"Fuck! What's going on outside? A robbery? A brawl?"
Martin cursed irritably, pulled aside the curtain in his carriage compartment, and poked his head out.
He happened to see his dear nephew, Hadien, riding past on a Magic-Powered Jet Vehicle, laughing heartily.
Behind him followed a beautiful, enormous, unusual azure dragon.
Everyone around them stared at the pair.
Martin froze.
Then he shouted:
"Stop! Stop! Stop right now!"
The guard driving the carriage immediately stopped at his command.
Martin jumped out of the compartment.
He immediately shouted:
"Hadien! Hadien! Stop! It's your uncle Martin!"
"Ahahaha! Hahahaha!"
But his dear nephew did not turn around in response. All he got was carefree laughter.
And a figure growing steadily more distant.
Martin stamped his foot hard and chased after him with his guards.
The Magic-Powered Jet Vehicle wasn't going particularly fast, only twenty or thirty kilometers an hour.
Martin, an ordinary man, couldn't catch up, but his guards had some ability. They easily overtook Hadien and stopped him, saying:
"Sir Hadien! Please stop! Your uncle, Sir Martin, is behind us. He would like a proper talk with you."
"Uncle Martin?"
The boy paused, then turned to see Martin running toward him, panting.
Then he looked back at Xiluo.
Xiluo gave a slight nod and said:
"When you haven't made anything, whatever you say is nothing but empty words.
"But once you show your work, it becomes an undeniable reality.
"Show your uncle our perfect creation! Let this man who has fallen behind the times see what kind of Magic-Powered Items the new era needs."
"Yes!"
Hearing Xiluo's words, Hadien nodded firmly.
At the same time, joy filled his heart.
Lord Xiluo truly is my kindred spirit! He understands me so well.
The dragon and the boy stopped, and the crowd around them