<h4>Chapter 840 - The 3 Musketeers</h4>


    "Your majesty, they’re waiting for you in the 7th hall."


    "Alright, postponed any scheduled activities by an hour.


    I’ll see them at once."


    "Yes, your majesty."


    With that, Landon made his way towards the 7th Hall in another separate building.


    These people were old, so Landon always felt terrible when they had to trek all the way to the building where his office was.


    Of course, they could use the pce staff golf-like carts toe over as well.


    But Landon still felt like it was a hassle for them.


    The pce was too big and very wide with severalwns, fountains, towing buildings, ponds, gardens and whatnot.


    Every time he had to see them, he would pick a spot closest to their working area.


    They were all royal gardeners, so he picked the building closest to their working stations.


    The pce also had a wide five-story building for staffers, just in case they worked overtime, needed immediate rest or couldn’t go home for one reason or another.


    There was also the Pce clinic to attend to tourists, staff members and royalty when emergencies ur.


    The clinic only treated minor to moderate injuries like first aid, burns for the kitchens, cuts and so on.


    Anything tooplex would be referred and rushed to the Hospital.


    Anyway, Landon preferred to see these elderly men at a ce that didn’t inconvenience them.


    He took his private mini staff gulf-like cart and drove towards the building while mentally preparing himself.


    After all, meeting the 3 Musketeers could make anyone breakdown.


    As expected, the moment he stepped into the hall, the three culprits vegan their drama.


    .


    ~Oooooo~


    All three men had fake tears flowing down their cheeks.


    They pouted their mouths and changed their demeanours to look sad while still crossing their arms.


    Their action could undoubtedly make one think that they were trying to be brave amidst their pain.


    And honestly, Landon would have thought so too, if he hadn’t heard them run around the room just before he came in.


    Don’t think Landon didn’t see the water bottles behind them.


    These old bastards were ConMen!


    He saw them peeking through the massive windows earlier on when he was driving his cart.


    And when he was in the corridors, he heard rushed footsteps and bits of their conversation.


    They were so loud that those along the corridors leading to the hall could hear them.


    So their pitiful act really made him feel speechless.


    They stood there as if begging him to ask what the matter was.


    Landon looked at them and sighed deeply.


    Who asked him to be an Earthian?


    He couldn’t just stand here and watch them go on like this, even if he knew that it was fake.


    Who asked him to be respectful to the elderly?


    He massaged his temples at the drama that was about to unfold.


    His mouth touched as hooked at their award-winning grammy tears.


    "What’s the matter?"


    Instantly, all three men burst out even more while flexing their muscles.


    As expected, no matter the situation, they always wanted to prove that they were more manly than him.


    But was this really the time?


    .


    Old Man Paitus flexed his muscles with tears in his eyes while gesturing to his leader Old Man Willow.


    And old man Hermon did the same as well.


    They got into formation while doing weird poses with Old man Willow in the middle.


    And as they spoke, they continuously changed their poses too.


    "Brat!


    Just forget about it.


    We are real men.


    Why would we tell you our issues?"


    "Yeah!


    Who asked for your help?"


    "Yes!


    We are the most powerful men in the world.


    So why would we need your help?"


    "That’s right!


    Are you trying to bring us down so that you’ll be better than uster on?


    Well, too bad.


    We will always be the strongest people in the world.


    So just give up."


    "That’s right!


    You can’t even beat me, so how can you defeat boss Willow?"


    Landon: (-_-)


    Willow puffed his chest proudly and immediately forgot that he was supposed to be crying: "Fes, please, go easy on him. He’s our junior member, so don’t be too hard on him. Of course, he will never be able to beat me!"


    "Exactly boss.


    He’s far behind when ites to you."


    "That’s right!


    How can youpare with the boss?


    He’s something that once carried 10 Hangols on his back while fighting a pack of 30 gigantic wolves, while also hand sewing a shirt."


    ’I highly doubt it.’ Landon thought.


    "He also defeated a fleet of 50 sh.i.p.s all on his own while cooking."


    ’That’s only possible if he burnt all the sh.i.p.s with the fire from the kitchen and somehow managed to survive.’ Landon thought.


    "He also killed 100 ferocious beasts with just his gaze."


    ’Does he haveser vision now?’


    .


    Landon had ck lines on his forehead while Willow was feeling overly proud instead.


    "Yes, I’m awesome.


    But let’s not be too hard on our junior member.


    Who asked me to be too kind?


    If our nosy junior wants to know why we are depressed, then we can only tell him.


    Sigh... Brat, I never intended to say anything.


    But you’ve really forced my hand."


    Landon twitched: (>-_-)


    "Since you want to know so much, then I’ll reluctantly tell you.


    But this doesn’t mean that you’re better than I am!"


    "Fine!


    You’re better than I am.


    Are you happy now?" Landon said while secretly rolling his eyes heavenwards and praying for patience.


    They kept calling him nosy, but who exactly called him over?


    He had never met any group of individuals as shameless as these old men.


    Their ability to turn ck into white was truly something else.


    Anyone walking in would think that he was poking into their business when it was the other way around.


    He looked at the old men who kept posing while forgetting to cry and honestly felt helpless.


    Sigh... The faster he ended this drama, the better his sanity.


    Who asked him to care about them?