Chef Gustaeu and their caravan entered Angora City. Their mount, which would have been considered quite normal in the majority of the territories in the Queens region, now stuck out like a sore thumb in Angora City.
In fact, they barely ever saw horse drawn carriages anymore. Most of them were now these metal boxes that moved with tremendous speed and roared like a tiger.
It was as if they had just stepped foot onto a different planet. They seemed to be the only ones who were weirded out on these metal vehicles.
And it wasn't just the automobiles that surprised them. It was also the grand ongoing renovation occurring all over the city! Every house seemed to be under construction with some kind of improvement, and every road seemed to be replaced by these gray flat stone-like materials.
Angora City was undergoing a great change!
"This capital city has changed far too much," one of the chefs said. "There must be a conglomerate controlling this, right?"
