"This thing," she asked hesitantly, "how does it work? Does it rely on magic?"

Connor burst out laughing, admiring Wen's expression with great joy as he ruthlessly shattered her illusions.

"No," he replied cheerfully, "it runs on steam."

"So what you mean is..."

Connor said, "This thing burns coal."

Damn it, Wen thought, so there is one more unreasonable thing in this world, and she is not surprised at all, but actually wants to laugh a little bit.

She turned her head and glanced at Connor's expression, holding back a smile and asked him: "You just want to show me this thing?"

"I don't particularly want to," Connor replied, "but I think it's funny, so I want you to laugh too."

So Wen Ming obeyed his will and laughed so hard that she fell on his shoulder.

The author has something to say: Thank you to the little angel who threw the mines: hood with small wings, becaleno, small bowl of crab porridge, 1 piece of Luo Min;
Chapter completed!