I'm the King Of Technology Chapter 1948 Smart Little Disciple Never Disappoints

Chapter 1948  Smart Little Disciple Never Disappoints

Landon smiled when staring at the report in his hand. "Great! So long as they settle down well, then we have done our part. But what I want you to do is keep a lookout for their grades." The princ.i.p.al on the other end of the phone nodded heavily. [Say no more, your Majesty. I know what to do. And rest a.s.sured that if anything else arises, I will let you know.] "Good… That's what I like to hear."

Landon dropped his phone and chuckled lightly. Can you believe it was already January? It feels like just yesterday that he was celebrating the summery weather. And now, in a blink of an eye, it's Winter again. Hoh-hoh-hoh~

This was already the start of the brand new year. And didn't he promise to shock the world with his latest inventions? One has to know that during the annual UN meeting, he had already spoken about the satellite and Moon landing project scheduled for launch this year in May. Several forces had gone helter-skelter in shock after hearing that man would walk on the moon in a few months from now. What the h.e.l.l? Are you sure this wasn't some sort of joke? Several key people like Monarchs from the UN empires, knew of the project since they selected and sent chosen people to train as astronauts to head into outer s.p.a.ce. Of course, if the people they chose failed the test, then they had 2 more attempts to choose people they thought would pa.s.s. Take for example Gregory, monarch of t.i.tarian. He sent a total of 109 people, but only 19 succeeded the stream of tests Landon laid out for them. There were a lot of factors involved with going to s.p.a.ce, so only those who pa.s.s can do so to represent their empires.

Of course, those who went to take the tests, didn't even know why they had to undergo such tests. Only those who pa.s.s were called back at later dates and given confidentiality doc.u.ments for them to sign. Thus, only the monarchs, the amba.s.sadors and a handful from each empire knew of this matter. So it was understandable how much of a riot this matter became once made public. "What? Man going to the moon? Impossible! That is like going to the heavens!"

"Yes! The moon is where the immortals live. Can you guarantee they won't contact our ancestors to reign hailstones of fire at us?"

"No way! It's already hard to believe that we were able to fly in the sky. But now, you're saying we won't only be able to fly from continent to continent, but will also go to join too? What next? The far distant void?" "_" [Landon] … All in all, many s.h.i.+fted their focus to the major priority concerning the matter. The big question here was whether the World was truly round like his majesty said, or FLAT like their ancestors have always depicted. It didn't take long for Landon to agree for the news to completely go public. Now, many people, even enemies and spies were all laughing at Baymard, while also praying that the world will actually be proven to be FLAT. It would indeed feel nice to have Landon and Baymard wrong for once. Hmph. They can't wait to laugh their lungs out when Landon is finally proven wrong. They found it ridiculous that Landon, who was just born now, was questioning the wisdom of the ancients, their far, long, long ancestors. Of course, they wished even more that Landon's little Moon project fails. If possible, he goes into the air and explodes up there, dying and giving them a b.l.o.o.d.y break. Seated in his office, Landon was still thinking of solving the global internet issue when suddenly, he got a letter that made him jump from his seat. Bahahahhahahahah~

Landon chuckled hard with pride when reading Tilda's message with delight. "Smart girl…" His dear disciple was playing all cards on deck, arousing fury between all players, allowing them to fight each other while she waited for her Monnet to claim victory. Heheheheheh~

Landon's fingernails drummed slowly along the wooden table. 'It seems the Crown Prince can't wait anymore for his dear father to step down.'

When someone refuses to hand over power, what do you expect a power hungry son to do next? -KILL-

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Landon sure was amused.

His little disciple, Tilda, was quite the smart little devil. Indeed, he taught her well. They say Power was quite an addictive thing. They say once you taste it, you just can't get enough of it. But for Landon, he felt that he couldn't wait for his sons to grow up and relieve him of his duties so that he and Lucy could be free to roam the world and the skies as much as they liked. But while Landon was glad that everything was going according to plan, far in enemy territory, several people had now gathered, with expectations br.i.m.m.i.n.g in their eyes. Zain Jones, the true head of the Pirates, and the blood brother of Whitebeard and The Butcher, was gathered among the people, surprising the glowing pool. His body was unique and st.u.r.dy, immune to all poisons in the world. It was also extremely st.u.r.dy, that even if you throw a steam of Aries to his body, nothing would truly penetrate his being. The heavens had blessed his lineage with such powers, as his great-great-great grandfather was also someone similar to him. .

Again, among the men was the one they called Lord Crane. Why? Because his mansions were always covered with uncountable types of cranes and exotic birds. In Lord Crane's case, he could control birds of all sorts, making them bend to his will. It was because of Lord Crane that they found out that the blood of particular lineages could make the Holy Core advance. Crane had slashed his palms and allowed the blood to drop on the stone, causing it to grow stronger. After a while, they also realized that Zain's blood could also increase the Holy Core's powers even further. That's right, he was a Pyron!