"Young Master Blour, what are you doing?" Yngwie lowered his hand and looked at Blour, who was vomiting green tree sap all over his face. Only his eyes and teeth were still the same color as before. This guy had been a constant source of headaches for all of his elders ever since he was a child, and Yngwie didn't know if he was asking for trouble by bringing him to Chaos City.
"I'm doing this because the journey from The Wind Forest to Chaos City was too tiring, so I got up early in the morning to do a facial mask. Good looks require maintenance. Otherwise, they'll only become uglier and uglier, "Blour explained in a matter-of-fact manner.
Yngwie's brows furrowed. Even Young Mistress Sally wasn't as pretentious as he was after coming to Chaos City. However, he didn't say anything about this. After all, even his father couldn't make him change his mind. Instead, he said, "Seeing as you've already come to Chaos City, it's time for you to meet Young Mistress Sally. If you want to become the leader of the Baibilly Family, then marrying Young Mistress Sally is your only chance. If Young Mistress Sally becomes the new elven princess, then you could even become the elven king."
"But I've never wanted to become the leader of the family. I don't want to become the elven king, either. " Blour shrugged before turning to Yngwie with a smile as he said, "Besides, do you really think the young mistress of the Brewster Family can become the new elven princess? Even if she does become the elven princess, the only one who can become the elven queen is Princess Irina! She's the epitome of beauty and intelligence, the epitome of power and charisma. There's no elf in this world who's more perfect than her; only she can become the elven queen. "
"But she's no longer the only candidate to become the elven queen. Mistress Helena is looking for a new candidate, so it's unknown who will become the elven queen in the end. Young Mistress Sally is the most likely contender," Yngwie said with furrowed brows.
"Unknown? I've always been curious. Five years ago, Princess Irina was already a 10th-tier magic caster who was renowned throughout the entire Norland Continent. Three years ago, she returned to the elven race, and no one aside from the queen dared to claim that they were a match for her. Do you think that Miss Sally, who is only a 7th-tier mage, can defeat Princess Irina and obtain the approval of the Tree of Life? If that's the case, what's the point of Helena recommending those so-called candidates? " A mocking smile appeared on Blour's face. Even though he looked rather comical with his face stained with tree sap, his voice was filled with determination.
Yngwie looked at Blour in silence for a long while, and a hint of elation appeared in his eyes. Everyone said that Blour's third young master was unambitious and unambitious, and that he wouldn't amount to anything. However, Yngwie's words were far more insightful than the vast majority of elves.
However, politics was often not as simple as it appeared to be. There weren't many idiots in the major elven families, and Mistress Helena's influence in the elven race wasn't limited to her power alone. As the high priestess, her prestige was close to that of the queen.
"Perhaps you're right, but you came to Chaos City to establish a relationship with Miss Sally. Even if you can't make her fall in love with you, you have to at least make her return to the elven race of her own accord. That way, you'll be able to garner more praise and support from the Brewster Family. That's very important to you. Otherwise, you can go back now," Yngwie said.
"To be honest, I'm also quite curious about Miss Sally, who ran away from home to marry me. Do I really look that frightening? I feel like she's going to regret her decision after seeing my stunning looks. If that happens, I'll be the one worrying about her. "Blour stroked his chin with a concerned expression.
Yngwie ignored Blour's narcissism with a serious expression, and said, "Then let's go to that restaurant today. We'll find an excuse to meet her, but don't make it seem too abrupt. Otherwise, Miss Sally could run away again."
"I can't do that today. I still haven't rested enough. I'm going back to sleep after putting on a face mask. Let's talk tomorrow." Blour shook his head with a yawn before closing the door.
It's going to be extremely difficult to make Miss Sally fall in love with him. Yngwie looked at the closed door in silence for a while before shaking his head in a resigned manner. This guy was far too unreliable, but he didn't know what to say about him.
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After lunch, Meg took Amy to school, and he had only just returned to the restaurant when he heard a knock on the door.
"Please come in, Principal Haider." Mag opened the door and saw Hydle, who was holding a cloth bag under his arm, looking like an old cadre. He smiled and turned to the side.
"Mr. Meg, I'm here to disturb you again. I hope you won't get sick of this old man." Haider made his way into the restaurant with a smile.
"I can learn a lot from chatting with Principal Haider, so of course I won't get sick of him." Meg poured a glass of water for Haider with a smile. He had a lot of respect for old geezers like him. His mentor was one such person, and even though he didn't have any major accomplishments, his attitude toward scientific research earned him a lot of respect.
"I'm here to ask you about the transmission device you mentioned before …" Haider took a sip of water from the glass, then looked at Meg and began to ask him all kinds of questions.
Meg answered all of these questions with reservations. The steam engine was a trend, and even though Haider and the others had been working on it for decades, Meg couldn't just hand it over to them. It was also very important to him.
"Mr. Meg, you have a very unique understanding and ideas about machinery. Even this old man is a little embarrassed." Haider looked at Meg with admiration, then said seriously, "I still sincerely invite you to join our team. You can participate in the research during your free time in the restaurant. We won't force you to do so."
"Principal Haider, I'm sorry, but I have to spend more time with my daughter during my free time in the restaurant, so I don't have much time to participate in your research. However, if I have any ideas, I can tinker with it in the restaurant. Just treat it as something interesting during my free time." Meg declined with a smile. Once he joined their team, it would be hard to avoid a bad reputation if he wanted to go solo in the future.
"I see. That's true. Taking care of your child is still very important." Haider nodded, slightly disappointed.
"I'm a little curious, Principal Haider. Is your research exclusively supported by the City Lord's Mansion?" Meg looked at Haider and asked curiously.
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