<h4>Chapter 1791 The Magical Box</h4>


    Like so, it didn''t take long for everyone to get settled in. And when the Baymardians were good and ready to go, the remaining candle lights were blown away and instantly, a giant image appeared before their very eyes.


    What?!


    Many almost jumped back if not for the soothing words from Landon when the image appeared.


    Landon was quick to exin what he was doing, choosing theirnguage choice as Mirv.


    And after hitting <y>, the familiar soundtrack the Baymardians were used to, now came on.


    What was it? The fucking soundtrack for one of the most amazing shows Baymard had ever produced -- Game of Thrones!


    ''Dunn…''


    There it was.


    ''Dudududun… dudududun… dudududun…''


    Everyone''s heart was struck by something magical when the music alongside the images of castles and territories yed.


    It was quite amazing to see the territories rise from the Maps.


    Amrous almost stood from his chair with a dumbfounded expression. "Ruler… It''s… it''s making music and images on its own. Are you seeing this?"


    "Shh!~" Tacho and the other Royals beside Amrous were quick to shush him when also feeling the groove.


    At this point, they were so engrossed in it that if anyone dared to speak again, they would slice that person to death.


    Hmph!


    Uncle Amrous, can''t you learn how to keep it down?


    Julian red his fangs at Amrous annoyingly.


    But when his face turned back to the projected screen, it immediately became bubbly.


    [Amrous]: ''_''


    Do I look like a good object of bullying?


    Amrous could only helplessly chew on his popcorn while watching the screen.


    And before he knew it, he too was so engrossed by it that he didn''t even know when finished his popcorn in his hands.


    It wasn''t just him, as many became very engrossed in the world created by Game of Thrones.


    They saw Dark-face people, pale-face people and even blue-face people.


    It seems the ancients spoke the truth.


    There are people of many colors in the outside world. This fact stayed in their heads for only a second and was quickly forgotten by them with how distracted they were by the amazing blockbuster scenes before them.


    "Damn! So many dead bodies in the snow. Who did it? Have they no shame for the dead?"


    "Exactly, why did they tear up their bodies like that?"


    "Ahh! I knew it! It was an ambush all along!"


    "Oh No! They are going to catch that skinny pale face man. Run, pale-face man, run!"


    "Wow! She is so beautiful… she… Arh, how can she sleep with her brother? Abdominal! She needs help."


    "What the hell? So you push that little innocent boy down because he discovered your secret? Dammit! Where is my sword? Come on and pick on someone your own size!"


    "I like this Daenerys girl, even though her brother is trash!"


    "Who is that rude brat with golden hair? Why is he so annoying? Is it because you are royalty that it gives you the right to treat others the way you do?"


    "Geoffrey, is it? You can go to hell!!"


    (*#*)


    …


    Landon looked at the scene and found that he could never grow old seeing such people''s reactions to his Baymardian goods.


    Everyone, including Tacho, was now so engrossed in the episode that they began grumbling and cursing in fury every time they hated something.


    Even the servants in the space were clenching their fists hard and cheering for those they liked.


    They also pped and smiled when things went their way.


    But before everyone knew it, the episode was over, and the Baymardians had now turned on their extremely bright sr lights.


    What?


    Everyone''s face was that of unwillingness.


    Finished already? Can they say they don''t want to wake up? Can they say they now want to continue sitting and watching the next episodes?


    Even Tacho felt he should dump all matters for today to his subordinates and continue watching on.


    Hey, even a monarch needs a time off, right?


    The Baymardians calmly gestured for everyone to stand on the other side of the hall, while they disyed their amazing cleaning supplies.


    Wow!


    What is that machine that sucked the fallen popcorn away?


    What a good broom! Where can they also get theirs?


    Look! That mop on a stick is also very efficient. Its mouth was as bull as a bull''s horn, passing throughrge surfaces at the same time.


    No oil stains, no dirt on the ground.


    The maids and servants who saw this were so excited that several cleaning supplies were given as gifts for the pce.


    Doesn''t this mean they too will use it?


    It would make their jobs a lot easier.


    At least it beats going in a nk position and running forward with a rag on their hands.


    That was quite a very tiring workout but something that had to be done.


    People in this era truly didn''t have so much to go on with.


    Do you know howrge the throne room is?


