The rumbling steam train sped along the glittering Snow Agate River, heading all the way toward the end of the Great Snow Mountain.
In a VIP carriage on the steam train, a window had been opened a crack, and dense white steam drifted out from within. Had anyone happened to be beside the steam railway, they might have caught the rich aroma of meat.
At this moment, there were only four people in this meat-scented VIP carriage.
They were Angel and the others, who had left Sky Mechanical City.
At the center of the carriage's only table sat a small, exquisite boiler. Gloria was seated beside it, instructing Azaz on the finer points of controlling the flame after putting the mutton into the boiler.
Angel and Sanders were seated at the table as well. However, Angel was not paying attention to the boiler. He quietly watched the scenery flashing past outside the window, while Sanders rested with his eyes closed.
As soon as Gloria finished instructing Azaz, her gaze drifted to Angel.
"You look burdened with worries. Are you still thinking about the Budding Believers?" Gloria asked.
Angel turned his head, his voice calm and light. "No. It's just rare to have such leisure. I'm letting my thoughts go blank for a while."
"I feel like you're brushing me off." As she spoke, Gloria lightly hooked a finger, and a slice of mutton flew out of the boiler. She took a bite, then looked at Azaz. "The taste is acceptable. You've brought out the ingredients to their limit."
With that, Gloria hooked her finger again, and another slice of mutton flew out, hovering in midair. This time, however, she did not eat it herself, but tossed it to Angel.
Angel said, "I'm not hungry."
"I wasn't giving it to you."