Novel Full Chapter 1572: Some Happy, Others Miserable
Chapter 1572: Some Happy, Others Miserable
Your majesty Landon was back!
When Landon arrived, phone calls were made by his secretaries, reminding many who had listed meetings on a waitlist that he was back!
Hahahhaha~
Many twirled their phone cords happily, laughing and slapping their thoughts when thighs of how they would impress his majesty with the progress of their various projects
And amongst them was Overseer Tim, who nearly did a front somersault over his table in glee.
Whenever his majesty returns, do you know what that means?
The true emergence of technology!
Hahahhaha~
Tim raised his hands and lifted his face to the heavens, screaming in glory for such a good day.
Yes!
Apart from his family, friends, and life for Baymard, his sole sense of belonging fell on his current industry.
Tim was in love with his job, never feeling it boring or tiresome. And the things he loved most about his career were the new and godly technologies that sprung out constantly.
It was always a zoo here, with so much to do and so much to explore.
Theories were bombarded, new books and editions studied, new problems to solve, and days never being the same.
Who wouldn’t love such a job?
Tim felt his ancestors must have been heavily blessed for him to not only belong to Baymard but also gain his majesty’s trust.
Fate… Fate sure was an amazing thing.
Who would’ve known that his first meeting with his majesty in his old blacksmith shop would’ve marked the start of a beautiful friendship and an even more amazing life?
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Ring~~~
Tim’s phone went off.
He had just spoken to Landon’s secretary. So who could it be? He tilted his head and stared at the caller I.D, suddenly taken aback.
“Your majesty!!!… Hahahhaha~… It’s good to have you back and safe. You know, you’re still our beloved empire’s future.”
Tim nodded, smiled, and teased Landon while listening to his thoughts.
Hey… Unlike others, he and Landon started their relationship in an overly friendly manner. So even though Landon was his monarch, Landon would sometimes place his hands over his shockers, and he would do the same, as though they had been buddies for a hundred years.
Their relationship was just like that. And sometimes, he forgot how young his majesty Landon was compared to himself.
“You’re majesty, say less. Since you already stated you would arrive during this time, I had long placed the ads for hire and training as per project A.T… Interviews have been done, and chosen workers accepted. They received their correspondence letters via home mail and email. So they are very much aware of when the official training day begins.”
[Good, Tim… For this project, I take it the priority has always been those with previous experience across the other industries within the Lower Region?]
“Of course, your majesty! As you said, this project has to be completed fast. So, for now, we can’t afford to put those straight out of school for these. I gathered those from the Vehicle Manufacturing Industry, the ship manufacturing industry, and all the likes… Provided they had experience and accumulated specific skills, the priority went to them.”
Tim felt it was just right.
As it stands now in Baymard, those who started working in the Lower Region 2~3 years back became part-time students within the Baymardian Institute of Science & Engineering.
This move surprisingly decreased training time because earlier, all training time started with theoretical knowledge they knew nothing about.
Those graduating and coming to age at 15 would enter the Lower Region, needing much theoretical knowledge alongside practical.
But now, after taking the academy courses, one doesn’t need to overly explain things to them anymore.
This was a good breakthrough that made those in the various industries focus on practical work more heavily than before.
Of course, they would still give guidelines and step-by-step procedures on what to do, as well as why what they were doing was right.
But unlike before, those here understood the principles faster and worked more efficiently.
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Good guy!
Tim was too excited, thinking of the official project day being 3 days from now.
If his majesty hadn’t returned, he would have started the project without him. After all, all this time, he and many other selected others had been studying and experimenting with all concepts on the project.
Additionally, a small manufacturing industry had already been completed, ready for project manufacturing.
So yes… He was waiting for the students/workers to teach and hop right to it.
To Tim, this might just be the biggest project he had ever worked on!
(^π^)
Hazar!… Hazar!
Tim was delighted.
And just like that, the days went by, with Landon having some ‘peace,’ spending his days signing off piles and piles of documents.
What the hell?
Landon felt his poor wrists swell with pain.
He stared out the window and sighed, wanting to leave his office badly. But how could he when others are sealing him up in here?
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Landon didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
Who said running an empire was all about heroism and face?
Sigh…
He felt his secretaries were slowly getting out of hand.
Firstly, the 2 secretaries that followed him on his mission had brought… And this is no exaggeration… 2 entire suitcases of documents in eclipse and folders for him to sign.
He spent his hours at sea flicking his wrists away. And of course, he always had to read what he signed or at least get a brief explanation of what the document entitled from his secretary by his side.
So this again took time. And now that he was back, they piled all the documents he missed out on as a welcome gift.
Too brutal… He was out for close to 3 months.
And this was the thanks he got?
During these days, they ensured he never left the palace. When he said he wanted to move his feet, they offered to have a chest-level ‘wheeable’ table in front of him so he could keep signing the pictures during his so-called stroll out the palace roads.
Of course, if he wanted to stroll indoors, no problem. You can stroll in your office for 15 minutes, can’t you?
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Augh~
Landon thinned his lips, feeling very bullied right now.
‘I’m the monarch! I’m the ruler! So shouldn’t I be allowed to do what I want? What’s the point of having power when I can’t use it?’
Landon grumbled and crumbled, knowing he was being petty. He didn’t even mean the complaints he laid out.
He just wanted to stop flicking his twists already. Was that too much to ask?
Apparently, yes.
~Flip. Flip. Flip.
Papers turned one by one until a call came through.
It was from one of his secretaries in the room leading to his.
[Your majesty, it’s time for your afternoon snack and your 15-minute break… And your majesty, at your usual speed, finishing 5 piles by now should be nothing for you, no?]
Tut…
Landon grumbled once more. ‘Heartless things.’
Who is the monarch here?
Forget it… Forget it… He knew he had to finish it all before he could be free.
And he wouldn’t want to begin his project with Tim knowing his heartless secretaries would be chasing him like demons. Though in all honesty, he knew they were just doing their job and looking out for him. And apparently, Lucy’s situation wasn’t different either.
The 2 of them were trapped in the palace like Rapunzel in her high tower. And here he thought he would spend these few days after returning, having at least one date with Lucy within one of Baymard’s upcoming touristic towns.
But hey… one has to adjust to all situations in life. So he had already given her a picnic evening date after both had a long and tiring time with their secretaries.
They spent the evening in the main palace garden, eating supper alone and just dancing underneath the moonlight.
It was a simple yet amazing date for them. So he had no regrets.
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‘So tiring…’
Landon massaged his wrists, staring at his secretary, who opened the food for the palace chef to bring in his late-afternoon grub and beverages.
The foods were always light and not too much, ensuring he had enough space for supper.
The trolley rolled in, and his belly sang loudly.
The food was really delicious, and he again complimented the chef for the tasty sandwich, slice of cake, fruits, freshly baked biscuits, and tea.
“Thank you, your majesty, thank you!”
This was the highlight of the chef’s day, taking note of his majesty’s eating habits and favorite snacks.
Landon of course had to taste them all and tell his thoughts before relieving the Chef. After he was done, he would send for the trolley to be taken away.
And this was how Landon spent his hours as an imprisoned Monarch.
Until soon, the day came when he finally regained his freedom
Time for Project A.T… Alien Tech!