    No… hold on.


    So you know howrge the pce and all its many buildings and rooms are?


    They are insanelyrge as if one were going to mop a giant cathedral. Some were even far bigger than that.


    So imagine cleaning that every day or 2?


    The throne room for one, has visitorsing in and out every day, so I must always be immactely clean.


    The maids nightly neglect some ces for a few days or a week, and most hallways and spaces mostly used by the Royals and their many visitors must be touched every day without fail.


    The cleaning of the throne room is mostly done at night or in the wee early hours of the morning around 3 am or 4 am.


    Some ces can be cleaned during the day time but other ces must be spotless before the sun rises. From as far back as they can remember, that was how things were typically done.


    Now, when seeing how fast these Baymardians had taken to clean the space, many maids who spent 5~6 hours in here with buckets and rags in their hands, were so thrilled they almost shed tears.


    (Sniff, sniff)


    What sort of Heavenly Messengers were this to bring them such gifts?


    Everyone was more or less fascinated by everything they saw.


    And that concluded the show on the gifts on the list.


    With the projection off, Landon showed how to operate their TVs and DVD yers.


    "Ahhh… so what makes ite on is the power harnesses by the sun?"


    Landon nodded, "More or less. That''s why you need to keep this sr power bank by the windows and any ce where the sun can directly hit it.


    Now, sr-powered TVs also have Sr power banks that canst you through 4 days of constant TV watching if the sr bank is fully charged.


    Baymardian technology hase a long way since then, with this sr bank also allowing you to plug ordinary devices in to get powered.


    The power bank was good so even when on the road, in the world when camping, you can charge your mobile phone on the go… that is, if Baymard had mobile phones.


    Anyway, that was a project for next year.


    Landon already understood how to do it, thanks to his research and the knowledge he had on Line Phones, walkie-talkies and other technologies that shed light on making them.


    .


    After saying his peace, Landon then took out a peace treaty written in Mirv for them to get a glimpse of all he offered.


    He knew that during this time, they would no doubt have to go over it.


    And when he decides to head back, if they were smart they would allow for some of them to follow him back.


    He wanted them to see for themselves just how grand and amazing his Baymard was.


    More importantly, he wanted them to know the dangers in today''s world.


    The Morgs now had the Holy Stone.


    Who knows what the power from that stone could do?


    Are you absolutely certain there will be no way Morgany breaks in?


    It''s indeed risky to always stay hidden, even if the world wants to shield you by creating deadly waters around your Mirvanna continent.


    Knowing man, one day, they will do the impossible. And when the timees, do you want to be ready for them or helpless?


    It''s best you make your move first by knowing all you can about the threat before it hits.


    If an asteroid ising, should we just sit back and watch it crush the world?


    No.


    That''s why they will be shooting missiles and doing their best to break them into smaller pieces and reduce the impact.


    If they can, they can evacuate people from ces it will hit.


    Knowing that a threat ising is the first step to victory.


    "Monarch Tacho, I think I''ll be taking up your offer than that tour right about now."


    Tacho understood Landon''s thoughts.


    He was giving them personal space to deliberate on the matter.


    Tacho was just about to open his mouth when Julian quickly volunteered himself.


    "Father, no need to appoint someone else. I should be the one to do it!"


    "_"


    Can Julian say he wants to know what other goodies are in Baymard other than what was here?


    Following behind the Prince, Landon went out alongside the Baymardians whoter split up, leaving himself, Julian and Jukian''s private Mirv guards.


    Some also split up with them, carrying Julian''s things to his chambers at once.


    "Make sure you guard these items with your lives!" Julian warned, before throwing a big smile Landon''s way and leading him out.


    Well...


    ''It seems I will be staying for at most, 4 more days,'' Landon concluded when thinking about Bilthozar''s situation.


    Provided he was out of danger, the system would mark his missionplete. And then he can leave the medical team behind for another month or even 2 before taking them back.


    But while Landon had things on wrap in Mirvanna, the same couldn''t be said for a certain Blue-toned beauty who was currently in a pickle.


    "Are you dead? The Organization has requested I head to Baymard before the deadline and you dare dy my ships?"


    Slowly rising to her feet, thedy stared at the shivering burly man with a cold glint in her eyes.


    "Cramous… Tell me... do you want to die?"