"What is that being built?"
Sir Wesley explained with a smile.
"It's called the Clock Tower, apparently belonging to a bank. I'm not exactly sure, but I've heard that once it's completed, the entire city will be able to hear its chimes."
Elaric's face was full of confusion.
"Does it have any significance?"
He knew about banks; though Twilight City was backward, it wasn't a primitive society. It had everything that was supposed to be there, even including kerosene lamps, steam engines, and factories.
He just couldn't figure out why a bank would want to take over the church's job; ringing the bell on the hour was always the church's duty. What was the point of competing for an unprofitable task?
Sir Wesley gently shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know either, Baron, I'm a soldier and don't understand the mind of designers. But I think... the people who are building it must have thought of its purpose, so let's not worry about it."
This statement seemed to make sense.
