"Ships… Ships… I must have them–… Eh?"
Vrrrrrrmmmm!~
Like lightning, the many military vehicles drove out so speedily that even the city lord had his eyes shot out of their sockets.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I?
Oh, my Goddess!
Many subconsciously held their chests, watching the strange metal carriages approach the scene.
How! How was any of this possible?
"City Lord, how do we address these people? Do they even speak our language?"
"Forget about the language. City Lord, I don't see a horse at sight. So how can their carriages still be moving?"
"It's impossible for there not to be an animal pulling these carriages at such speeds."
"Yes, you're right. There are many unknown creatures in this world. So there should be something in these carriages, doing the work… But… I just don't understand how they do it."
Look underneath these carriages; there are no signs of animal feet running along. All one could see were the strange black and fat-looking wheels that were definitely not made from wood.
But what sort of material was that? They dared say they had never seen any managerial like that used for these wheels.
Could it be some strange animal skin, some strange wood unknown to them, or a piece of sea stones unique to these visitors?
Ahhhh~~…
Many inwardly screamed, feeling a swell of uncountable questions bombarding their minds.
But no matter how deep they thought, it was impossible for them to know how these wheels/tires were made.
Heh… Advanced Industrial chemistry, physics, and a good understanding of heat, pressure, entropy, enthalpy, and many other factors came into play when creating this single item.
So they could just forget it!
This strange material/wheels was something home only to Baymard!
F***!
Many were blown away by the coolness of these carriages.
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So awesome.
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Vrrrmmmm~
Landon's vehicle was at the forefront of it all.
And with a cool light drift, it finally stopped after tilting its left side toward the massive crowd.
And soon, the door opened.
Gulp.
Many Titarian knights subconsciously swallowed hard with a hint of nervousness in their eyes. Forget it. They were more in awe than anything else.
Even though they had never seen such carriages before, what man could resist the temptation of a cool ride?
Bloody hell! Did you see how swift the driver's parking skills were?
Landon and the rest didn't know this, but their sudden move would be the talk of the city for months and even years to come.
Some had already planned to rush to the most popular carriage and wagon makers, wanting to see if they knew a thing or 2 about such godly pieces.
Who can make these cars here in Titarian? These would be their biggest topics of discussion going forth.
But for this, the carriage makers would distort their faces to these requests.
Having metal wheels and even metal carriages was impossible from what they knew.
In just a few days, such items should rust!!
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Just the humidity, fog, rains, snow, cold winds in other seasons, and even the salty sea breeze in summer should facilitate rusting.
So this would be the highest mystery of all. How do these strangers do it?
More still, having metal carriages and wheels would be too heavy for horses to pull.
Say no more.
Even Murdock one that without these strangers giving out the secret manufacturing processes, it would be impossible for them to recreate these items.
That's why even if he had to confiscate them, he would still torture every single one of these strangers to fess up and give all information to Morgany!
Yes… His plans were already set in stone in his heart.
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Instantly, the entire scene was bubbling with curiosity. Even the many knights and men-in-arms wanted to see what these visitors looked like.
Luckily, they didn't have to wait any longer because soon, a strange man stepped out.
Bear in mind that in Titarian, a man was anyone above the age of 14, the coming of age period.
It was a man with dark raven hair and inky eyes that could light up a starry sky.
Too bright.
They had never seen someone with such clear eyeballs before.
Even in medical times, many had a few lines of red in their eyes. Similar to how yellowish teeth were more than common in different variations. Of course, even the Morgs with the ‘cleanest teeth' still had a pale yellowish tint.
Things like this were traits common to people of this era.
So seeing such white eyes, as clear as a newborn baby's, was bound to be noticed by them.
What was also very jaw-dropping was the man's attire.
What was this? What sort of clothes were these?
The outfit looked so expensive and manly!
Even the man's black boots were made from materials too unrecognizable.
And again, they couldn't help asking themselves.
Who were these people?
Gallop. Gallop.~
The city lord and nobles who backed away earlier rushed to the forefront to meet this stranger.
From the actions of these visitors, it's clear they mean no harm. At least they haven't attacked them.
And because they chose to show themselves amidst the many pointing arrows also demonstrated their willingness to cooperate with the forces of the law here in Titarian.
It looks like they came in peace.
But this didn't mean they would let their guards down around the people.
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"I'm city Lord Zeno. The lead protector of Dario city. I'm sorry if we seem curt, but given the circumstances, we had to prepare for the inevitable."
The fiery red-haired Zeno calmly explained, glancing at the many knights ready for battle.
"Hmmm… I understand. I, too, would've done the same thing."
After all, his arrival was indeed too eye-boggling not to pay attention to.
Zeno narrowed his gaze at Landon. "I take it you're not here for trouble?"
"Trouble?" Landon chuckled playfully. "No, city lord Zeno. On the contrary, I'm here to help."
"…"