Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

Chapter 109 MacMillan, the Vanished Hunter!

The officer's shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

At this moment, all the officials and gentry stood up straight, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of this important figure.

As the officer stepped aside, a distinguished-looking young man slowly walked in.

The man was tall and slender, with a faint smile on his face.

He wore a well-tailored dark inspector's uniform with gleaming epaulettes and a triangular medal personally awarded by the King on his chest.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting. The journey was long, so please forgive me for taking a day off. I just wanted to meet you all in the best possible condition."

As soon as he entered the banquet hall, Macmillan was elegant in demeanor. His voice was clear and pleasant, with a strong Chongqing accent, which made him sound even more dignified and noble.

Just then, the mayor of Wiltling and his wife stepped forward to welcome Mike.

"Your Excellency Milan, I am the mayor of Veltlin, my name is Henri Weiss. It is a great honor to have you in Veltlin!"

With that, Mayor Henry Weiss of Wiltling bent down and kissed the back of Mike Milley's hand.

"You're too kind, Mayor Henry." Mike nodded slightly, then looked at the woman behind Mayor Henry. "This must be your wife."

"Oh! Yes, Your Excellency Milan! She is my wife, her name is Nora!"

The mayor, a beautiful woman, hurriedly bowed to Mai Milan, lifting the hem of her lace dress.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency Milan."

Mike took the mayor's wife's hand and said to the mayor with envy, "Mr. Mayor, you are so lucky to have married such a beautiful lady!"

He patted the mayor's wife's delicate hand and sincerely praised her, "You are so beautiful, madam! Your eyes fascinate me!"

"Oh! Mr. Milan, you have such a sweet tongue! If I were still eighteen, I would definitely be captivated by you!" The mayor's wife was amused by MacMillan's words.

"But now you possess a more alluring charm than an eighteen-year-old girl; this is a gift from time!"

McMillan smiled and released his grip, then looked at Mayor Henry standing to the side.

"Yeah! The clothes aren't cheap!" Mike said.

Mayor Henry specially chose a scarlet robe today to welcome MacMillan, with fur trim and black velvet piping.

Henry chuckled upon hearing this. He was about to share with McMillan the amusing story of how the tailor made this dress for him, but the next moment, McMillan's words made him break out in a cold sweat.

"This reminds me of the fact that your city hall's renovation costs exceeded the budget by a full 47% last year, and even the drainage systems of the surrounding major cities were cut by 30%. I'd like to hear the reasons for that."

Mayor Henry's expression changed instantly upon hearing this; the composure he had displayed just moments before vanished completely.

When the surrounding guests heard McMillan questioning the mayor in such a setting, they all lowered their heads and dared not utter a sound.

But there was one exception among these people: Viscount William.

Viscount William looked at Macmillan with great interest.

He turned to Barkley and whispered, "I'll bet you ten gold pounds that this McMillan will bring a lot of surprises to our lackluster city of Wiltling."

Barkley echoed, "I completely agree with you, sir."

While Viscount William and Barkley were talking, Macmillan waved his hand with a smile: "I was just kidding. Although there are some flaws in the accounts, there's no denying, Mayor Henry, that under your brilliant leadership, the textile industry in Wiltling has flourished! Even the people of Carus are wearing our clothes!"

After saying that, McMillan gave Henry Weiss a tight hug.

Henry Weiss, having returned to heaven from hell, gasped for breath, as if he had just had a terrifying dream.

As the music started, the atmosphere in the banquet hall gradually became cheerful.

Introduced by the mayor, MacMillan greeted the local gentry one by one, serving them champagne.

"Your Excellency Milan, this is Viscount William of the Sutcliffe family," the mayor introduced.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. William."

Mike looked William up and down with great interest.

"Me too." William nodded simply.

Suddenly, Mike made a suggestion to William: "Mr. William, I heard about your estate before I came. It's a beautiful house, a typical example of the combination of classical and industrial aesthetics. I happen to be quite interested in architectural aesthetics, so I wonder if I could visit it sometime?"

Viscount William's heart sank upon hearing this, but he dared not show it on his face.

He could only say, "Of course, it would be my honor, Your Excellency Milan. You are always welcome to visit my humble abode. Although the estate is simple, there are some places worth seeing."

"I'll be really looking forward to that day. Goodbye."

Viscount William watched Mike's retreating figure, put down his wine glass, and muttered under his breath, "So he's an old fox after all."

Meanwhile, while the banquet hall was filled with singing and dancing, in a river in the Dark Oak Forest...

Lyndon and Cecilia drifted hand in hand on the river.

They were knocked unconscious by the raging river.

The two of them didn't know how long they had been floating in the water.

Finally, a guy fishing by the river spotted the two people in the river.

He dropped his fishing rod, jumped into the water, and pulled the two men out of the water.

Seeing that the two were still breathing, the man took them back to his residence.

As the fire in the stove rose, the two people, whose body heat had been taken away by the river water, gradually warmed up.

Lyndon was the first to wake up.

He let out a painful groan, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Water—water—"

Lyndon raised his hand and groped around.

At this moment, the man who brought them back helped Lyndon up and then brought a bowl of freshly boiled ginger tea to Lyndon's lips.

After taking a sip of hot tea, Lyndon's previously scattered consciousness instantly refocused.

He can barely manage to utter a complete sentence.

"Thank you, sir."

Lyndon said weakly, clutching his chest.

"It's nothing, I just happened to see you floating on the river," the man said in a deep voice. He walked to the stove and poked at the embers with a stick. "So why were you in the river? And why did you come here?"

Linden struggled to sit up and said, "We were being chased and unfortunately fell off a cliff. Luckily, there was a river below the cliff, and that's how you saved us."

The man scoffed, "Being hunted? Are there assassins in this forest besides wild beasts?"

Lyndon smiled awkwardly. Because of his and Cecilia's special status, and because he didn't know much about the person in front of him, he didn't dare to reveal anything.

"By the way, sir, what's your name? We'll definitely repay you when we get out of here."

The man paused in his stirring of the fire, then stood up, took off his hat, revealing a weathered, stubble-covered face.

"Just call me the Hunter!"

When Lyndon saw that familiar face, his mouth dropped open in astonishment.

Because standing before him was none other than the mysterious hunter who had vanished!