Chapter 560: Successfully sent myself in with one operation
Countless points of light illuminated the dark night of Blood Harbor, and their number was gradually increasing.
The lamplighter carried a ladder and walked to each street lamp. He climbed up the ladder, then took out the key from his bosom, unlocked the lampshade, held the tiny flame in his hand and put it into the lamp. Then a starry light appeared in the night.
The brightness of night lights was once used to measure the level of development of a region. This indicator actually has many problems, but in this era, it can really be used to reflect the degree of industrialization.
It was not that Alvarez had never seen gas lamps before. He had seen this novelty in the Rhine a long time ago. He was amazed by the bright flame and even thought about getting a few at home. However, the complicated pipeline design eventually made him give up the idea and he only kept some lanterns.
This type of fixed-installed gas lamp relies on underground pipes to supply gas. The cast iron pipes not only require regular maintenance, but also the gas pressure must be controlled. Otherwise, the gas lamp will either not light up or will flicker continuously.
All of this requires systematic industrialization, which is impossible in the North.
But the Rhine did have industrialization, albeit very basic and with a small coverage, but it was still industrialization, and the Rhine became the jewel in the crown of the empire.
Alvarez once yearned for the Rhine and the twinkling lights at night. If he were not constrained by his status, he would have bought an estate in the Rhine to experience the prosperity of the empire.
But all these ideals and desires were shattered at this moment, like a thin layer of snow melting under the scorching sun at noon.
Yes, the Blood Harbor is the scorching sun.
There was no longer a dim, flickering firelight, but streets and factories that were as bright as day.
The workers who were getting off work went to the stall exhausted to pack two portions of fried fish. Not far away, young people were walking towards the night school, laughing and joking. The night watchman of the secret order was wearing a hooded robe, his face could not be seen clearly, and the short-barreled shotgun on his waist occasionally reflected a dark light.
The distant hum of the factory, the trains constantly coming and going in the station, and the twinkling lights make up the vibrant night in Blood Harbor.
Alvarez rubbed his eyes, his face a mixture of confusion and surprise.
People of this era had never seen such a brilliant night scene. Even though he was a duke, his imagination of the night was nothing more than dim salons and balls in the house.
And before his eyes was the entire lit city, the city that never sleeps that had dispelled the darkness.
Alvarez just stood there in a daze, his fat body blocking the door, and the expeditionary force responsible for escorting him took a lot of effort to push him out.
"Oh, sorry, I just, I mean, oh my god, this is a miracle."
The expeditionary soldier beside him, who was breathing heavily, replied unhappily: "It is indeed a miracle. I was begging on the street a year ago. I never thought I would be like this today. But you can't block the door!"
Alvaro looked up and down at the soldier who spoke with some surprise, and was not sure whether he was joking. Such a great city must have taken decades to build, right?
It took him half a year to repair the wall of his duke's mansion.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my uncle is a country boy and doesn't have much knowledge."
Hunter hurriedly came up to apologize, pushed and dragged Alvarez forward, and did not forget to make a few sarcastic remarks to him.
Alvarez was sent directly to the courtroom, which was not far from the station. Yes, although it was already dark, the courtroom was still open.
The guard looked at the formalities and nodded, letting him in.
Alvarez made some registrations, submitted his files and was released. His crime was not serious enough to require overnight trial, but as one of the Grand Dukes of the North, he was implicated in many cases. The files were thick enough that even if Chloe worked overtime to read them, it would still take a lot of time.
After walking out of the courtroom, the expeditionary force that had been escorting them had already left. Their mission was only to send people here, and it would be over after handing them over to the court.
After walking out of the courtroom, Alvarez looked around in surprise. The guards who sent him out had no intention of following him.
"You guys. Uh, I mean, where do I go next?"
"You are charged with a misdemeanor and do not need to be detained. You will be tried in three days. During this period, you can move freely in Blood Harbor, but you cannot leave. If you have nowhere to go, you can stay in our detention room temporarily, but the living conditions there are average. I personally do not recommend it."
Alvarez was a little surprised, but Hunter answered for him: "It's okay, we're not going to stay in the detention room, where is the hotel here?"
"Go straight out of this street and turn right. There's a night school over there and a place to live across the street."
"Okay, thank you." Alvaro finally reacted. He took out two small bags from his pocket and handed them over.
"Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard." The two guards took the bag with a smile, opened it and counted the Rio inside. "Wow, there are quite a lot."
"Of course, Alvarez is never stingy." The Duke puffed out his chest.
The two guards put their money bags aside and took out handcuffs from their waists. "Now you have an additional charge of bribery. You can't leave now. Come with me to the detention room."
Alvarez was stunned, and was handcuffed while still holding his chest high.
“This is the first time I’ve seen someone offering a bribe at the door of a courtroom.”
After some twists and turns, Alvarez was finally imprisoned. Hunter hesitated for a while and decided to abandon his uncle and leave alone to find a place to live.
His uncle's movements just now were so skillful that he didn't have time to dissuade him. He just watched his uncle send him in.
Generally speaking, a duke would not do such small things personally, but Alvarez often left the territory with a few servants to travel around, and it had become a habit for him to give money to the guards.
But this was the first time that sending money caused trouble. He was escorted to the detention room by the guards with a sense of grievance. As the guard said, the environment here was indeed not very good. He and two other people were locked up in a large room.
Alvarez looked at the two men and found that they both looked like people from the Northern Territory. It seemed that they were also sent here by train.
What made him feel a little strange was that both of them seemed to dislike each other and were staring at each other.
"How did you get in?"
"I am a vassal of the vassal of Grand Duke Alvarez. I was sent here after fighting with the expeditionary force in order to defend the Grand Duke's territory."
"I opposed the cowardly surrender of Archduke Alvarez and led my men to independence, and was arrested."
They both turned to look at Alvarez: "How did you get in?"
“.”
Sweat began to form on Alvarez's forehead.
(End of this chapter)
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