simply visiting cards from the XX Commerce Guild and such.
Hereditary nobles can pass on their noble blood through their descendants.
It’s a bit like being a human stud.
A lot of wealthy businessmen wanting to break into the upper class are willing to marry into destitute nobility. It helps to elevate the bloodline of their family.
At that moment, Butler Weaver handed over another invitation with a seal engraved with a long spear and a two-headed hawk. He stressed, “This one is the most important. The Lord’s Manor is hosting a banquet tonight, inviting all the nobles of the city…”
Leonard Churchill glanced at it and said nonchalantly, “Alright.”
His arrival today was precisely for that banquet.