This unremarkable-looking old man was, of course, the finest mechanic in the Galaxy (the inner world), the founder of the Engineers' Guild, the current chairman of the Machine Brotherhood, and an old friend of the people of Earth: Mr. Trende.
He was also the last butler of the Salven family, and one of the most powerful cyborgs in the Galaxy.
Though he was only a "mortal," he had kept replacing and patching up his body, making it last three more years at a time. Like a ninth-ring "true god," he had lived to see the present, two centuries later, and outlasted the entire Ilesel era.
His existence wasn't an absolute secret. Yu Lian had at least suspected that the Empire's and Alliance's central intelligence agencies—and even the cryptic Serpent Around the World—knew of him. Yet they had all allowed him to pass these two long centuries in peace.
He was an old friend of the people of Earth, an old friend of the Pioneer Party, and an old friend of Yu Lian's. Under his leadership and guidance, the Machine Brotherhood and the Pioneer Party had cooperated without limit. They had even—
But he shouldn't have been here.
Yu Lian folded his arms and gazed at the man. A multitude of emotions flashed through his eyes, but in the end, all he did was purse his lips slightly, then laugh at himself. "I'll have an extra-large ice cream parfait, the Super Supreme with all the extras. And an extra-large iced soda with three scoops. Oh, and some cake, too—one each of Black Forest, caramel cheesecake, and tiramisu."
"That's enough to feed three or five little girls," Grand Priest Norddos muttered so quietly that only he could hear. Then, realizing he was clutching a huge wad of cotton candy, he awkwardly tried