Reg raised his two long eyebrows.
Then, as though he had not seen the two women, he asked a passerby where the subway entrance was, like someone visiting Backlund for the first time.
He picked up his suitcase and followed the passerby's directions toward what looked like the entrance to a department store.
Following the people ahead of him, Reg made his way to the ticket window.
He knew without looking back.
Amid the bustling crowd, the two women had followed him, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
Reg walked unhurriedly to the ticket window. After queuing for a few minutes, he found himself facing a pretty young ticket clerk.
Backlund had been through a war.
Fortunately.
The subway had not suffered much damage.
Everything here had largely remained as it had been.
Reg glanced at the wooden price board hanging near the window.
"First class, 8 pence; second class, 5 pence; third class, 3 pence."
"Return tickets cost 11 pence, 7 pence, and 5 pence respectively."
"More expensive than before," Reg murmured.
The ticket clerk behind the window smiled. "It can't be helped. Prices have gone up. The price of charcoal alone has fluctuated by 10%."
Reg nodded.
"Give me..."
He had originally intended to buy a first-class ticket.
Then he reconsidered.
He took out five copper pennies and handed them to the young woman behind the window. "Second class. I'd like second class!"
After getting his ticket.
Reg found the line to Cherwood Borough without much trouble.
On his way into the subway, he underwent a rather stringent inspection.
The police asked him to open his bag to check whether he was carrying any dangerous contraband.
This included, but was not limited to, revolvers, restricted knives, suspicious liquids, and so on.
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