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Time passed slowly. It was utterly merciless, never stopping just because someone was missing.
The sun still shone over Lordaeron City, but as time passed, late autumn had given way to the beginning of winter.
The weather grew increasingly chilly, and the pedestrians walking the streets gradually began wearing more layers.
Cold winds howled, their biting chill making people shiver involuntarily.
Rex was dressed rather formally that day. Riding the Netherwing King with a contingent of guards behind him, he hurried toward the Industrial Base.
Today was the day Rex had chosen to hold the Telegraph Exhibition.
Everyone Rex had invited had arrived. After being kept under wraps for so long, the Wired Telegraph would finally bare its fangs today.
Like a treasured sword drawn from its sheath, it had to taste blood.
When Rex arrived outside the Industrial Base, he found that its usual quiet had vanished. The place was now bustling, with large numbers of servants coming and going, constantly busy within the Industrial Base.
An exhibition was still an entirely new concept in Azeroth, full of novelty.
Many people were interested in new things, and even those who were not particularly interested had agreed to come out of respect for Rex.
The Exhibition would primarily showcase the Wired Telegraph, but that was not the only product on display. After Rex's many visits to check on its progress, development of the Electric Heater had finally succeeded, and it was now ready for use.
That was excellent news. Together with several other items, it rounded out this Exhibition.
Aside from the Wired Telegraph, the other products at the Exhibition were merely extras.