1523 Meeting Concluded!
The meeting had already gone by for 2 hours and a half now, yet no one was bored or felt the need to take a stand at all!
What a joke.
How could they when they were afraid of missing any information if they got distracted?
The group of Titarians sat upright like good pupils in a classroom.
Anyone with questions would raise the small plastic board on their tables and ask away.
They had to ask questions pertaining to each section Landon spoke on before mining to the next.
Damn!
They wanted to write all they heard, but again, we're too scared to be too engulfed in writing that they missed bits and pieces of information his majesty Landon dishes out.
Fortunately, at the start of the meeting, it was said there were three people assigned to take down what they called the 'meeting minutes.'
And after the 3 went over and combined their works, they would send in these meeting minutes to everyone here.
The Titarians were no doubt taken aback and amazed by something so simple yet so effective.
It was such a good method.
Moreover, the meeting minutes would only be delivered here in the palace.
So once things were compiled, they would be summoned to recover the minutes.
There would never be a 3rd partner to deliver the minutes over, lest an assassin or someone else intercepted the document.
For ministers like themselves, they would look at the document before throwing it in the fire.
One should never underestimate the brain ability of these people to recall the things they read detailly.
Doing such things was normal.
As ministers, high-ranking Knightly commanders, and those of higher status, they dealt with important information like these on a daily basis.
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"Any further questions will have to be answered in the Q&A section of the agenda."
The only reason he allowed these first few questions was because they had finished talking about that section earlier than stated on the agenda.
"Moving on... Visas and Passports!"
Oh?
What were those?
Many had their ears perked to the sky.
And just like the other treaty-signed empires, their situations differed from ordinary guests from other regions.
For passport covers;
•Baymardians had 'RED' colored passport covers.'
'U.N/treaty-signed empires had 'BLUE' covers.
•& The rest had 'GREEN' passport covers.
•Royals from Baymard and all Treaty-signed nations had 'GOLD' covers.
•While Royals from non-treaty signed Empires had 'Silver' covers, with gold linings across the edges of the covers.
Everyone looked at the images of sample passports, feeling that such an identification method was excellent.
"Yes, Minister Abdali."
"Thank you, your Majesty. My question is about the small portraits/pictures in the passports... On your end, wouldn't it be daunting to have Painters paint everyone's image? At this rate, would it be advisable for us to send large numbers of knights for training?"
Yes! The question was valid, and many... Even Gregory wanted to know just how these Baymardians would paint the faces of hundreds and thousands all at once.
Or could it be they had a lineup of painters sitting in wait just to do the job?
It seemed a little unrealistic, especially when the painters also spent their time creating the images on the many hamlets and Baymardian magazines they had seen.
F***!
This was too exaggerated!
(>°π°)
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They tried to rack their brains on how it was all done.
Too bad their imagination was limited.
Landon chuckled, finding their worries funny.
With Cameras, a massive bringing press, and many other Baymardian technologies, how could something as simple as a passport picture be hard for them?
"For this matter, my empire has developed a certain technology dwelling in this aspect. So it's not an issue for us." Landon spoke casually, shrugging his shoulders as though it were nothing.
You look at me; I look at you.
True or false?
Everyone was more than curious about how these Baymardians would do it.
Like so, the meeting continued, with their faces stretching to all sorts of lengths.
Sometimes excited, sometimes confused, other times anxious to ask all the questions of life like babies coming into the world.
They spoke on education, travel, and the various other opportunities this newfound relationship would have if they agreed to be allies.
Again, they touched on the matter of taking in dangerous prisoners they couldn't guarantee to hold in Titarian.
You have to know that almost weekly, people escape from their grasp, falling into the cycle of getting captured, escaped, captured, escaped, and captured again... Even during public executions.
Why? Because these people had their forces in the dark watching their backs.
Sometimes, an entire Assassin guild would storm out with thousands of super passing to rescue them.
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Like many empires in these medieval times, it was hard to guarantee a certain high-ranked prisoner would stay put.
Typically, such people had to be publicly executed to liberate the families of their victims, as well as to calm public arrest.
Just saying 'oh, he's dead' was not enough.
If the people aren't satisfied, there might be a distarius. The ordinary folks would be like frightened chickens, too scared to move or even go to work, all worrying about their lives too.
Again, even if they killed the prisoner, it has to be when they are in the Capital.
Let's say they capture the prisoner in a location 3 months away from here.
If they kill the prisoner, his body would be too unrecognizable by the time they arrive at the Capital.
Such situations did give the criminals opportunities to flee before reaching close to the Capital.
But what could they do about it?
Sigh... It was really hard during these medieval times.
Additionally, they sometimes kept the criminals alive to torture and extract all information from them.
For such mass serial killers, when they escaped, it was guaranteed that at least 3,000 or more innocent would die in the hands of these murderous criminals who killed for fun.
Even the prison guards weren't safe. So who wouldn't want such criminals off their hands?
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Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.
Time seemed to go by quickly.
Meeting Over!
Everyone had smiles on their faces as they witnessed the treaty signing process.
Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.
Wonderful!!!
They were ecstatic.
However, in another corner of Titarian, Lucy's team was in a very, very... Very hard pickle!!
... What to do?
