Upon hearing Ma'am Hermit's words, Lumian's eyes suddenly lit up.
The corners of his mouth gradually turned upward, his smile becoming quite bright. "What can I do to help?"
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Trier, cathedral district.
At the entrance of the Church of Steam and Machinery's patriarchal cathedral, with its towering iron-black chimneys, Lumian, wearing a lady's soft hat and face covered by a black veil, looked up for two seconds before walking through the open doors into the interior.
The first thing that caught his eye were thick grayish-white pipes crisscrossing everywhere—some attached to walls, some supported by pillars, some winding across the dome.
They were components of a giant steam engine, or rather, this cathedral was made up of a giant steam engine and several other large mechanical devices.
