Chapter 1760 A Difficult Start

Change was a must.

Timothy was more determined to turn the entire Soma upside down just to make this change evident before he stepped down and handed the throne to Artemis.

During these days in Baymard, he has thought about it a lot.

Before the end of next year, he will step down.

But before that, he will do his best to better Soma.

At first, Timothy thought the entirety of Pyno looked the same as Baymard.

But only when visiting Arcadina, Carona, and the other Pyno employees, did he understand that they too began changing after seeing Baymard.

Even if the rest of the world doesn't have electricity, so what?

They improvised and made everything work with their situation.

There were street lights, order, and many job opportunities that sprung up like flowers in these empires.

These people were so smart, choosing to bring Baymard into their empires through various creative means.

For example, smart people now sell Baymardian foods as street vendors in their empires, surprisingly making a s.h.i.+t load of money they never expected.

While in Carona, Deiferus spoke to so many street vendors who would light up like the sun whenever his majesty Landon or his majesty Henry was mentioned.

These people could speak for hours on these monarchs, all full praises for what they have done.

"You don't understand. His Majesty Henry permitted us to sell food on this street. This street is ours alone! It's for us! And the best part is, the tax we pay is very reasonable, no cheating at all! Everything can be calculated with a calculator!"

"That's right! If it was years ago, those greedy officials working for the late Julius Tudor, the former monarch, would have visited us 3 times a month to suck any profits we make out!"

"Hmph! What we want is something uniform. At least show us what we are paying, and stick to it. Today, everything is clear. Property taxes and everything else are added. There are even tax returns too."

"In short, everything is clear. There's really no room for cheating me out of my money! And now that I'm literate, it's even more impossible!"

"Yeah! And the most amazing thing is his majesty Landon who is so kind to arrange seminars and gatherings to help us improve our businesses!"

(^0^)

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The more they spoke, the more it seemed like they were talking about a G.o.d or something.

Anyway, Landon has helped them a lot, and when they implemented his tactics their sales shot up the roof to incredible heights that made some even carve statues of Landon in their homes.

Many call him the G.o.d of wealth.

Some seminars are free, and others are costly. But if you invest, keep at it and stay focused you are bound to see results.

Many gurus have trained under Landon, and now taught courses of their own too.

They have their own following on the internet and are dedicated to those who seek their help.

As for street vendors they too have their own community, just like merchants have their a.s.sociation.

These Vendors hold annual meetings in particular chosen places around Pyno, every year choosing to host it in 1 empire.

But it's said that after a year and a half, the organization will start hosting these events in places outside of Pyno, choosing to host them in other UN empires in Romain, Zohl and now Omania.

Hey, it's good for them to use that time to also see the world and understand various cultures.

Who knows... maybe they will be impressed by the food there, using it as inspiration.

Landon has always told them not to only focus on Baymarfian food.

That's why if you look at their menu options you'll see most places have a variety of foreign and local treats too.

For example, the Caronian Spring fumbling is a good favorite that he ate in Deiferus.

Being open to all satisfies people from all walks of life.

Through his many travels, he spoke to the common people, and even visited someone's home, seeing how light bulbs, solar was.h.i.+ng machines and other useful gadgets help them.

They also had solar and battery-powered fans, locks that sang when sensing forceful entry, and other amazing items that gave them more free time to do what they loved.

For example, the man he spoke to, said his wife was a Novel writer, writing Dark romance books in their home. She loved writing during the summer when the gra.s.s was greener and the flowers blooming.

And while waiting, she would turn on the was.h.i.+ng machine, allowing it to warm while she wrote.

Now, she no longer spends time doing ch.o.r.es and stressing herself to death.

People in this era were overworked, which was why their menstrual periods came 1 or thrice a year.

After she writes, she will go to their farm, and work for 6~7 hours before returning.

Of course, before writing, she has already cooked today's meal.

When you think about it the only time she has for herself is that small window of opportunity she uses to do things she loves like writing.

At least with the was.h.i.+ng machine, she can have a breather before working again.

The man said that before visiting Baymard, he thought his wife was completely happy. But only after realizing how hard she works, did he decide to buy these gadgets for them.

And sure enough, it did the trick.

During summer, she smiled more, even when doing ch.o.r.es around the house. And after 2 years, she surprisingly got pregnant again in her old age (33).

Timothy was shocked by all he knew, and also taken aback by how neat the home was.

Public awareness was huge here, with no one throwing dirt on the roads and around their houses carelessly anymore.

Their houses were clean and well-organized, and their faces had almost no boils and excessive pimples.

People said they don't get ill as they used to. Now that their mattresses were thicker, their blankets warmer, their boots st.u.r.dy, and their clothes so thick it made them sweat in winter!

The more Timothy thought of it, the more amazed he was.

The Empire had organized garbage days, and even recycling offices where people got paid money for an exchange of empty gla.s.s bottles.

Hey... some people even look through other people's trash just for these bottles.

All in all, Timothy was impressed.

Just like that, the Omanians were on their way back home.

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At the same time, turbulence was quickly spreading across the world.

In Yodan, several forces were close to plotting Sirius's demise, enacting to pierce a final stake into his heart once and for all.

In the Empire of Czar, Romain continent, Warden Mitchen and Warden Samatha had finally secured the new monarch on the throne, eliminating the many enemies that attempted to strike him down.

But there are still more in the dark, gearing for one last move.

In Tenola, Laboon empire, General Suilian, who was leading the S-cla.s.s mission to find the witches, and how the next monarch up the throne, was also getting caught up in a web of unexpected scenarios. Beri was also there to aid his quest.

Everywhere one looked, the Game for Thrones was all around them.

Everyone wanted to be monarch. Everyone wanted power.

They wanted the THRONE!

It was a savage world right now, one Landon had nothing to do with at the moment.

The skies were cloudy, dull and dark.

The day was still young yet it always looked ominous with little to no suns.h.i.+ne piercing through the thick cloudy blankets.

The Giants had gone one direction, and he, another.

Landon sat on his s.h.i.+p, well on his way to Mirvanna, the mysterious island that seemed almost mythical to him.

This was a big surprise to him since he felt his map covered all continents.

But now, looking at the deadly whirlpool and dangerous waters that enclosed and s.h.i.+elded a certain s.p.a.ce on the map, he couldn't help feeling like a true adventurer out to seek treasures!

What mysteries lie on that island?

What treasures, what herbs, what animals will he find there too?

Landon's heart throbbed with sheer excitement, as he couldn't wait to see these green goblin-like toned people who in his honest opinion, had the best physiques in this world.

Tapping his hands on his table, Landon narrowed his gaze thoughtfully.

"Now that we're all aboard, we can finally begin specific talks on the mission. As they say, it's never too early to hold a meeting. Don't you agree?"

Everyone nodded with expressionless faces.

In the small conference room sat 6 leaders, 2 women and 4 men accompanying Landon for this brief meeting.

For this mission, they rushed so abruptly to head out for it knowing his majesty prioritizes helicopters and aircrafts more than anything else.

Many didn't think too much of it, but would soon change their minds when they see just where they are heading.

Mirvanna!

The name alone seemed very holy.

But that wasn't Landon's main concern for now.

It was already winter time.

Soon, the surrounding deadly waters would become a mating site for most Boggles (whales).

Should a s.h.i.+p venture in during that time, it would be suicide!

The mating lasts for almost 2 months.

Everyone in the room stared at the projected screen with stern expressions, knowing the potential dangers they might face.

"Your majesty, we must arrive before the mating period!"