I'm the King Of Technology

--The Royal Capital, Baymard.--

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The sun was up, though not at its fullest.

It was 8 A.M. The summer sun had long risen by 6 A.M.

And now, the streets were filled with people smiling and saluting one another, some whistling merrily, others rushing to work before the clock struck 9, and some busily running stands on their days off.

Yes...

The day was busy, bubbling, and vibrant.

And the heat, though so way in the morning, was already eminent.

Ugh.

Many could already imagine how hot it would be once midday arrived.

On the trains, some held their newspapers, reading all important information they found.

"Ahhh... Here it is, the weather forecast for the next 2 weeks!" Someone mumbled to himself, piquing the interest of those seated around him.

Baymard was such a magical place in the eyes of many.

Whether foreigners or locals of various statuses, information like this could make them all gather and converse like old friends.

In truth, some had conversed before and became travel friends as they always seemed to be on the same train at the same time, either heading to work or doing other activities.

Some people knew the stops that strangers would exit just from traveling alongside them for so long.

And today, on the train, several strangers who were familiar with each other had once again gathered in their 'spot,' going through the many jaw-dropping pieces of information laid out in the newspapers.

Some of these people were temporary visitors who had been staying in Baymard, working hard to assist in covering their children's tuition fees.

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The group of men and women, some husband and wife, while others single, all held their daily newspapers firmly.

"Wow!... Look at this! It says, "Emergency Heat Warning for next week!"

"Yeah! She's right! It's right here!"

"What? A heat warning?"

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Many dropped their jaws dumbfounded but dared not take their eyes off their newspapers.

[•Threat: Daytime high temperatures of 28 to 30 degrees Celcius near the waters. Early morning low temperatures 15 to 18 degrees Celsius.

When: Tuesday, August 5 till Saturday, August 9th.

•Locations: The Royal Capital, Histon Town, Whistler village, Greendale City, blah, blah, blah~

•Remarks: A Strong ridge of high pressure continues to bring a heat wave to Baymard.

A pattern of change is expected Sunday 10th, as an upper trough brings a cooler air mass.

Temperatures near or just below heat warning criteria are forecast today.

The hottest time of the day will be late afternoon to early evening. The coolest time of the day will be near sunrise.

•Effects: The risks are greater for young children, pregnant women, older adults, people with chronic illnesses, and people working or exercising outdoors.

Watch for the effects of heat illness: swelling, rash, cramps, fainting, heat exhaustion, heat stroke, and the worsening of some health conditions.]

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This... This...

So detailed?

Many were still in awe at Baymard's ability to pass on such vital information from many.

You must know that even if the many empires had astronomers, astrologists, and all the like, matters like the weather would never be made known to the public.

Why?

Because generals and military personnel relied on their forces to decipher whether to attack each other.

Initially when Baymard began discussing weather issues, many in power thought it foolish.

Who in their right minds would show their weakness for the enemy to take advantage of their situation and maybe one day corner them to defeat?

Years back, many shook their heads, feeling Baymard foolish, saying they wouldn't survive a few months after that.

They waited and waited for disaster to strike.

But what did they see?

Why was Baymard still sound and may? Why was no enemy sailing to the shores to take advantage of their weather changes to launch full-scale attacks?

(°_°)

Blink. Blink...

This was too unnatural.

What happened to those Council people in Deiferus who were so against Baymard?

What about the opposition in the many U.N nations against Baymard?

Why hadn't they teamed up to prove their point?

(?~?)

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Many spies and enemies of Baymard could only swallow their thoughts while still inwardly collecting information on Baymard.

It was funny because some also benefited from Baymard's weather reports while on spy duties.

But for the ordinary folks, they had nothing but gratitude.

In this selfish and greedy world where poverty, famine, plagues, and other occurrences happen weekly, the monarchs may gather their ministers to discuss how to solve the matter only when it reaches a very above-average pique.

Death was too common a thing.

So even if they estimated certain dangers to emerge, if the dangers were likely to kill only 100 or 200 people, it was nothing to worry about.

But once the threat could kill tens of thousands, that's when the monarchs become anxious.

Don't you know that using money, power, and resources to solve these matters would make them less powerful at the end of it?

And who knows... Maybe their enemy would take advantage of it, cutting them down too.

Of course, a majority of ministers were corrupt. So most taxes elected weren't properly recorded, with a fat majority entering their pockets.

Now, you tell them to repay all they collected over the years... How was that even possible?

In the end, the common folks were the ones to suffer the most during natural disasters.

But in Baymard, everything was reported truthfully, once again proving how noble his majesty Landon was.

Every day, they now knew what the weather would be like, also preparing them for how to dress, what shows to what, what items to take out, and what foods to eat during these hit times.

Even businesses benefited from this.

So how can the common folks not see his majesty as a pure soul?

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"This dangerous? I can't believe this year, we also have another heat wave. But this year's heat wave seems to be heavier."

"Damn! Last year, I was so sluggish at work then."

"Me too! It got so bad that we had 15-minute breaks every 2 hours... What's surprising is that the hospital reported a case of a wealthy chubby noble son who lost several carries after the heat slapped him thin!"

"Hahahhaha~... I heard about that. The boy became a poor man after being robbed on the way to Baymard. And after finally arriving, he used up all he had in his Baymardian bank account in a short time. So of course he had to find a job!"

"Pfff!~... I reckon the heat wasn't the only thing that made him become a thin man... Hahahaha~"

Many on the train chuckled and laughed, seemingly having a good time.

And seated in the corner, a man who wasn't part of their group also smiled, feeling the story funny. But soon, the pleasing voice echoed out again.

[Next stop, Dumbledore Street.]

Ah!--

This was his stop.