"A ship powered by steam, just like the Sea Train???"
"It'd be best if it could dive underwater too???"
"Convert steam into energy that can burst out in an instant, then make the ship fly???"
"Install retractable propellers on both sides of the hull, so it can hover in midair for a while when flying???"
"If technology allows it, the concealed propellers could switch into paddles that propel the ship at any time???"
"The ship doesn't need to be too large, but the cabin should preferably be equipped with two small vehicles: one small submarine and one land-based ship-car???"
"???"
Edward was left utterly stunned.
If a customer was spending big, then naturally, they expected perfection.
Edward understood that principle and could appreciate it.
But as Maud's increasingly outrageous demands continued, the septuagenarian Edward was dumbfounded.
Looking at the slightly dazed Edward, Maud counted on his fingers and smiled. "There's more. For example..."
"Thump."
Edward collapsed limply to the floor, foaming at the mouth as he fainted.
"Grandpa Edward!"
Cains was startled. He rushed over in a few steps, crouched down, and checked Edward's condition.
Then he took an emergency medicine can from the pocket of Edward's filthy clothes, poured out several pills, and stuffed them into Edward's mouth.
Only after taking the medicine did the septuagenarian Edward's condition stabilize.
Cains let out a sigh of relief, then turned back to Maud and Lafitte apologetically.
"Sorry for the trouble. I hope you won't laugh at us. The old man is quite advanced in years, so it's inevitable that he has a few chronic ailments."
"Understandable."
Maud nodded calmly, assuming that Edward had simply suffered an attack. He walked straight to the disheveled workbench and rummaged through it for paper and a pen.
"I have roughly fifty more requirements and suggestions.