Chapter 1969 - 534: And the King Is Driving the Dagger into His Own Chest

Looking at this guy who suddenly became childish. Lady Feimona shook her head helplessly, her teasing tone unchanged, but her eyes turned gentle.

"What I mean is... I'm not Miss Eloise. If I were her, I wouldn't ask you to elope. Instead, I'd knock you out with a stick, throw you on the carriage, and take you away. By the time you wake up, who knows, we might already be in Thunder City."

Horace stared blankly at his wife, his old face suddenly turned red, and he shyly scratched the back of his head. His usual shrewdness suddenly became a bit naive.

"Oh, dear... just be gentle when you do it. Besides, don't forget to bring those five silver coins. We'll need the money for the journey, and after all, I traded my livelihood for them."

Looking at this guy obsessed with money, Feimona couldn't hold back any longer and let out a burst of laughter.

The fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were filled with laughter, and Horace couldn't help but be entranced, even more so than when he looked at Miss Eloise.

Saint Sis above—

You, dear old Saint, are perhaps too kind to me.

"...Alright, I'll think about it." Looking at her stunned husband, Feimona teasingly said, "After all, it's something my husband earned by selling himself. It would be a pity to lose it."

To be honest, this joke would be fine in a tavern, but here it seemed a bit crude, prompting several strangers around to glance sideways.

They didn't hear the full story, only catching the last part about "husband sold himself," which stirred up some surprise and sympathy in their eyes.

Those glances fell on both Horace and Feimona, accompanied by some whispered discussions.

Feimona realized her slip of the tongue, accidentally treating this place like the Colin Grand Theater or their living room, where no one knew them.

But here was different; they were guests of the Duke, and everyone would silently question—how did they get in here?

As she stood there helpless, wanting to explain the misunderstanding but not knowing how to begin, a wall blocked in front of her.

It wasn't a real wall, but something thicker—Horace's thick skin.

With his shameless social skills and inexplicable confidence, he not only turned the awkwardness into an opportunity, explained the misunderstanding, but also used this small interlude to successfully open up a conversation.

And those couples who initially saw them through tinted glasses were soon amused by his humorous and witty conversation.

They exchanged business cards with him, agreeing to have afternoon tea together later.

"Woo—!"

At this moment, a loud whistle cut through the station's clamor, momentarily suppressing the crowd's noise on the platform.

It was the sound of the train arriving!

At the moment he saw the gigantic thing, all of Horace's worries vanished instantly.

With such a big guy, it could not only transport everyone on the platform at once, but even empty the whole population of Gleiston Castle!

One trip isn't enough, several trips are surely more than enough!

The last to appear was Duke Edward.

Amidst the crowd's escort, he boarded the train together with Prince Colin, becoming the Prince's Train's first passengers.

Then the guests followed in sequence according to their ticket numbers.

The scene was orderly, barons following the conductors' arrangements, gentlemen guiding ladies by the hand, and even titled individuals unusually giving way to untitled ones.

No one worried about being left behind by the train, and every smile and frown on people's faces was full of courtesy.

They seemed less like they were boarding a train and more like they were entering the center of a dance floor together, waiting for a new era to begin.

Huge white steam rose into the air, like a lit cigar, temporarily obscuring the blazing sun of midsummer.

The engraved pistons began reciprocating, driving the iron rods and wheels with the melodic whistle, producing a deep rumbling sound on the tracks.

The rumbling sound startled a row of pigeons resting on the eaves and also awakened the boy dozing under them.

Watching that beast racing across the fields, for a moment he even forgot the adults' often-repeated phrase, "Saint Xi above."

This train seemed longer than before, and the carriages painted in red appeared more spacious and beautiful than ever.

One day, I must go to Thunder City to have a look!

The boy bit off the straw he was chewing, thinking to himself.

Thinking of the beautiful girl on the poster, he suddenly felt that the Encyclopedia he threw aside didn't seem so dull anymore...

On the other side of the village.

Listening to the child shouting that he wants to become a train conductor when he grows up, the father who was putting down his hoe couldn't help but wear a nostalgic smile.

He still remembered his childhood dream was to be an adventurer, and now children don't even enjoy playing the roles of the Demon King and the Hero when playing house.

They think it's too outdated.

But he felt that time was passing too quickly...