1662 So You Wanna Be A Gangster?
When the news of victory spread out, a messenger was quick to get on his horse and alert the palace.
However, Landon's group had long overtaken the messenger, so the palace was still on high alert, seeing the strange mechanical monsters run their way.
Of course behind these mechanical monsters were also various guards in the city who chased widely after them thinking it was an enemy attack.
Gritting their teeth, the guards pointed their spears and swords at the metal monsters now on standby.
It had only been 3 seconds since the strange creatures arrived, yet it seemed both sides had been plunged into a fierce face-off for eternity.
It was only after the Giant in the front Baymardian vehicle stepped out, that they froze, trying to comprehend the short and brief message passed out.
"Open the city gates! These are carriages belonging to our new allies. The war is won!"
Boom!
Fireworks went off in everyone's mind, still in disbelief that these were carriages and not monsters.
What was the driving force pulling these carriages forward?
Though the head guard at the front was dazed, he quickly woke up from his stupor, hastily slapping the back heads of several giants.
"Well? What the hell are you all waiting for? The war is won! Our allies are to be let in on His Majesty's orders!"
Move. Move. Move. Move!
Everyone quickly gave way, while raising hands to those on the 2nd floor of the palace gates.
Roll the gates up!
In a massive room above the gates, 8 men placed their hands on the 8 thick, horizontal staffs attached to a massive metal piece that could rotate in both clockwise and anti-clockwise directions.
With hands purposefully dusted with sand, the men took their stance, pushing the object in a clockwise manner.
Soon, the heavy sounds of clanging could be heard, as several massive chains began unwinding themselves from the heavy object at the center, thus causing the thick barred gates to rise high.
The guards who were vigilant to the vehicles, were all within the entrance tunnel with spears, swords and shields.
Now that they got wind of the war is won, they released collective sights of relief, stepping aside for the grand procession of Baymardian carriages to drive in.
Hot Damn!
Knowing these were carriages, it would be a lie to say they weren't interested in owning some of their own.
VRRMMMMMM~
The vehicles drove in swiftly, but at times the windows were let down, allowing many in the palace to see their fellow Gaints inside.
Hey! Some giants even waved, as though telling the others that they were not held hostage or kidnapped.
The news quickly spread, but was never as fast as the Baymardians, since their vehicle could pack a punch in terms of speed.
Getting out of the wonderful vehicle, Timothy and the others were so obsessed with it all.
Why did the time go so fast?
Did you know that it was only during these last 11 minutes that the bastard 3rd prince mentioned there being a strange box in the vehicle that could show tiny people moving and speaking in it?
Do you know how drawn they were to the movie called 'Goodfellas?'
What's that famous line they were so in love with? Oh yes...
[As far back as I can remember, I've always wanted to be a gangster!]
The music, the style, everything about the movie was so cool! And just look at the outfits they wore. Were those called suits?
Of course, Landon would never put guns, as the original movie did.
No. Things like axes, hidden weapons and whatnot were what was displayed on the screen. But it's just the way he put it all together was too similar to the original Goodfella movie.
He replaced all gun-firing scenes with someone firing an ax or cool hidden weapons while still keeping the overall emotions and suspense of the movie.
Oh... and they insinuated the use of black powder in some explosive scenes too.
Damn.
Everyone was so in love with the Movie that they didn't want to leave when the driver announced they had reached the palace gates
What the hell? Why were they arriving so soon? Everyone cursed underneath their feathers, secretly blaming Artemis for only bringing the TV matter up too late.
Bastard!
Initially, they thought he suffered, doing his best to rush back with their ally. But after hearing he spent weeks enjoying such comforts, they really couldn't pity him at all!
'Screw you! Why we were busting our ashes, you were drinking that champagne, apple juice, orange juice, Pepsi, and mango juice, while also
Eating Cheetos, Doritos, and all the other goodies?'
If eyes could kill Artemis would be dead by now.
How can they watch a movie without eating something? Landon and Lucius were good hosts, giving them snacks and drinks from the fridge.
