Friday morning, Backlund, Factory District, 16 Howell Avenue.
Aputon looked at the sky, which seemed blanketed by dark clouds. He would have to wait until after nine for the sunlight to pierce the thin mist and let the people of Backlund know that today was actually sunny.
He missed the beaches of Connat City a little. There, no matter when he looked up, he could see the sky, and even at night, the stars.
As he thought, Aputon entered the courtyard of a Warehouse.
Howell Avenue was famed as "Warehouse Avenue." Both sides of the road were lined with all kinds of warehouses.
Some goods were stored here temporarily before being transported to the Wharf Area on the next street over, while others were brought here from the Wharf Area for temporary storage.
Aputon's company was registered here. At present, it had only two essential clerks and one coachman. Whenever goods needed to be moved, he hired temporary laborers.
The clerks did not work here. Aputon looked around, and only after confirming that no one was following or watching him did he pull open the Warehouse doors, enter, and immediately shut them behind him.
The Warehouse was extremely spacious, containing only two Water Pumps.
This was also what the employees could not understand. Given the company's current volume of business, the optimal choice should theoretically have been to share a Warehouse with another company, rather than rent such a large one just for two Water Pumps.
Naturally, they did not know Aputon's intentions.
Aputon walked up to the two Water Pumps and began setting up the altar and erecting the Wall of Spirituality. This step took quite some time. After all, the Water Pumps were so large that he had to enclose both within the Wall of Spirituality.
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