It was six in the morning, shrouded in fog.
Amid the jarring screech of brakes, a train billowing with smoke pulled into the Meligino station. It was the earliest train, coming from the direction of Tobolsk. As it was a night ticket, it was cheaper than tickets at other times, making it the preferred option for those who were short on cash.
"Finally arrived...."
Levin was the first to jump off the train, stretching out his sore back and shoulders. In the Romanov Kingdom, aside from certain trains reserved for the nobility, there were no sleeping compartments—only hard seats throughout. Riding all night had almost taken his body apart, which was one of the reasons the tickets were so cheap.
The Church of Truth didn't necessarily need to pinch pennies over a train ticket now, but they took this train to reach Meligino as quickly as possible. With such pressing matters at hand, who could care about comfort?
"Where is the Soul Research Institute?"
