Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 725: Section 502: Many Stories from a Small Town (Part 1)

Chapter 725: Section 502: Many Stories from a Small Town (Part 1)

Halil Duboa, an Agent from the Chaos investigation department of the royal family of the Northern Kingdom.

The middle-aged man who had finally resolved to quit drinking flipped through the newspaper in his hands while Miss Elsa Quaser, whom he was protecting, sat in front of the small table before him, tasting the newest and most delicious ice cream dessert from Carterburg’s Malin dessert shop with a small spoon.

Young people really know no bounds, he thought. It’s such cold weather and yet she’s eating something cold. Won’t her stomach hurt?

Although Halil was worried, considering that this lady was a high-ranking being of the Benevolent Sequence, Rank Four, it seemed that such concerns were not really for a mere officer like him to worry about.

Ah, such good fortune, he mused. Why would the child of the Quaser family get along so well with the Crown Prince of the Northern Kingdom?

Was it just love at first sight after a grand competition?

The middle-aged man took a sip of the coffee in front of him as he pondered... it had turned cold. This damned winter, when would it end?

No, this damned Carterburg, when would it stop snowing?

Even though Halil came from the North, it was rare even there to have such persistent snow.

No, this isn’t just bad weather at all; winter in Carterburg simply doesn’t have the concept of a clear day.

Thinking so, the snow didn’t seem to be a problem anymore—it was better than rain after all.

Upon this reflection, Halil noticed Officer Goldhatch, his old buddy, walking over, carrying steaming hot milk coffee and pan-fried buns. Ah, if he had known, he would have also ordered the pan-fried buns. The meat buns from Thainan were a cut above the rest; if you could remove the skin and fry the meat, they would definitely be the most delicious pork chops.

With that thought, Halil stood up, "I’m going to order some pan-fried buns as well and ask the waiter to warm up my coffee."

Without waiting for his old friend to reply, he picked up his coffee and headed inside the shop.

Speaking of the shop, my goodness, doesn’t Miss Quaser from the Quaser family feel cold at all?

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"Be quick," said Officer Goldhatch from Thainan as he sat down next to him, keeping an eye on the young lady who was very likely to become the fiancée of the Crown Prince.

As a veteran of the Sydney intelligence department, Goldhatch, of course, recognized the young lady before him—she was the granddaughter of the current head of the Quaser family. It’s quite an interesting thing, the genes of the Quaser family were indeed exceptional, producing beauties and handsome men. When Goldhatch was very young, he had heard the stories of the three Quaser brothers. They were so outstanding that a lady they all pursued ultimately had to draw lots to choose one of them.

Of course, the story sounded more like a joke, but it precisely demonstrated how handsome and dashing the three brothers were. They were all so excellent and handsome that they left a gentlewoman with no choice but to entrust her fate to a few dice.

Now this Miss Elsa was also extremely beautiful, and perhaps it was for this very reason that she had attracted the pursuit of the Crown Prince.

This was no issue; the Crown Prince was said to be very handsome as well. A match between beauties and handsome men has always been a classic combination in novels and operas.

But Goldhatch always felt there was a problem—if it had been someone else responsible for protecting Elsa, he would have no concerns, but why Halil? This guy didn’t do well in the Chaos investigation department up North. His wife had passed away early, and he spent his days drowning his sorrows in alcohol. This kind of man was here to protect Miss Elsa?

If not for Elsa feeling pity for him and helping him quit drinking, it would have been a question whether he could still work at all.

In these days, in Goldhatch’s eyes, rather than saying Halil was protecting Elsa, it was more like Elsa was protecting Halil.

So, in Goldhatch’s opinion, there definitely was a problem with the Northerner, and there was a problem with the Quaser family—they had sent Miss Elsa to Carterburg, seemingly to avoid the limelight, but unexpectedly the Crown Prince managed to find her.

Now, these two young people exchanged messages via messenger every day, apparently delighted, while it looked like both sets of parents were discussing engagement matters. But the oldest Quaser brother fell ill and had been in hospital for four months, the second brother had been constantly away at the Northern front, and there were even bizarre stories of him holding a political commissary at gunpoint refusing to return home. As for the youngest, Emmet Selkirk... he simply went on a pilgrimage and became unreachable.

That was not so bad, what was critical was even the King of the Northern Kingdom had fallen ill, his Queen was worn out caring for him, and then even Princes started to neglect affairs, with Halil’s appointment supposedly being a decision made by a department head of the investigation service.

You could imagine how desperate that department head must have felt.

Because it appeared that the adults of both families really had no intention of sitting down to discuss matters, they were just dragging their feet.

Why would he say that?

Hey, it was because the average power level of the parents was Rank Three, and they still pretended to be ill. Only the youngsters in love had lost their minds, failing to see such obvious issues. If it were any other pair, there would probably have already been endless arguments with their families.

Thinking thus, Goldhatch took a bite of his pan-fried bun.

Ah, pan-fried buns are indeed the best; they can make one forget the pressures of work—the still somewhat youthful Officer Goldhatch let out a heartfelt sigh.

He also saw a messenger leap out of the void and approach Miss Elsa.

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