Chapter 1485 A Good Man

Chapter 1485 A Good Man　　Standing alone in the room, Murdock slowly untied his hair before ruffing it up a bit. 

He washed his face with water in a basin and rubbed a hint of pinkish petals on his upper cheeks, giving him a youthful glow that would make one subconsciously lower their guard.

Following that, he dawned a flashy get-up and walked out of his room with a stupid look on his face. 

Alright. 

It was time to continue his flower dandy. 

”Ladies… Ladies… I’m so sorry to keep you all waiting.”

The playboy was back.

And just like that, Titarian had gotten its first look into Baymard’s technology. 

The atmosphere in Dario looked steady on the surface but had several ripples underneath. 

And similar to their situation was that in Titarian’s most beloved city. 

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–The Royal City City, Titarian, Zohl.–

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The sun was high up in the sky, giving a warm nudge to those beneath. 

The Capital was huge and consisted of several uneven plains scattered amok. 

Beautiful. 

The many colors of the landscape were fairytale-like. 

If one had watched the ‘sound of music,’ one could envision hills as big and WIDE as those, all gathered in one place to form the Capital. 

Yes. In this case, the hills were indeed alive with the sounds of birds tweeting about so lyrically. 

[Look over there, Simba… Where everything the light touches is ours.]

Standing on these hills, the Capital looked as though it covered the entire world.

One wouldn’t feel they were climbing up a cliff when passing here. 

One could picture themselves in a massive modern city, moving up the streets and sometimes down the streets heading downtown. 

No matter what city one was in, there were always slopes and dips along the way. 

Sometimes one’s vehicle would drive and other items down. 

That was the usual landscape for many places, including Baymard. 

However, one should also note that if this empire was called the land of hills, then it meant more than 90% of their terrain went up and down continuously. 

The problem was that while ordinary cities had slopes skin to little waves in summer, the situation here was akin to waves in the fall and winters. 

There were slopped hills everywhere that allowed people to work their leg muscles, even if they didn’t want to. 

It was like hiking a mountain every single day. 

And just like how humans could adapt, the home legs of those in Titarian were so strong and powerful that ordinary people might not be able to take one hard kick from them. 

It can also be said that because of their body changes, most women here had the smallest waist sizes ever but very well-endowed lowermost parts. 

What could one say? They worked their butt glutes every damn day they moved up and down the many rigorous hills. 

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Speaking of the landscape, the ancestors back in ancient times had cleared out of the forest hill ranges, building homes on these hills. Beautiful purple stones were also used as roads too. 

These purple stones were called glow stones because they glowed out in the dark, illuminating the entire Capital beautifully.

But these stones weren’t rare. 

They were just ordinary rocks found everywhere in Zohl.

So far, there were only 2 types of glow stones known to them: purple and orange. 

Some placed these stones on their mansion walls during construction as a form of night illumination and decorations.

Ah yes… 

The streets also had poles and rails scattered about, similar to those on the streets of the many Romain empires. 

The only difference was that while Romain used these poles to hold on and save themselves during the terrible tornado rain, hail, and snowstorms in colder seasons… Here in Titarian, they used them to tie their wagons, carriages, and carts about, lest they run downhill. 

After all, letting the horses stand still on an inclined hill with the pressure from the carriages pulling the horses back wasn’t a good idea.

But what was intriguing was that the rate of accidents that occurred here was similar to the accident rate of any other empire, despite the fact that they were more at a disadvantage than others. 

This was because of the city’s structural planning. 

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Firstly, the roads were built lower compared to the sidewalks and buildings. 

It was almost as though the roads were in small gutters of their own.

Additionally, the ancestors had added soil and more stone to the steep parts of the roads, reducing the speed when one was going downhill.

And in other places, there were even speed bumps there too.

One could go on and on about the various remarkable solutions these Titarian people had in place over the ages. 

But that was a matter for another day. 

For now, many began decorating their beloved city with vines and ribbons.

”It’s sad that our ruler is no more. But after tears come joy. Our great Crown Prince will soon take the throne!”

”Yes! Yes! I like Crown Prince Gregory. I’ve seen him before and find him quite nice. He has a good heart and cares for us, ordinary folks. So how can I not support him?”

”That’s it. We, common folks, need a person with our interests aligned… Though I’m also sad that the late ruler passed away so suddenly. What a good man. He really treated us well. At least, he left something worthy to take up his mantle and follow his ways.”

”Sigh…”

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Comments like this echoed out within the bustling streets. 

If the late monarch were bad, these people would’ve been celebrating his death and even dancing on the streets to curse him to hell.

But the situation here was different. 

The people felt that a good man had been taken away too soon. 

And though they had a good feeling for Gregory, change always made humans fear. 

What if Gregory couldn’t continue what his father stood for? What if somewhere along the lines, he changed for the worst? 

Many hoped that his royal highness, Gregory Ghoul the 3rd, would be able to properly carry on his tasks as the next Monarch to Titarian. 

Like so, many began planning for the big coronation day, knowing that nothing could go wrong. 

But little did they know that at this very moment, trouble seemed to have had its way into the Capital city. 

A hooded man looked at the bubbling streets with a wicked smile on his face. 

The man lowered his head, hiding his emotions. 

And soon, he vanished amongst the crowd.