"Steam Tank" was a crude name. The Church's official designation was the Type 073 Holy Relic.
As for its origins, it was said to have quite a history, but Lynn did not know the details.
Several guards nodded to the workshop sentries. The soldiers pushed open the heavy doors together, and Lynn stepped into the dim interior.
There was no lighting inside, and even the windows were tiny. It was gloomy even during the day.
She paused at the entrance for a moment, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness before looking around.
The workshop was filled with all sorts of mechanical parts. At a glance, it somewhat resembled a blacksmith's shop, but even a blacksmith's shop would not be this messy.
Metal parts of every size and model were piled across the floor, leaving almost nowhere to stand. Lynn felt dizzy after only one look.
Yet those small Unclean could somehow find whatever they needed among the piles and assemble one enormous machine after another.
"Move it! You're standing on my wrench!"
Lynn instinctively took a step back as a small figure walked past her.
An Unclean.
Lynn was not particularly tall, merely average among girls her age, yet the Unclean who had just passed her only reached her chest.
These Unclean were generally short and could only work in dim indoor spaces. Their oversized eyes could not adapt to sunlight.
They reminded Lynn of moles living underground.
It was said that beneath Rhine, there really were distant relatives of the Unclean. The curses upon those people had not been dispelled by candlelight, and they had been driven beyond the boundaries of human activity. Thus, they were called Untouchables.
These Unclean possessed a unique talent for machinery. With only a little training, they could become adept at