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Chapter 1413 - Are Your Meal Times Here Always So Exciting?

Chapter 1413: Are Your Meal Times Here Always So Exciting?

The 6-inch small durian pizza was perfect as an afternoon tea snack.

Irina’s mood lightened up as she ate the durian pizza. Her body began to sway rhythmically too.

“Backswing?” Mag looked at Irina, who was swinging forward and backward like a tumbler. Irina would take a bite of the pizza whenever she swung backwards. It was similar to how Amy would sway left and right uncontrollably whenever she ate something tasty.

“You can have... one piece,” Irina said to Mag hesitantly after looking at the half-eaten pizza.

“I heard the amount that one could eat is linked to one’s familial status.” Mag sighed as he picked up a piece of pizza.

Irina threw a glance at Mag before calmly saying, “In that case, you are only allowed to lick the plate.”

“Huh?” Mag was stunned. He felt as if he was shot in the heart by an arrow.

Had his life reached such a difficult stage now?

“Why is Chaos City so actively promoting your so-called railway? Isn’t it just a carriage that eats coal? Isn’t a horse-drawn carriage the same too?” Irina asked while eating.

“All the races are going to hold peace talks soon. If they could reach a consensus and extend the peace treaty, there wouldn’t be any bad influence on Chaos City. However, if the peace talks break down, the Norland Continent will be plunged into conflicts and wars again. Chaos City, which was built after the previous war ended, will be thrown into a very awkward situation. So far, the possibility of them re-signing the peace treaty is low. The several races that have become more powerful in the past 100 years want to redraw their territories again, or wipe out the few weak ones.

“Hence, Chaos City has to do something to change this situation. Laying the railway and trying to run a steam locomotive is a way to show the world a kind of possibility in the future. The travels and interactions between all the races would become smoother and easier. Economy would also take off following the laying of the railway. Apart from war, there are still other ways that all the races could grow and prosper,” Mag explained. This was also the reason he gave Scheer the steam engine in the first place.

Having a certain level of technology would solve the problems of poverty and traveling in this world, and conflicts would ease by a lot.

“Sounds like a good idea. But, the rulers are not going to give up the chance to rule the whole world simply because there’s a new way to travel.” Irina shook her head at Mag. “They always use the flying steeds when they travel.”

“This, indeed, is a problem.” Mag nodded in agreement. “However, we are not changing the mentality of the rulers, but the mentality of the normal people, who make up the majority of the population. War only brings harm and no benefits to them at all. They won’t gain any benefits even if they’re on the winning side, and if they’re not willing to get stuck in the quagmire of war, then the possibility of the whole world sinking into a total racial war like it had 100 years ago will be greatly reduced.”

Irina looked at Mag and thought for a while before finishing the last piece of pizza in her hand. She smiled. “It sounds rather interesting. I will go have a trial ride when that train starts running.”

“Oh, yes. There are people sending some metal spare parts to the factory from noon today. They said you custom-made them. So, are those the machines you mentioned?” Irina suddenly remembered that.

“Yes. Tomorrow, I will go to the factory and teach the Night Elves how to assemble the machines, and after they are assembled, we can start working.” Mag nodded.

The afternoon was over, and Mag cleared the table. Soon, Firis and Camilla came.

Mag wrote a notice about the new product on the announcement board before hanging it on the door. He had to complete the mission of selling 100 helpings of durian pizza.

Everyone in Chaos City knew Mamy Restaurant now. It truly was the number one restaurant. As for the Ducas Restaurant which used to hold the number one spot, it began to fade into the background.

There were people who separated the restaurants into two categories in Chaos City: Mamy Restaurant and others.

And the huge fame brought a growing number of customers.

The management of Aden Square even created a small path in the green area in front of the restaurant to allow the line to extend into the square to facilitate the customers lining up.

Furthermore, the popularity of Mamy Restaurant energized the boring southwestern corner of Aden Square. Many of the old shops were bought with a high price, and new shops and restaurants began to open gradually. A new business circle hot spot had appeared.

After all, those customers who were too late to join the line went to those restaurants, and they gained many customers through that.

It’s only 4.30pm. Isn’t this too much? Tony stood at the restaurant and looked at the long line that extended into the square. He thought coming to line up 30 minutes in advance was enough to show his respect. He didn’t expect that he’d still underestimate the coachman’s words: “You have to go and line up early. Otherwise, you don’t even get the chance to line up!”.

I really want to find out if the taste justifies this long line. Tony strolled to the end of the line. He was rather calm as he wasn’t hungry now.

“Quick, hurry. The line is going to reach its limit soon. We can only eat the spicy hot pot tomorrow if we miss it.” A group of people jogged past Tony, and ran toward the end of the line.

Such a hurry? Tony frowned and looked behind him. There were still 10-odd people running toward him with a ferocious expression.

“Darn it!” Tony began to hasten his steps instinctively. He couldn’t help but start running frantically when he sensed the sounds of panting getting closer and closer behind him. He finally reached the end of the line, and stood in it before he breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected, a pretty maiden walked over with a wooden plaque after three people joined the line after him. She asked that customer to hold the sign to show that the line stopped there.

“Miss, are your meal times here always so exciting?” Tony asked Vanessa who was panting in front of him.

“We went out to play today, and didn’t pay attention to the time, so we almost missed it. We usually come to line up one hour in advance so that we are in the front and get to the delicious food fast. I wonder if we’ll still get to get the hot pot by the time it’s our turn?” Vanessa lamented as she looked at Tony, an energetic middle-aged demon.

“Hot pot? Is a pot that gets hot by itself?” Tony was rather curious because it was his first time hearing this name.

“No. It’s a form of cooking. Is this your first time at Mamy Restaurant? Then, you should try it. It’s very delicious.” Vanessa smiled and revealed a mouthful of beautiful teeth.