I'm the King Of Technology

Chapter 1585: To Believe Or Not To Believe?

The room was tranquil.

It's said the entire Pyno came to donate and help the lives of those in truly dire need.

There are interviews with those helped. And volunteers from all Pyno empires wore similar attires in a portrait, standing beside those they helped.

It was indeed moving, with the 'reporter' detailing how the families went down on their knees and thanked the U.N, the 'world health organization, the salvation army, the Feed The Children organization, and many others.

There were several people interviewed those helped by different organizations, some focusing on powdery, others focusing on illness, and there was even a case of disaster relief far away in Romain!

Wow!

Since when did this empire's hands stretch to Romain? And how come they didn't know of this?

They saw the dark skin tone people, as well as several blue-skinned people who lived in Romain, all here interested.

Everyone's focused on Artemis' words, never wanting to miss a single scoop.

You have to know that news like thos was too phenomenal.

How can these people put their news on display like this? Aren't they afraid of greedy people who would see their Chiyains/trains and try stealing them?

Aren't they afraid that helping others this way might make several greedy healers come together to stop them?

On the flip side, it also made sense to let everyone know that their donations were going to the right place: clothes and even hats.

Education also came into play, showing a classroom filled with a mix of people with different skin tones.

There were also publicities for many academies like food and so on.

It was also then that they realized how good-looking Baymard's food was.

Oh, my Vine God!

Blame the painter for painting the few delicacies, cakes, meat buns, grains, and other foods in such a mouth-watering way.

~Gurgle. Gurgle. Gurgle.

Their bellies rumbled. It took all their energy to pry their eyes off the page.

Flip.

Next page!

They saw the giant ship shown, and their minds instantly exploded.

"How can a metal ship stand on water? Is it true or just an imagination painted out by the painter?"

Even now, they thought all this was pointed on by a massive factory of painters in one hall.

Such a thing was too expensive to make. So how rich was this Baymard?

The ship's design and luxury sweets made everyone envision themselves on the vessel.

Hey... They could already see it now—the good life.

"What? Can the ship cut down at most 9/10th of travel time? But how? How can rowers paddle at such speeds? Or could they have peculiar animals that could row for longer?"

Everyone was perplexed but knew they wouldn't be able to find answers unless they met with others there.

The matter of the treaties was briefly mentioned, giving them an understanding of how these ships moved back and forth from one empire to another.

Again they ask... Have they been living under a rock not to know that such a place existed at the edge of the world?

Or could this be a temptation to pull them in before pushing them to fall over the edge?

(?^?)

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In no time, they finished their 'brief' look on the 60-page magazine.

They rushed through everything because their savior was still down below. Done.

Artemis carefully placed the magazine in a drawer beside his bed. His cabin was the biggest and most luxurious of all.

"Thoughts."

He needed their thoughts.

Could it be that everything they've seen was all made up?

Artemis and his group had never seen such a thing exist in these wicked times!

Today's world was too cruel. So reading such a thing would undoubtedly make anything think it's fake.

It has to be fake!

Can such a place truly exist?

On the flip side, if they brushed it off and its existence was truer than gold, wouldn't they have missed an opportunity of a lifetime?

The things they saw... They would want to meet with those in Baymard, if only for the matter of medicines and cures.

Plagues were rampant in these times. And people falling sick was always an issue no matter where one went. So how can such an opportunity be missed?

It's also said the pose for the 'flu pills' were very cheap too!

The price for consolation, talk less of healing the patient, was a cost peasants struggled with. Many peasants preferred to sweat it out, even if they died.

Hence, it was called sweating sickness.

They of course would try wiping the patient down or feeding crushed foods they believed would help... That is if they had enough food at home to continuously care for the patient.

They often had no choice but to eat foods that had begun to rot, especially in cold seasons when the grounds were frozen, the environment too cold and hard to farm. In that case, their rations they stored were mostly their surviving grace.

This was why grains were more expensive.

Starvation, sanitation, mold, bad air quality, and several matters made most people die from things like the flu.

Again, one shouldn't forget the deadly weather that wouldn't let them go, killing off even more.

So yes.

It would be good to have medicine for the peasants to take once they fell ill.

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Payne thinned his lips. "Your highness... Everyone... I know it might be silly, but I think the Vine God brought us here to meet this man... I think this Baymard might be our only hope!"

What were they to do? Turn back to Omania without allies?

Even if they wanted to head back to their original route and then head onwards again to find allows before turning back to save Omania, more than 2 years might have gone by.

They needed help, and they needed it now.

What's more, if these do exist, they would be able to reach Omania faster.

Payne felt his intuition right, as did everyone listening to him.

Their journey had been too strange and unexplainable. So could this be the reason? Was this a sign from above?

To take a leap of faith or turn around and find their way home? ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoᴠelFɪre.net

Ahh... F*** it.

Their hearts were beating loudly, staring at highness in wait of his decision.

Artemis chuckled.

Payne had stolen the words right out of his mouth.

He too believed it to be true. So why waste more time?

"Help me up!"

His decision was made.

And now, it was time to meet the savior!