The torrential rain pounded on the oiled cloth, producing a dense noise like the pouring of beans in the dark.
On the beast of burden's back, the roof had a clever design; Luo Yu had strapped a roll of canvas there, which he rolled up in clear weather and pulled open when it rained to form a simple rain awning on the platform.
A resin torch, fixed to the railing with a bracket, flickered in the threads of rain, casting a vast curtain of water between heaven and earth, and wetting the faces of several people.
In the distance, a diamond-shaped metal object traced a perfect arc through the rain and flew back. Luo Yu put down the mechanical control gloves in his right hand, the Silver Rail clicked back into place, and the Clockwork Fairy dropped down, caught by Fang Hong.
"Did it work?" Luo Yu asked nervously.
Fang Hong nodded.
Relief washed over the tall youth. Fang Hong looked at him, a bit curious, "Why are you so eager to become a Combat Artisan?"