Hey. There were even small cakes kept in a cupboard that was baked yesterday in the military kitchen vehicle.
That's right.
There was a vehicle just for cooking meals since their Baymardian group consisted of hundreds of people.
During this time, their caution towards Landon and Lucius lessened greatly. It was mostly due to Lucius who didn't have the demeanor of a king-father.
He was lax, very outspoken, and easy to get along with too.
Perhaps the most interesting thing was how he got along with his son, Landon. He rubbed the boy's head, slapped his back playfully, and father and son also came at each other most amusingly.
Soon, everyone laughed together, tasting champagne and whatnot.
Alas...
Many wished they could drag his TV box to their homes and watch till their eyes bleed.
"Erm... Nephew..."
Timothy nudged Landon on the sides whispering like a thief in the night.
"Nephew... after seeing your TV box, you won't be so cruel to let this old man be without one, right?"
"Of course not, uncle. I brought a few as gifts. My men will set them up tomorrow for you."
"Tomorrow?" Climbing up the many outdoor steps into the main mansion, Timothy felt tomorrow was too far.
Then again, they have to deal with all matters concerning the war now. Hopefully, time will pass quickly, right?
Although the others stayed silent, they could hear the whispers between Landon and Timothy.
If Landon brought many TV boxes as gifts to Timothy, does this mean they have a chance to take some back too? After all, what will Timothy do with so many TV boxes?
He sent his family out of Soma. Meaning, only he and Artemis would be in the palace. In that case, why not give them a few?
Everyone's mood was bubbly and calm, but not for long.
Reaching the top of the grand outdoor stairs, Landon turned to face the fleet of vehicles, taking out his walkie.
"Bring the prisoners out!"
Prisoners!
How did they forget?
Timothy grew cold, seeing the injured Adonis survivors in cuffs escorted out of the vehicles.
These men killed his sons, his soldiers and his people!
Commander Jackson, who also had his 2nd son killed, soon vanished from their sight appearing beside the survivors below.
Don't say it! Looking at the prisoner who was the most well-dressed and heavily guarded, he knew this was the true leader of the group.
Bam!
Everett wanted to cry with no tears, feeling the whole world was bullying him too much.
With how badly injured his jaw was, he found it hard to utter a single word.
Ban! Bam! Bam! Pah! Boom! Bam!
"Where the hell do you think you're running to?" Jackson cracked his knuckles cruelly. "Get over here!"
Dragging the fallen Everett who was crawling away, Jackson's eyes were truly murderous. But lucky for Everett, Lucius was once again here to save his life.
"Let go of me, brother Lucius!"
"I won't. You need to calm down. The scum deserves death but don't beat him to it. He still has to answer for his life."
Jackson tried moving his hand but found it couldn't move at all.... not even by an inch.
Looking at Lucius's hand holding his, he didn't find any protruding veins or signs of Lucius exerting his all to hold him back.
What sort of monster is his new brother Lucius? Sure enough, to be King-Father of such a strong empire meant this guy was a force to be reckoned with.
The idea popped in Jackson's head only briefly before being overturned by his current grief and hatred when staring at the now passed-out Everett.
With the farce over, the prisoners were shown to the palace dungeon, where they would continue recovering Baymardian treatment, irrespective of whether they would get publicly executed or not.
As Baymardian doctors and nurses, it was their duty to save lives.
Like so, today's victory spread out like a plague, calming the Capital city in one swoop. And soon, the night was here.
Landon lay on his guest bed, closing his eyes cheekily. With Artemis already on his side, he knew tomorrow, they would likely complete their main task.
"Tomorrow, we sign the treaty!"
It was just that Landon wasn't the only one who had things going according to plan.
Far, far away in a dark room, several figures with black hoods, all sharpened their weapons in cruel smiles on their lips.
"Witches!... Tomorrow, we make the Traitor's Daughter face our wrath."
Tomorrow, Lucy must pay!
