The Declining Empire

Zhang Tie remained seated in the vehicle, scrutinizing Philip. Even now, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was some elaborate prank.

This tradition of public pranks dated back to before the Great Cataclysm. It was a form of good-natured mischief performed in front of an audience, where victims were often led into surreal scenarios or realities. The reactions of those being toyed with would frequently send the hidden spectators into fits of laughter.

Zhang Tie had read about such things; they were said to be quite popular before the Great Cataclysm, but he had never encountered one in reality. He wasn't even sure if such bored individuals existed in Jinhai City.

"I'll remind you that my time is precious. If this is a joke, I hope it ends here. The consequences of wasting my time could be quite severe," Zhang Tie said, addressing Philip in fluent, authentic Xibo Language.

Both the bald taxi driver and Philip were slightly taken aback by Zhang Tie's proficiency. In this era, it was rare for a member of the Hua Clan to speak Xibo Language. Hua Language had become the standard diplomatic tongue for many nations, especially in regions where Xibo Language was spoken. In many circles, speaking fluent Hua Language was a symbol of nobility and status, the common parlance of the upper class.

"Sir, as a diplomat of the Empire, I certainly have reason to feel ashamed of the shabby state of our embassy. But there is a reason for all of this. If you don't mind me taking a few minutes of your time, I can explain the full story behind why the embassy has reached this state. It is a national tragedy. However, since your time is so valuable, perhaps we can discuss this while you wait for your