Chapter 1471 What A Bus!
Mosby turned the pages of the newspaper in his hand with pity.
If he had known that Baymard would grow this much to the point where it even had such a powerful Merchant a.s.sociation helping new and old Pyno merchants, why would he choose to leave instead?
’You guys are playing with me, aren’t you.’
After spending 5 months with his family, Mosby, who thought he no longer wanted to be a merchant, was again stirred towards the path due to his son.
That’s right. In his absence, his son had come of age and had also become a tier-3 merchant within the a.s.sociation.
Tier-12 was the highest one could reach.
Each Tier had its perks and advantages, like what sort of goods they could export and import in Baymard.
There were also chances to advertise themselves across the continent and other advantages in growing their businesses.
One shouldn’t even talk about the bi-yearly party held in various locations across Pyno.
After returning, he realized that his home had changed.
There was something called solar bulbs scattered about, and even locks, pens, and paper, which used to be so expensive!!!
But maybe his best item so far was the toilet paper.
After using it once, he quickly did away with his thoughts of using a sponge or rope to wipe his bottoms.
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”Father, you need to calm down. This much is nothing.” Nicolas looked at his father, both happy and helpless, at the man’s constant fidgeting.
They had been sitting in the bus station for no more than 10 minutes. Yet, his father felt it was an eternity.
”Right… Right…” Mosby thinned his lips, trying to act as calm as the others seated around them.
But his shaky voice and overly large eyes were quick to betray him. “You say… Will it come on time?”
”Hmmm.” Nicolas nodded, looking at his watch. “Always on time.”
Even if it is late, it wouldn’t be longer than a few minutes delay.
Some people choose to continue further with their carriage whenever they enter Baymard’s Territory.
But with buses running about from territory to territory, he usually used these buses if he came with fewer people.
In the border city, countless buildings were kept in place for the sole purpose of keeping and maintaining carriages, wagons, and horses belonging to travelers.
There, he would ‘park’ his carriage for as long as a time as he estimated his stay in Baymard while choosing to use the bus to head towards where he wanted to go.
It should be noted that though the buses could arrive at their destination within a few hours, it could take up to 12~15 days to reach the many spread out Baymardian territories.
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Both father and son spoke warmly, with Mosby mostly looking out the ma.s.sive gla.s.s windows from time to time.
And soon, he saw 6 strange carriages heading their way.
Boom!
He stood up in disbelief, subconsciously moving forward with his body impulses.
”This… Bus? Bus! Bus! This-Bus!”
Mosby looked like a child, seeing the world for the first time.
He pointed at it severally, almost jumping on the spot.
And many who witnessed his sheer joy also had smiles on their faces.
Nicolas chuckled, following Mosby like a parent.
And sure enough, the announcement went off.
[All travelers heading to Sigamon Town, please board the Blue Fairy with tickets on hand.]
[All travelers headed for Quincy town, please board the Golden Circle with tickets on hand.]
The announcement went off for various locations. And soon, Nicolas heard theirs.
[All travelers headed for Lagoon town, Terese Town, Riverdale City, and finally, the Royal Capital, please board buses; Fantasia, Night Sky, Enchanted or True Blood with your tickets on hand.]
Great!!!
Many glanced at their tickets, knowing which buses they were boarding on.
All 4 of these buses would indeed end up in the Capital city. But some would stop at either Riverdale City, Lagoon city, or Terese city… With only one of these 4 buses heading straight to the Capital city on a non-stop trip.
And lucky for Nicolas, that just happens to be the one he and his father were in.
Hehehehehehe~
Lucky…
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Night Sky.
That was the name of the bus Mosby stood before.
And as he ascended the strange bus stairs, he met a very professional lady with a smile on her face.
She dawned a clean pair of deep blue pants, a s.h.i.+rt, a black tie, black gloves, hair tied ponytailed with red lipstick on her lips.
The lady seemed to be the bus driver.
”Sir, may I see your ticket?”
”Ah… Ye… Yes.” The nervousness in his voice was evident. But the lady didn’t alter, smiling very kindly at him.
”69-F… Sir, your seat is at the far back to your left. Welcome on board, and thank you for using our services.”
”Ah-…”
Mosby didn’t know how to reply, nodding sheepishly.
Her words and professionalism had somehow made him feel so safe, as though nothing could shake their travels.
Not only did he feel his money’s worth, but also felt pleasure for the trip he hadn’t even begun yet.
Maybe this was the magic of Baymard.
Since he came into the territory, he has been feeling very, very safe.
”Father, your seat is over here by the window.”
Cool!
Mosby smiled like a fool, happy to have stolen a window seat.
Was he the son of luck to have gotten such a steal?
He seemed to have forgotten that not long back, he was the same person who thought himself unlucky.
Bah!… Who the h.e.l.l cares?
(^0^)
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Mosby’s eyes shone with excitement, feeling the overly soft seat on his tus.h.i.+e.
The chair was positioned at a comfortable angle, with a firm armrest to his sides.
Looking up, the windows had curtains pinned to the sides, giving them a homely yet sophisticated touch.
And on the back of the chair in front of him was a small table he would pull down in case he wanted to eat a meal or place his reading books on.
And below the foldable table was a netted pouch that had some pamphlets about the bus safety and fixture uses in them.
There was also a list of touristic things to do in the empire, not just in the Capital city.
What? There was something called a Camping/Caravan sight in Hopkinstown?
What about the fields of Eden in J-Town?
So exciting!
Mosby dawned a broad smile filled with wonder.
’What will the Royal Capital City be like?’