Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1107: Section 690: Wish (3)_2

Chapter 1107: Section 690: Wish (3)_2

Although it doesn’t look like a large tailor shop, these clothes are indeed well-made, and it seems today I can afford a grand meal with this money.

Thinking of this, Goethe asked, "Have you Thanan people expanded your business here already?"

Because he really couldn’t confirm if this place was Carterburg, Goethe didn’t reveal the name of the city to mask the uncertainty from these Thanans.

The middle-aged man smiled, "It’s nice to be mistaken for a Thanan; actually, I’m an Islander Refugee."

At this point, he mentioned a strange name-like pronunciation.

Goethe could only smile and spread his hands, "Sorry, you all look similar to Thanans, and I’ve only seen Thanan people."

"It’s nothing, sir, it’s normal." The middle-aged man said, noticing Goethe’s appearance, "I seem to have seen you somewhere, sir."

"Ah, perhaps it’s because of this." Goethe replied nonchalantly as he took out a paper bill and pointed to the image on it.

The self-declared Islander Refugee burst into laughter, "Apologies, I didn’t recognize you at first, Your Majesty."

Goethe could hear the helplessness in this Refugee’s words.

He paid it no mind, so both men laughed heartily.

After their laughter subsided, the man introduced himself: "I’m from Thainan, you’re not wrong, I’m technically a Thanan. It’s just that my ancestors were residents of an island in Eastern Thainan, who fled with a group of compatriots to Thainan during the great catastrophe. Lucky, right?"

"Yes, indeed. But, speaking of which, didn’t you try to reclaim your homeland?"

"Of course we did, but even though the Chaos invasion has been gone for a long time, the island is full of different kinds and out-of-control Machine Souls. It’s better to stay alive, don’t you think?" The Refugee’s response made Goethe’s eyes widen.

Chaos is gone?

How strange.

Thinking of this, Goethe glanced at the money in his hand.

On these paper bills and coins were images of himself, Anna, and Manli, even his two daughters, and even that little brat Colin.

But where did Malin go?

With this uncertainty, Goethe raised an eyebrow, "From Thainan... sir." Awkwardly imitating the name the middle-aged man mentioned earlier, Goethe inquired about Malin, "Do you know if there’s a person named Malin on these bills?"

"Malin? Don’t know him; honestly, I think you should know more about this than I do." Although attending to other guests, the Refugee still found time to answer Goethe’s question.

The answer was nearly non-existent, yet to Goethe, it seemed like an answer—Malin was missing.

Under normal circumstances, Carterburg recognizes even me, an ancient king, so it shouldn’t be that Malin goes unrecognized.

Considering the earlier mention of Chaos’s disappearance... Is this all because of you, Malin?

You... you really did it!

However, an elderly man looking like a professor approached, "Sir, you mentioned the name Malin, do you know anything about him?"

"Ah... yes, in my family’s biography, he’s mentioned alongside Goethe and Anna as legendary figures."

"I’ve never heard of him, very curious, oh, sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Konen, Konen Julius, a Historian. I’ve been delving into Carterburg’s history and discovered that, twenty years before the last Chaos invasion two thousand years ago, numerous historical records are filled with inaccuracies, but I’ve yet to solve these mysteries."

Saying this, the elder looked at Goethe, "Could you lend me your family biography for me to copy?"

Copy? What’s that, and where am I supposed to find a biography?

Goethe was still in an awkward spot when a car arrived, and the young person inside called for Konen, who sighed and handed Goethe his business card, "Please do find me no matter what."

With that, the elder boarded the car and left, and Goethe watched the ever-receding luxurious vehicle, turned to the Islander Refugee, "Ah, is he also your client?"

"Yes, he often roams this area because it’s part of the old town, the area where Carterburg was during the last Chaos invasion." The Refugee spoke eloquently, and listening to this, Goethe furrowed his brows at the middle-aged man’s words.

Could it be... that Malin really sacrificed himself to save the world?

You... what about my daughter with you?

Goethe was angry, but his heart was overwhelmingly passionate.

My daughter always said she wanted to marry a hero... she did it.

Realizing this, Goethe found his anger towards that Regensburg boy earlier to be truly immature.

Malin sacrificed everything for this world, and what about Goethe himself? Perhaps the family suffered heavy losses in the final Chaos invasion, so Malin and Faye’s child inherited the Mowish family... What dissatisfaction could Goethe hold if his grandson, the child of such a hero, became the new king of this kingdom?

Thinking of this, all of Goethe’s inner knots unraveled—his sons were destined to stand at the forefront against Chaos, and Fate had the Mowish family perish in the final Chaos invasion, yet it granted Faye, Mowish’s daughter, the strongest offspring. This child inherited the Mowish surname, became the new King, preserving this family legacy for two thousand years. Even if in free cities like Carterburg, no ill words were spoken of this child.

Moreover, that young mayor also looked like Malin’s offspring, probably descended from that Rebbish lamb-man named Lillim.

Yes, this made Goethe even happier—look, they’re all Malin’s descendants, but at least the meat’s still in the pot, right?

Old pal, what else could you be dissatisfied with?

With this in mind, Goethe turned to the Refugee, "Oh, I want to ask, honestly, I’m not a local either. Do you know where Royal Avenue is?"

"Of course, it’s the most prosperous old avenue; just keep going straight from here for two blocks."

The Refugee’s words made Goethe look around.

Then realized he couldn’t see the so-called second street.

Hey, didn’t you trick me?

With this thought, Goethe walked for an hour along the sidewalk and finally reached the Royal Avenue the Refugee mentioned.

Goodness, looking at the bustling crowds on the street, and the flying cars in the sky, oh my, is this what aristocracy looks like two thousand years later? It’s so enviable!

Goethe watched the bustling vehicles, emitting envious coos.

Truly envious.

However, thinking about how hungry he really was, Goethe started searching for Royal Avenue 1705.

The first street plaque read... 1.

?

Are you kidding me!

Goethe cursed silently to himself and plopped down at a street vendor, staring at the flying machines, and the serving system showing images of plated foods that lingered for several seconds.

Goethe thought for a while and as a natural talent in dining, clapped his hands, "I’d like a plate of shrimp fried rice! A large portion!"

The screen on the machine immediately displayed a large bowl of shrimp with fried rice, and the coin slot opened with the number 8 displayed.

The naturally talented dining king tossed in eight coins.

The machine left satisfied, as a mechanical head emerged from the vendor, "Customer, welcome to Evernight Pavilion, I am the chef, please wait five minutes for your fried rice!"

With that, a pot rose in front of him, and Goethe watched as this Machine Soul began cooking fried rice like a Thanan, causing Goethe to widen his eyes.

The future, two thousand years ahead... Amazing!

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