Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

This is a magic train station built exclusively by the Chamber of Commerce within the Eberron Empire, and it is entirely managed and operated by the Chamber of Commerce.

Grimm got off the tricycle, nodded to Old Nail, and walked toward the station gate with his cane.

The guards at the gate were two goblin soldiers wearing standard breastplates and short-handled magic guns hanging from their waists, standing ramrod straight.

Grimm presented the gold-embossed invitation and bronze token. The guard glanced at them, then immediately stepped aside, tapping his right fist lightly on his breastplate as a salute.

The gear-driven hydraulic door suddenly opened a crack, just enough for one person to pass through.

As soon as Grimm stepped inside, the door behind him slammed shut again, shutting out the cold wind and the sounds of carriages and horses.

The station is a hidden gem.

The dome hangs high, about seven or eight zhang tall, and is inlaid with dozens of fist-sized crystals arranged in a matrix. The light is a cool white, shining on the marble floor, making the whole space bright.

The hall was unbelievably empty, footsteps echoed through the walls, mingling with the low hum of the magical mechs in the distance.

In the very center stood a giant billboard, its surface made of polished magic crystal, covered with densely packed glowing text.

Grimm looked up, his eyes dazzled.

The train number, time, and platform number are displayed in a flashing, ever-changing manner, making it dizzying to read.

A group of twenty or thirty travelers had gathered in front of the notice board, mostly goblins, with a few dwarves and human merchants mixed in.

No one made a sound, and when they did talk, they did so in hushed tones, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Grimm walked to the ticket office with his cane.

The goblin attendant behind the window wore a dark blue uniform with a gold emblem of a crossed pickaxe and hammer embroidered on the left chest, and a miniature communication device clipped to his collar, from which voices emanated.

"Special train to Jinhao City, invitations provided, already booked."

Grimm handed the invitation and token through the window together.

The flight attendant took it, scanned it on a crystal panel, and then the panel lit up with a ring of green light.

He nodded, tore off a bronze ticket with runes printed on it, and took out a thumb-sized silver badge from the drawer, pushing them both in front of Grimm.

Platform 4, Carriage 6, Compartment 12.

Tickets will be checked 15 minutes before departure. This is the compartment badge. After boarding, find the corresponding door by following the runes on the badge.

The train has a dining car and a public rest area. Each compartment has a private crystal heater and a washroom. It stops at three stations along the way, allowing for direct travel without disembarking. Enjoy your journey!

Grimm took the ticket and badge and glanced down at them.

The badge is engraved with a string of goblin script, has a clear number, and features a gear pattern along the edges. It also has a pin on the back so it can be clipped to a garment.

Instead of rushing to the platform, he walked around the lobby with his cane.

Below the notice board is a smaller crystal screen that displays the entry requirements for Golden Pickaxe City on a loop.

Grimm stopped and began to memorize each point.

Entry to the city requires verification of an Imperial invitation or a Merchant Guild pass; casting spells of level three or higher is prohibited within the city; outsiders are not allowed to enter the inner city's noble district; caravans must trade in designated markets and are prohibited from setting up stalls on the streets; a curfew is in effect from midnight until dawn; violators will be directly detained by the city's security forces...

Grimm memorized these rules one by one.

Golden City is the capital of the Eberron Empire, so it naturally has many rules and regulations, which he was prepared for.

But he still frowned when he saw so many restrictions.

This means that once you enter the city, you must be careful in everything you do, otherwise you may easily get into trouble.

He walked toward platform number four, leaning on his cane.

The corridor leading to the platform is a transparent crystal walkway with warm crystal lights embedded on both sides, casting a warm yellow light that contrasts sharply with the cold white outside.

Through the crystal wall, Grimm can see the entire platform.

A magical train lay quietly on the tracks, its body made of dark silver alloy with a faint blue luster, and its front shaped like a shuttle.

The train has eight carriages, and the outer walls of each carriage are covered with overlapping protective runes, layer upon layer, which makes people feel at ease at a glance.

Seven or eight guards in standard armor stood on both sides of the train, with magic guns at their waists and glowing runes embedded in their shoulder armor. Each of them was expressionless and stood as straight as a pine tree.

Grimm stepped onto Platform Four, where a considerable number of travelers had already gathered. There were goblin merchants in guild robes, beautiful long-eared elves, and humans and dwarves...

When Grimm saw the alien race, he was startled, because this was a train heading to the capital, and there shouldn't have been so many alien races on it.

He quickly glanced around and found everyone talking quietly, no one giving him a second look. He didn't want to ask any more questions, so he let it go.

He found his spot in the sixth carriage, but instead of rushing up, he leaned against a metal pillar on the platform, his hand on his cane tightening slightly as he scanned the crowd.

This is what the heartland of the empire looks like.

He had witnessed the wildness and chaos of remote border towns, as well as the poverty and struggles of goblin tribes.

But the station, the train, the flag, the solemn sense of order—all of these silently reminded him that the land beneath his feet and the muddy paths of the tribe were two different worlds.

A clear, crisp sound of a brass bell suddenly rang out on the platform, and the departure information on the notice board flashed twice. A goblin attendant in a blue uniform walked to the edge of the platform, a megaphone crystal pinned to his chest. He cleared his throat, and his voice rang out:

"The special train heading to Jinhao City is about to start boarding. Passengers, please board the train in order with your tickets and identification."

Repeat, the special train to Jinhao City will be boarding soon...

The crowd began to surge.

Grimm straightened up with his cane and walked towards the entrance of the carriage.

The conductor took his ticket, scanned it on the crystal panel, checked the compartment badge pinned to his lapel, and nodded to signal him to board the train.

The interior of the carriage was more spacious than Grimm had expected.

The corridor was covered with a dark red velvet carpet that felt soft and yielding underfoot. On both sides were doors to private rooms, each marked with a number.

He found box number twelve, pressed the badge into the groove on the door, and the door slid open silently to one side.

The private room wasn't large, but it was decorated very tastefully.

A soft couch sits by the window, covered with a dark gray blanket. A curved crystal window is embedded in the window, offering a clear view of the platform outside.

In the corner is a small washbasin with a polished obsidian surface and a faucet inlaid with an amethyst, which dispenses hot water with a gentle touch.

Beside the tatami mat was a folding table with cooling runes engraved on its surface, and next to it were three tea bags and a copper teacup.

A short, spherical device stood in the corner, gently rotating and emitting a chill that made the entire private room cool.

Grimm entered the box, and the door slid shut silently behind him.

He leaned his cane against the couch, took off his outer robe and hung it on the hook behind the door. He then checked the hidden pocket again to make sure the invitation, the list, and the spare magic crystals were all there before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to enjoy himself.