I'm the King Of Technology Chapter 1921 Everyday Palace Drama?

Chapter 1921 Everyday Palace Drama?

Grabbing their fanny packs and buckling around their belts, they placed the newly printed Visa Debit and Credit cards given to them with care. Yesterday, they truly understood the convenience of having a card rather than walking around with heavy lump sums of coins. Tap here, tap there. Pay here .. pay there. A single card was all you needed in this place. "Wait, wait, wait! Put the Transit maps for Sky trains and buses in my Fanny pack!"
"Good thinking! Hold on, does everyone have their temporary IDs? Check it now before we leave."
"Here! Got mine." "Same here. Your Highness, what about yours?" Fredrik quickly checked his bag, confirming that he had his temporary ID, his debit and credit cards, a pamphlet of a list of important Baymardian numbers like 911, the card key for the suite, as well as a pack of chewing gum from yesterday inside.
"Got it, got it!"
Now, they could go. (^_^)
It was 7:30 AM, and they had already appeared in the grand dining area on the first floor. They could choose to eat in their suites, but because they were in a rush and had no time to wait for others to serve them, they quickly headed to ground floor to wolf down the meal. Just one look, and they could tell that those who stayed here were all influential people in their own rights from different empires. This was the first time he has seen so many different skin tone types and body structures in one space. Blue, brown, green, pale yellow (beige), Giants, in one place. Frederik suddenly felt that diversity was quite nice. In no time, they were out with muffins stuffed into their fanny packs. Talking towards the garden areas, they suddenly heard a commotion and soon found themselves at the heart of the 'commotion'... Unwillingly, they might add. .
"Take it from me, you will never be as strong as I was in my prime!" Boasted an old man with a childish and haughty expression. It seems some old gardeners were lecturing a few young ones who had helpless expressions on their faces. "That's right, young one. Do you know who you're talking to?" This is the one and only Boggle Splitter. I tell you, he once swam from here to the continent of Omania without even lifting his head once out of the waters!" "That's right, that's right, you tell them! Do you know that Willow the Boggle Splitter was able to split a giggle with just one fist? I tell you, I saw it with my own two eyes!" 'How did you see it when you were back on land watching him swim away?' [Everyone else]
"You young people today don't understand his greatness!" 'No, I think we do.' [Everyone else]
"Look! Take a look at how he will now carry this giant rock from here to there in a second… But who will volunteer? Who will carry the other one and compete with our great Boggle Splitter?" Fredrik and the others were just around to walk back in slow motion when suddenly, one of the old men's eyes fell on them. "You there, come in, don't be shy! Ah! You look like a real strong man. But can you beat our great Boggle Splitter?"
Any palace worker who saw these 3 men would know who they were. The 2 Musketeers! That was the nickname everyone gave them after repeatedly hearing Landon call them so. Old man Willow was their leader, and Hermon and Paitus were his henchmen. But you see, these old doggies weren't the only ones cashing havoc in the palace. Another group who went by the nickname the Fantastic 7 were also among the list of troublemakers. The leader of the fantastic 7 wedded old Willow, the leader of the 3 musketeers. And now, the childish feud between both sides have quenched. Kilmonga had black lines on his face when seeing the group of people boldly call him out. .
Pfft~
Fredrik and the others chuckled, finding it all too amusing. Puffing his chest out, Old man Willow thought he looked like a gallant warrior standing before the boulder. Hmph! "Boy, you're still too young to compete with me, now watch me work… Hit the music!"
"You've got it, Boss"
"1… 2… 3!…"
Hermon and Paitus started playing gym music, the one they liked the most was Eye of the Tiger. Old Willow wore his head band in slow motion and began flexing his frail, old muscles, making everyone subconsciously roll their eyes heavenwards. And then came the chalk slap. He took powder and rubbed in his hands animatedly, before striding towards the human shaped boulder to pick it up.
The boulder was about 2/words his size and height. Old Willow was confident that after all the training he went through, picking it up and throwing it away would be a synch. But why was it that when he attempted carrying it, it couldn't budge at all?
(?w?)
Of course, he could never show weakness and swore there must be one thing wrong with the rock. "Hmph. Never mind the competition, we'll have to reschedule for another time… the rock's been bolted down." Kilmonga looked at the rock with a frown. Really? Reaching forward, Kilmonga carried the rock effortlessly with a face of shock. So… so it wasn't bolted down? "You cheat!" Hermon bellowed. "Yes, you must have found a way to unbolt the rock down, or else how can our great Boggle Splitter but be able to pick up the rock?" "Fess up, big guy, are you looking down on our great Boggle Splitter?" "What? You beat, you dare look down on me? Are you saying you're better than me? Why .. l have you known that there are hundreds of people who think they're better than me, and do you know where they have ended up now?" '6 feet under from all your talking?' Everyone inwardly commented. Hmph! "Whether you bolted it down or not, I must pick up this Rock! Come on boys, it's go time!" Crack!~
All everyone heard was a loud crack followed by the frail whimpers from Old willow. "My back… This bastard broke my back." Instantly, Willow's lackeys came to the rescue.
"Shameless! Have you no shame? How dare you think you're better than the fret Hero of our former Village?" "That's right, how dare you think you're better than the great Fire water, who once put out a burning hut by swallowing up all the fire?" [Kilmonga]: (-_-)
[Everyone else]: (-_-)
Never in their lives have they seen such troublesome seniors before. "I swear we will come back for revenge." "Mark our words, we shall have our Revenge… Revenge, I tell yah!" "_"
…
Watching the duo support their leader and flee while spewing words of revenge, Frederik finally laughed loudly, cashing a chain of laughter to echo out from everyone else. They suddenly felt bad for Kilmonga who was now targeted by an Old man. Kilmonga has never felt so helpless before in his life. He could feel that these old men truly didn't have any malice. They were just a troublesome bunch looking for attention. The staff around chuckled, telling them of the glorious deeds these old men did. They also told them of how his majesty Landon was also made helpless by them. It's said that even monarchs of other empires get stumped when facing this group of old men who always wanted to prove that they were strong. Kilmonga thinned his lips, secretly thinking of sending flowers or something as a good gesture to the old man whose back cracked just now. It was amazing to think that this was the start of their day 2 here. Oh well, onwards and upwards! The group thanked the staff and soon left the palace, heading for District D to officially begin their planned outing. This was how Prince Frederik spent his time in Baymard, the Empire of magic and wonder. But while he was frolicking about in a merry state, in another far away site, several others had deep frowns reading the letters in their hands. One of them soon smiled, licking the old deep slash wound across his lips.
'Baymard, Baymard, Baymard… It seems your end is near.'