Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 7 Fully Automatic Baby Comforter
The village entrance was bustling with activity. Children ran around everywhere, and flocks of chickens, ducks, and geese clucked and chattered. Under an old tree, a modified horse-drawn carriage was parked.

Caesar thought he heard the sound of horses neighing, but upon approaching, he realized it was the sound of an engine.

The carriage had a tractor-like device at the front, with exposed metal mechanical structures, although it was equipped with a row of exhaust pipes from which thick smoke billowed.

The pungent smell of evaporating gasoline made Caesar frown and raise his little hand to cover his nose.

"It smells awful, doesn't it?" Yumilia took out a handkerchief and covered his nose with it.

The handkerchief with its faint fragrance made him feel a little better.

Although he was choked by gasoline, this was the first time Caesar had seen such a pure industrial creation since his resurrection. Although it was wild in style, with exposed mechanical structure, crude device, and loud noise, its core, the internal combustion engine that drives it, was a milestone in technological civilization.

The fact that a businessman can drive it around to do business proves the maturity of modern assembly line production and gasoline refining technology.

Yumilia carried him forward, where a row of large stalls displayed all sorts of goods. Many villagers were gathered around, some looking at the goods, some carefully selecting them, and others casually browsing them with a playful attitude.

A young man flipped through the magazine in his hand and said:
"Gross, why do you always bring in this kind of mindless stuff? Can't you come up with something more exciting, like that 'Stepmother's Secret' thing from last time?"

The young men present burst into laughter with a hidden meaning.

"You lot! Don't touch things if you're not buying! If you get books dirty, nobody will want them!"

A middle-aged man with a large beard, bald head, rough face, but wearing a sophisticated monocle stood behind the stall and shouted at the young people.

That was Gross, the traveling merchant. After dismissing the young men, he began to sell his goods to the surrounding villagers.

Yumilia, carrying Caesar, squeezed her way to the front of the stall.

Caesar's eyes also began to search among these goods.

Alarm clock, lighter, brush, umbrella, perfume, canned goods, medicine bottles, cigarette cases
He even saw a very bulky old-fashioned camera.

After walking around, he saw a pile of old books placed in the corner.

He was too far away to see what kind of books they were.

Let me see what I need.

Yumilia looked at the goods.

"Caesar also needs a stroller, as well as baby skincare products and toys."

The little elf muttered softly.

"Hey! Miss Elf, would you like to try this? I saw you taking care of the baby all by yourself last time, so I specially went to get this great invention!" Gross greeted Yumilia with a bright smile and called out loudly.

He took out a mechanical device, which had a rubber hand attached to a structure that resembled a fan shaft.

"Look, this is the latest fully automatic baby care machine. It can help you take care of your baby and save you more time," Gross said enthusiastically, introducing it not only to Yumilia but also to the other ladies around him.

"Really?" Yumilia blinked, looking at the mechanical device in Gross's hand.

"Don't look so interested! That thing could slap my head off!" Caesar protested inwardly.

“Of course! Let me show you,” Gross said, as he found a baby doll and placed the fully automatic baby care machine next to it.

"Look, as long as you wind this up, it can keep running for ten to fifteen minutes."

Grus wound the spring a few times, and then the hand connected to the pivot spun around, slapping the baby doll away.

The crowd's gazes followed the doll to the distance, then turned back to look at Gross.

"Uh, well, I probably twisted it a few too many times. Don't worry, just control the force." Gross smiled somewhat awkwardly. "So? Want to buy one?"

"Well, thank you for your recommendation, but I think I'll think about it some more." Yumilia forced a smile and hugged Caesar tighter in her arms.

When Gross couldn't sell to one woman, he tried selling her a fully automatic vegetable cutter.

"Are there already so many bizarre inventions?" Caesar wondered.

This situation has occurred in previous histories as well. Due to the development of technology, the upper limit of human imagination has been raised, and all sorts of strange inventions and creations have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Caesar stared at the pile of books in the corner and began shouting at them.

"Caesar, do you want that?" Yumilia looked over and saw a bright yellow rubber duck lying there.

She walked over, picked up the little duck, squeezed it in front of him, and it made a cheeping sound.

"Isn't it cute?" she said with a smile, her eyes narrowed.

Caesar swatted the duckling away and pointed forcefully at the pile of books.
"A book? Caesar, do you want a book?" Yumilia smiled helplessly. "It's all written in words, you can't understand it." But Caesar still insisted on holding up his little hand.

"Alright, I'll buy you one, little professor?" Although Yumilia thought it was impossible for Caesar to understand books with only text, she still happily picked one up.

Caesar glanced at the text on the cover.

Alice in Iron City

He opened the book again.

"Don't you like this?" Yumilia had no choice but to put him down and let him choose for himself.

Caesar rummaged through the pile of books, searching for a long time, and actually found a history book with its cover peeling off.

The title is still faintly discernible:

Civilization Emerging from Savagery and Darkness

The book was so thick that he, still a baby, couldn't even lift it, so he could only pat the cover with his little hands.

"Do you want this book?" Yumilia picked it up for him.

I flipped through a few pages.

"It feels so profound, and it's all text."

She closed the book and smiled slightly. "If Caesar wants it, then buy it."

She took the book to Gross and paid for it.

"Caesar, wait here for a moment, I need to go buy some things."

Yumilia placed Caesar under the old tree, and put the history books she had bought beside him.

Caesar eagerly turned the pages and started by looking at the table of contents.

The first page of the table of contents contains a history of a thousand years of war, which is the history before the establishment of the Kingdom of Elya.

Soon, he saw the chapter list of the Holy Elya Empire.

I saw his history.

The chapter about the empire alone takes up three full pages of the table of contents.

Caesar was actually a little nervous at this moment. Perhaps he was the only emperor who could see how posterity would evaluate him, rather than the chronicles compiled during his reign that were full of praise for him.

He took a deep breath and opened the first chapter of the empire's history.

Expedition, Dawn of the Empire

He was about to read when a creaking sound from the side interrupted him.

Turning his head, he saw a large white goose standing upright, stretching its neck and staring at him.

Caesar looked at the goose, and the goose looked at Caesar.

"Why should I care about a goose?" he muttered, wanting to continue reading his book.

But suddenly the white goose let out a loud squawk, spread its wings, stretched its neck forward, and lunged at him to bite.

"You beast! What do you think you're doing!" Caesar's heart tightened, and he quickly turned and scrambled to his feet.

But the big white goose was chasing after him relentlessly, honking as it went.

"Get away from me! What did I do to you? Why are you chasing me?!"

Caesar cried out as the white goose chased him around the tree again and again.

Just as they were about to catch up, Yumilia noticed the danger and rushed forward to pick him up, preventing the building from collapsing.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't cry, I'm here." Yumilia quickly comforted Caesar, who was frightened by the big white goose.

"This goose is an assassin! Kill it! Kill it!" Caesar, still in shock after being picked up, pointed at the white goose and yelled incoherently.

At this moment, the owner of the white goose ran over, grabbed the goose by the neck, apologized, and took the goose away.

(End of this chapter)