Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 1435 - 1433: Wait!

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"That shouldn’t be the case." Cyril Sack listened to the servant Ah Ke and frowned deeply, "We brought the chef ourselves from Shaya, so without Shalin’s interference, we should be able to make the flavors I want."

"But sir, we brought the chef but not the ingredients." Ah Ke smiled wryly, "The ingredients are all provided by Shalin. No matter how hard our chefs try, they can’t turn meat into vegetables, but they’ve managed to make the flavors lighter for you."

"This is truly bland, so bland it makes me want to vomit." Cyril Sack speared a piece of greasy bird meat, glanced at it and threw it back on the plate, saying irritably. He thought for a moment and then spoke: "Can’t we source our own ingredients? If Shalin doesn’t give us what we need, we can buy them ourselves."

"Our chefs have already thought of that, sir," Ah Ke said, "Starting from yesterday, we’ve sent people into Atlantis to search for reliable food suppliers, but Atlantis is very different from Shaya, bulk purchasing seems to require some procedures which we’re trying to resolve."

"Fools." Cyril Sack commented, "Why send only our own people, just let the Shalin servants at the reception take care of it, they’re more familiar with Atlantis’s processes and it would save a lot of time."

Ah Ke smiled wryly again, his face almost resembling a bitter melon: "Sir, you forgot again, last night you scolded the servants at the reception for working inefficiently, Shalin withdrew the chefs not long after, and also withdrew the servants with the same reason. So now the entire reception is basically staffed by our own people, and almost everything has to be done ourselves."

"This..." Cyril Sack was visibly stunned, not expecting Shalin to be so absolute, already losing the mood to eat, left the table and began pacing, "So you’re saying Shalin has left us to fend for ourselves at the reception?"

"That’s not quite the case." Ah Ke said, "If we have any requests, they’ll still handle it, but the efficiency... well, it’s hard to say. For example, you mentioned the garden was inadequate before, they sent people to deal with it today, but judging by appearances, resolving this issue will take at least half a month. The other issues raised must wait until this one is settled before they’ll address them."

Upon hearing this, Cyril Sack raised his bushy eyebrows, walked quickly to the back window of the dining room, pushed the window open, and looked towards the garden behind the dining room.

There he saw an elderly man sent by Shalin—apparently older than he was—cautiously using a shovel to clear the plants originally growing in the garden. It looked as though he intended to clean all the plants, then expand the garden area to plant new ones, to meet his requirements.

This renovation plan had no issues, however... having just one elderly man do all the work for half a month would be an intensity of labor that could be fatal; without mishap, the elderly man might not complete it in two or three months.

Honestly, watching the elderly man in the garden, out of breath and still having to work, Cyril Sack felt somewhat sympathetic, and thus... quickly closed the window.

"Bang!"

"Ah—"

After closing the window, Cyril Sack exhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and opened them several seconds later, looking at servant Ah Ke: "It seems Shalin doesn’t want us to be too comfortable here, which is fine, after all, meeting Lord Richard is our purpose here, not feeling at ease in Shalin. Go meet someone from Shalin, tell them I don’t have unlimited time, won’t stay in Shalin forever, so I must meet their Lord Richard within three days and leave immediately after."

"Yes." The servant Ah Ke nodded upon hearing this, and stepped out.

...

Later.

In the top-floor office of Atlantis City Hall, Moli sat behind a three-meter long wooden table, reviewing a mountain of documents—divided into four tall piles sorted by type, each over half a meter tall, making it daunting at a glance.

Moli’s lips were tightly pursed, as she quickly pored over the documents—sometimes raising her eyebrows, sometimes frowning. Occasionally writing notes on them, occasionally setting some aside for careful consideration before making a decision, requiring multiple discussions and confirmations to sign, or various issues might arise in the execution process—these were lessons learned through painful experiences.

"Rustle rustle rustle..."

The four piles of documents on the table gradually shrank. After some time, Moli finished reading a document and made a note, placing it at the edge of the table, stopping her work with fatigue. She rubbed her temples and moved her neck, hearing footsteps approaching outside the door.

Following was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock, Princess!"

Upon hearing the voice, Moli knew who it was, saying: "Come in."

"Yes."

With a "creak," the door was opened, and Su stepped in.

Moli raised her eyes towards Su Wen: "What’s the matter?"

"Princess, it’s the Honored Duke from the reception area, he seems to be quite anxious. Sending word to us, hoping to meet Lord Richard within three days, as he plans to leave after three days," Su responded.

"Leave after three days?" Moli snorted lightly, not quite believing it, "Does he plan to rush back to Shaya without completing his primary purpose in Shalin, only to attend his own funeral perhaps, presided over by the New Emperor of the Alliance at the time? If he truly can leave after three days, I’ll send off everyone from Atlantis for him!"

"So Princess, you mean..."

"My meaning is simple, don’t take it seriously, just leave him hanging," Moli said, "The other side indeed seems somewhat anxious, but not at their limit yet, so let him continue waiting. How come he says he will meet Lord Richard in three days, then it must happen in three days, who does he think he is? Not to mention seeing Lord Richard, even meeting me, I have to consider, can’t you see all these unfinished documents?"

"Ah, I understand."

"As long as you understand, then go."

"Yes."

...

Three days later.

In the same office at Atlantis City Hall.

Moli sat once more at the same table reviewing documents. From the looks of it, despite her efforts in recent days, the document piles on the table had not decreased, but rather an additional pile had appeared.

Looking at this, Moli couldn’t help but sigh—in terms of working through such bothersome tasks, honestly, she’d rather take on the risks of battle and exploring ruins. But the latter clearly can’t help her reclaim Sika Royal Family rights while the former has a chance, thus she has no choice but to opt for the former.

"Rustle rustle rustle..."

Moli was fully absorbed in her work.

"Knock knock knock..."

The familiar sound of knocking and calling rang out.

"Princess."

"Come in," Moli said without even raising her head.

"Yes."

Su responded, pushed the door open, and entered with some mirth on his face as he looked at Moli: "Princess, you guessed correctly, the people from the reception area haven’t left, saying due to a sudden situation they changed plans. Seeing them so genuine, I almost believed them. It is clear they’ve reached a certain level of urgency, not demanding a direct meeting with Lord Richard anymore, but just hoping to meet with you soon."

"See me?" Moli muttered under her breath, "I’m not someone they can meet just because they want to. Judging by their state, they’re still some distance from being as anxious as they can get. If they truly want to see me, they’ll wait—until all these recent documents are dealt with first."

"Uh..."

"Go on."

"Alright."