Chapter 1734 Solved Mystery!
What a grand day!
The airport was buzzing with thousands of people who ventured into the scene for the first time.
Yes!
Although commercial planes haven't been launched yet, the airport was opened today for the first time to allow many to witness the flying scene.
In a way, today was also a welcome day celebrating the airport itself, allowing many to tour and see what was special about it compared to the Coastal Port and Landport.
Oh, my heavens!
Many exclaimed when pulling up into the scene, as it was too grand and many times larger than any port (land or coastal), Baymard had to offer.
International flights, local flights... departures, arrivals, everything was as clear as day.
Luckily, many already understood what the labels meant since the Coastal port had the same dividing system too.
In the coastal port, arrivals had their sections, departures had their sections and of course, there was a grand waiting s.p.a.ce that occurred all floors above the main floor.
A majority of ground floor and underground s.p.a.ce was for security teams, bag and weapon storage, check-ins, check-outs and so on.
Thanks to their familiarity with the coastal Port, everyone more or less understood the main signs and layouts of the airport.
Looking out of the limo windows, Gordon almost became one with the gla.s.s in awe.
Why was this airport far bigger than the Coastal Port? What was the essence of the large open s.p.a.ce he had a preview of when they were driving here?
Placing his hand on his heart, Gordon felt his chest grow so tight it was almost difficult to breathe.
Bubuum. Bubuum. Bubuum.
Gordon could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
What was this feeling of antic.i.p.ation like, you ask? Well, let's just say the b.u.t.terflies in his belly have been rumbling chaotically, as though he was lacking a meal or 2.
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In his limo vehicle were Timothy, Jackson, and 2 others.
As for their children and families, they followed in an official Royal bus behind.
No one said a thing, as the vehicle's radio was on, talking endlessly about the excitement spread across Baymard.
[This is SUSAN Walker reporting live from the Downtown District G pub, the Grizzly Bear. Today, an uncountable number have stormed the pub, either taking several seats or standing around in antic.i.p.ation of another Historical moment. Hahahahhahaha~... I tell you now Tim, they are really something.]
Gordon had to hand it to these media reporters who knew how to hook their audience with just a few sentences.
d.a.m.n!
It was only now that he realized he was sitting at the edge of his seat with fidgeting legs the longer he waited for the host to spill the beans.
Come on... Come on...
'You must know what it is right? You shrewd media people must know what type of flying contraption it is. So why not just spill it now and stop this old man from having a heart attack?'
Rolling his eyes heavenwards, Gordon felt the urge to curse.
The wait was killing him
But he wasn't the only one on the cusp of dying.
"Driver, can you turn that up a bit?" Timothy requested as though turning up the Volume would make the media host on the other end spill the beans faster.
With a calm and slight smirk, the driver nodded. "Of course, esteemed guests."
[What was that Tim? Everyone wants to know what the bets are and what are the current odds in the Grizzly Bear pub. Well then, why don't we interview the manager and the people?]
Gordon and the others waited in silence, listening to the many thoughts of those in the pub/bar.
All in all, everyone concluded it should be a hot air balloon. But what style or intricate design would it follow?
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[Number 3!!"]
When the host placed her microphone on a vast crowd in one direction they all yelled number 3.
Placing her microphone in another direction the majority yelled number 1! And in another direction, the majority yelled number 2!
Crazy!
It was amazing that such a thing made many stand from their initial seats and pick locations close to those betting on the same idea as them.
What? Haven't you heard that like-minded people stick together?
Of course, some still stayed put, though they argued the h.e.l.l out of the other ideas with the opposition.
The scene was similar to how many in public areas react in Landon's former world whenever a football/soccer match was on.
Real Madrid vs a.r.s.enal?
Many would wear their team jerseys and argue out on why their team would definitely win and why their team was the best.
Amid a goal, people would jump out and hug each other while the losers even went as far as crying in woe.
No matter what sport was invented in the world, no Sport can beat Football.
The dedication the fans have for football was legendary. Some even divorce their partners because their partners jumped sides mid-marriage.
How can I trust you when you are a confused person who can even support a team like Chelsea?
Say no more!
The marriage is off!
(*x*)
The feeling was the same for many right now.
In the bar, their eyes remained glued to the TV while talking about their bets.
And in the vehicle, Timothy and the others also chose sides, with a majority of them picking number 3.
"All of you shouldn't forget that we had the privilege of getting on one of the Hot air balloons while in Omania. Although it's amazing the cold high up is no joke."
"That's right. You would expect that with how hot our Soma empire was during that time, the air up there would also be boiling. Didn't you notice it was slighter colder and breezy too?"
To be honest, the air there wasn't cold but felt more like the start of summer in other empires.
At least compared to the scorching heat below that could even crack up the land, it was far cooler up in the clouds than down.
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Jackson rubbed his chin in thoughtful confusion. "If the air is like that above our Soma, then imagine how icy it will be for places like Baymard. Is it even possible to have it go so high up, or will they be flying at a distance not too high from ground floor?"
Pah!
Gordon slapped his thighs excitedly.
"Old Jack, I think you've solved it! It will be a new hot air balloon design that will fly very low, solving the cold air issue.
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That's it.
That's gotta be it because they couldn't think of any other invention that could travel sky-high.
It's amazing that even though metal s.h.i.+ps have been miraculously proven to work by Baymard, many didn't think ma.s.sive chunks of metal could fly.
You don't understand.
Although it was a Michael that metal s.h.i.+ps could float, it was indeed very acceptable because water was a substance.
When you look at it, air was basically imaginary.
With water, you can feel it, measure it by pouring in buckets and even grasp a bit of buoyancy laws when dropping wood and other items in it to float.
Water was THERE.
They can swish it about, ripple it, and control it with the naked eye if need be.
But air was another matter on its own.
Please!
There was nothing holding anything from dropping to the ground.
At least water was like a cus.h.i.+on that supported the s.h.i.+ps from sinking to the bottom.
But air... you can drop a wooden stake and it will fall. Drop a ball and it would fall.
Heck!
Drop a human and they too will fall!
No one was excepted from the gravitational pull air possessed.
So how can they picture metal flying?
At least with hot air balloons, the ballot itself was like a large parachute with hot air working against gravity.
Don't you see that Baymard had done its best to ensure the hot air balloon was very lightweight so it could fly up easily?
Metal was heavy, thus impossible to sustain high up.
No way! No way!
Many didn't even think in that direction. Only those who designed the many cargo planes smirked in the crowd with mysterious glints in their eyes.
They didn't even partic.i.p.ate in the betting, since all options were wrong!
They acted like hermits who knew everything underneath the sun, saying nothing and only focused on watching the good show.
For sure, a majority of them were in the airport site itself, wanting to see their creations touch the skies before the world!
At this moment, many thought that this must be what
in James Bond felt whenever he saw Bond use his creations.
Of course, when 007 destroys them, that was another matter on its own.
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Vrmmmmmm~
The vehicles ventured into one of the many parking s.p.a.ces heading straight for the high-end reserve s.p.a.ce for royals, n.o.bles, overseers and top ministry officials.
Their parking zones were different and more expensive since, as they came with many other perks, especially for those who owned Baymardian vehicles.
Stepping out of the vehicle, Timothy and the others wasted no time meeting Landon and the others who drove in front of them.
"Well? What are we waiting for? Let's go in now!"
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