The streetcar rattled along the track inside the stronghold. It wasn’t that Milo had not been in one before, but that this was his first time seeing this mode of “public transportation”.
When anyone boarded the streetcar, they just needed to drop 20 cents into a box at the entrance and they could ride to places far away. It wouldn’t even be a problem to ride from the origin station to the terminal station.
Old Bane had heard of streetcars long ago. After all, there would always be mention of new and quirky stuff in the stronghold whenever he interacted with the stronghold’s residents. So, when Milo mentioned he wanted to tour the stronghold, Old Bane said that taking the streetcar would be the easiest and most economic mode of transportation.
“Bro,” Donti said while leaning on the windowsill, “The stronghold’s residents will definitely not have anything to worry about. It’s so safe and convenient to live inside here. They can enjoy a life that is hundreds of times better than the refugees by just working an easy job in the stronghold.”
“How can people not have any worries?” Milo sat beside him and said with a smile, “Even Daniel will have things to worry about. Something like that does not decrease with the increase of material gains.”
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