The sound of depressurizing air sounded as the hatch of the airplane opened up. After a high-speed long journey of 8 hours, the Radan airline plane finally arrived in the federal republic of Dakran.
Just like the other travelers, Clark came down immediately with his student in tow as soon as the plane came to a stop at the airport.
Due to the luxurious suits that they both wore, they quickly formed a sharp contrast with the other travelers. The others were decently dressed also, but the difference could be seen at a glance.
As Clark walked along the road of the airport, he didn’t reveal any outward expression of amazement but inwardly he was already awed.
Perhaps, it was just a show of wealth by the Dakran republic, but the airport scenery was so luxurious that Clark was left gaping. The first thing that became apparent to him was the sheer number of airplanes in the airport.
A specialized park was made for the airplanes to stay, making for an astonishing sight. From the few that he could see from his angle, Clark concluded that there were at least 100 airplanes here.
Apart from the passengers that were coming down from the airplanes, no airport official or security was around. The airport was dominated by robots.
Robots did everything, and they were designed in a way that their identity was easily known. Some were designed to look like policemen, others like clerks, and Clark even saw some looking like chefs in the nearby restaurant.
Their glowing robotic eyes kept on flickering up and down, their speech modules rapidly addressing the passengers that needed attention.
Another section of the airport was reserved for business import and exportation of goods. Robots made in the size of big machines flew above the passengers like space shuttles, transporting goods from one place to the other.
Only 2 buildings were in the airport, and they were magnificent. This was the place where the few human officials of the airport resided, controlling and monitoring the works of the robots diligently.
After much pestering from Albert, Clark finally agreed that they both take a photo here. Ignoring the gaze of the others, they both posed and took nice pictures.
After doing that, they finally left the airport straight in the direction of the nearby cable cab.
The cable cab was like a speed train, the only difference was that instead of moving on the ground, it moves through a cable connected to various points in the city and travels through the air.
“Royal district”.
Clark quickly told the robot who stood at the entrance of the cab and paid for the transport through his implant.
It was a fast, easy, and effective method of payment.
This was Clark’s first time entering a cable cab, but he did not grope around like a novice. Before coming here, he already researched extensively about the specialties and technologies here, so he was prepared.
For his seat, he intentionally located a seat that was at the end of the cable cab so he could see the scenery of the city through the transparent glass.
Inside the cab was all white, making it seem like an illusory work of magic. Everything about it screamed perfection and luxuriousness. Despite its outlook, it was the most preferred mode of transport for commoners in the city.
The city that he currently was is the King’s City.
As one of the most developed cities in the country, it was a hub where most of the lucrative businessmen and high-grade soldiers of the city lived. This was also where Woods Calibri’s estate and business empire was located.
Looking outside the cable cab, Clark admired the scenery. From high-rise buildings to skyscrapers that were interconnected at the top, to hovering buildings that were kept up in the sky by anti-gravity modules.
The sight was just too magnificent for him to take his eyes off. The scene that looked most impactful to him was the surfer’s lane, due to his puzzlement at first Albert had to explain to him.
According to the billionaire kid, in most high-grade countries, their cities usually had a lane demarcated from the normal pedestrian’s lane which was called the surfer’s lane.
It was made for the rich, so as the name said, people who pass through it fly rather than walk.
Paired with their anti-gravity shoes, they flew at a leisurely pace to their various destinations while either chatting or doing other things at the same time.
Seeing this scene, Morales felt goosebumps creep under his skin. He felt like he was back to his childhood where he was watching the ancient harry potter series where witches flew on brooms.
Taking his eyes away from the surfer’s lane, his eyes glittered as he took in all the other sights greedily like a troll. As he did this, the cable cab suddenly let out a soft humming sound before converting its potential energy into kinetic.
As the cab slowly glided forward through the city, Clark relaxed and leaned on his chair while continuing to feast his eyes on the delicious food which was now the city.
Through his implant, before even arriving in the city, he already rented a house that he would stay with his student during his duration here.
He didn’t want to go to Mr. Calibri’s estate immediately after coming to the city. He already did research online, but he still wanted to survey and do more eyes-on sight research before carrying on with his plan.
Albert was now referring to him as Mr. Pendragon. In a city like this, he was obviously not going to let the kid call him master. That would be a hell of a million awkward, he wouldn’t know how to fell.
As his eyes continued taking in the scenery, he could not help but sigh. He arrived here for only a few minutes, but the sight here was already sprouting a yearning in him to stay here forever.
He couldn’t help but think. “If Sonia really grew up in an environment like this, how the hell could she even settle for a place like the Spartan republic?”
For him, he knew that he could not have done it. This place was just like heaven on earth, a great contrast to how developed the Spartan republic was.CHAPTER 35