1660 Who Will Come?
Many people's eyes twinkled with excitement.
Seeing these never-seen-before Baymardian vehicles drive in, these giants felt their eyes explode with excitement.
"Awesome! Just look at the size of that beauty!"
(Fhee-Fheew~) someone whistled. "I bet it's really cozy too."
"Damn. Can anyone tell me how they made smooth beautiful wheels? It's not made of wood. So what is it?"
"Hey! Hey! Rodney! Your big head is blocking my way! I can't see what the wheels are made of."
"Damn. Can you imagine riding this beauty?"
"But how did they do it? How can it move so fast if there are no horses, riding wolves, or animals pulling it?"
"That is... How can they drive it with no coachman outside? More importantly, how can I get one of my own?"
....
The cars, the return of the 3rd prince, and today's victory made the crowd really pumped up.
"Father! This unfilial son is back!"
"Hahahhahahahha~... what unfilial?"
Timothy laughed warmly, controlling the tears that threatened to fall.
Well, as a monarch, it would be unbecoming to cry in front of everyone.
"Father?" Artemis was shocked when his father took him in a warm embrace.
Erm... What should he do? How should he react?
His body turned stiff, but it soon eased listening to his father's whispers of how worried he was about him.
Father and son seem to reconnect in a way they've never done.
The scene was so touching that some grown men almost lost their cool too, as their eyes moistened. But of course, some didn't bother hiding it, swearing they were crying because of the victory.
You have to know that the only true reason a man should cry in public was if they won or lost a war, or if they lost a loved one.
Do you know how many men shed tears on the battlefield after winning victoriously?
That was not a shameful thing.
Damn. The scene was truly beautiful, but Timothy knew this wasn't the time for their father and son to have their moment. Their guest was looking at them with sly eyes, as though asking them if they abated a room to continue their little reunion.
Timothy coughed to hide his embarrassment, looking at Landon's entourage kindly. Of course, he secretly scrutinized him too.
"Esteemed guest... On behalf of the Soma empire, I want to thank you for coming to our aid in our time of need."
At first, Timothy was afraid they might not be able to understand their language, but when Landon spoke, he was pleasantly surprised.
He also found that some of the Baymardians vaguely understood the language too.
Of course, Landon said that though his people might not be fluent in Oma, he was very familiar with Roma and Zohl.
.
Oma was the language of Omania, and Roma was the language of Romania.
Of course, the continents of Romain and Zohl had similar languages, at least 97% similar.
Like many people in this era, it was impossible for someone to know just one language.
That was pure laziness!
Even if you can't write or recognize words, you must at least know how to speak other languages, especially since many merchants come and go from place to place.
Even peasant children, fishermen, farmers, and local people pick up words from foreign merchants in the markets. So what's a person's excuse for only knowing one language?
The Soma empire also had a few foreign allies out of Omania from both Zohl and Romain.
So how can they not understand the language of their ally people? Heh.
You must be joking!
Since Zohl and Roma were so similar, knowing one was like knowing the other.
Understanding Landon's hint, Timothy switched to Roma in a blink of an eye.
"It's an honor to meet you, your majesty Timothy. I myself am the monarch of a great empire called Baymard, in a continent named Pyno."
Eh? Pyno? Where is that?
Many were so confused wondering if Pyno was at the edge of the world or something like that.
How come they've never heard of it?
Could it be that they've been holed up in their comfortable Omania, thus missing the uprising of newly discovered continents decades ahead of technological advancements?
Heh.
If they knew Pyno was a continent as old as theirs, how would they react?
.
"This is my father... King-Father Lucius, and my subordinates, which I won't mind introducing in detail once we settle down. After all, we do have many prisoners with us that need to be taken away."
Ah!
"Look at my manners!" Timothy exclaimed in shock. "Don't worry! I will have my royal chefs prepare a hell of a feast for you!... as for the prisoners..."
Blink. Blink.
Why doesn't he see anyone?
"Father, they are in the metal carriages. No need to search for them. We've spoken a lot here, causing a commotion. So let's go to the palace and show the guests in." Artemis suggested, reminding his father of the spectacle they were causing.
Landon smiled. "I'll be happy to be in your care. But to facilitate our movements, why don't you and your aides ride with us?"
Landon was like a devil, enticing them to the world of modern technology.
Of course, the vehicle he rode in with Artemis, though a military one, was for royal and noble guests to travel in.
It's also the sort Landon would use if he was going on a trip with his family through dangerous terrain.
The inside was exquisite and spoke of nobility through and through.
The question is... who were those his majesty Timothy would choose to ride with him?
"Immediately several people came forth, staring at Timothy with scorching eyes.
Whether it was Commander Gordon, Commander Jackson, and the others, they were too curious about what the interior looked like.
"Your majesty, as your long-time friend who has been with you since young, It's only right that I be with you."
"What the hell, you old dog! Who hasn't been with his majesty since young? I was his companion from the age of 5! So what are you talking about?"
"Pooh! You two are being ridiculous! This is not a matter of who knows his majesty the longest. As one of his Majesty's most diligent ministers, I must be with his majesty every step of the way. Besides... what's the use of you being with his majesty when your brain is the size of a bean?"
"Screw you! What's wrong with my brain? At least I'm not the one passing out in a gutter from excess drinking!"
"Damn old man! I don't care what you say. I'm going with his majesty and that's that!"
"No, me! I dare you to take my spot! Heh. Look at you! You have never seen me in a drinking match, but you dare compete with me for a place beside his majesty?"
"Blah, blah, blah, blah..."
[Timothy]: (-_-)
