Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1067: Section 673: Art (3)

Chapter 1067: Section 673: Art (3)

"I heard you’re an expert on Thainan?" Sostak No.3, arms crossed, looked at Jason, who was deep in thought with his hands on his head, and started making sarcastic remarks. Jason was deeply puzzled. The recent conversations with a few citizens led him to question—do I really understand Chinese?

Why does the Thainan language sound like inaudible waves that Jason cannot decipher?

"There’s definitely something wrong. They don’t sound like they’re speaking Thainan; their accent is off." Jason said, looking at his companion.

"Yeah, something’s off. I don’t know what it is, but I just want to know when we can get some answers, and why do those folks you picked earlier seem not even to be Thanan?" Sostak No.3 said and turned to glance at a guy still selling fruit from a street cart not far away.

"Huh, he looks a lot like Mr. Meng and the others," Jason realized slowly, widening his eyes.

Come on, their facial features are completely different... Isn’t Chief Engineer Zhang right next to you? Haven’t you seen him before?

"I have, and I think they’re identical." Jason scratched his head after speaking, and then, refusing to admit defeat, pulled out screenshots from the memories of several Thanan people to compare with the members of Mr. Meng’s delegation.

And then he desperately realized that there were indeed differences.

"Now I get it, you’re face-blind." Sostak No.3 followed the soulless Jason and noticed a gnome on the main road: "Quick, go ask him."

"Why ask him? He’s not even Thanan; he’s a gnome!" Jason said to No.3, feeling this guy was just adding to his chaos.

"He’s wearing Thanan clothes, clearly from a gnome clan handed down in the Eastern human regions during the Great Destruction Era. Don’t you think he might speak Thainan? Don’t know such a simple thing? I’m now wondering if your biodiversity database is broken."

"Go to hell... but you’re right, I’ll go ask." Jason, steeling himself, approached the gnome: "Sir."

"Ah, you’re the one just now... no, you’re not that young lad from before." The gnome first smiled upon seeing Jason, then recognized the differences in Jason’s appearance, pointed at Jason and then at No.3, laughing: "You must be looking for your companion, right? I parted with him and his lady friend at the clothing stall ahead, the one called Pin Pavilion, and they went that way."

"Thank you!" Jason chirped appreciatively, then turned and beckoned to Sostak No.3.

"See, I wasn’t wrong, was I?" Sostak No.3 came over to Jason, chin up: "Lead the way, Jason-kun."

"Kun my ass!"

"Those guys earlier all used honorifics like that."

"Those guys weren’t even Thanan!"

Jason and Sostak No.3 bickered as they walked, so much so that they didn’t notice Malin and Meng Quyi sitting at a roadside stall.

......

Malin, while eating prawn noodles, turned his head when he heard familiar voices and saw Sostak No.3 and Jason walking and bickering on the other side of the road near the river embankment.

"Your little robot is pretty intelligent." Meng Quyi also noticed the two AI machines, saw the little duo moving further away, and looked at Malin: "Aren’t you going to call them?"

"They came to this city to have fun; they surely wouldn’t like being disturbed. Besides, I’m wondering how they’d react if they found out that this city worships Malin too." Malin finished speaking with a smile and turned back to continue eating his prawn noodles.

Speaking of which, this stall’s prawn noodles are simply amazing. The broth is authentic, with shrimps as big as fists, and there are nine of them.

"How are these shrimps so big?" Malin looked at the stall owner.

"They’re from this sea. The shrimps here are huge; we catch them with traps, it’s very easy." The young stall owner replied patiently while preparing food for other customers.

Strangely, this stall owner’s Thainan is very standard, but his facial features made Malin think he wasn’t Thanan.

"You don’t look Thanan." Malin probed with a smile.

Unexpectedly, the stall owner quickly responded: "Yes, I’m indeed not a true Thanan. How could you tell, guest?"

After speaking, the young man looked at Malin with curiosity and wonder, waiting for Malin’s answer.

"Eyes, and accent." Malin smiled after speaking, sighed: "In this era of destruction, maintaining the purity of blood is tough work for you guys."

"So by the time of my father’s generation, the old seniors of the support group had given up. My sister married a Thanan, and I’m planning to marry a Thanan too." The young man raised his eyebrows: "You must be a Transcendent."

"Yes." Malin nodded.

"I thought so; only a Transcendent could tell the difference between us and Thanan. Speaking of which, since you’re from Westland, you naturally wouldn’t understand our situation." The young man said while cutting shrimp meat with a knife.

"Do tell." Malin smiled, but inside he was extremely cold. Just let this young lad say anything bad, and Malin would be certain there wouldn’t be any good outcomes for him in this world.

You bunch, eating Thanan’s food, living in Thanan’s place, and now speaking ill—well, even the heavens can’t save you.

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