Chapter 849 - A Little Chicken?
Chapter 849 - A Little Chicken?
"For the good of the world of arts, the Art Society demands that you have to hand over the production process immediately!"
"_"
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Landon laughed angrily.
As expected, their primary purpose was to obtain the manufacturing processes of these materials.
Their art society wasn't just made up of painters.
What Marcus was saying, those within different art professions were complaining as well.
These Painters, sculptors, and architects were utterly displeased.
It was important to note that with the arrival of pencils, books, rulers and so on, several new architects have emerged.
And with paint available in pallets with several different shades of colour, people started painting in their homes from inspiration.
Now, anyone could become a great artist with skill, knowledge, practice and time.
As for the newly emerged sculptors, they also found new inspiration and made their own journey, which might be different from what the art society wants.
So all in all, they blamed him for the disorder of things because now, some of their clients wanted these Baymardian paintings instead of theirs.
Their real issue was that they were losing money.
Many were secretly resentful that some new artists didn't have to go through what they went through.
Their client's preferred the bubbly paintings that envied happiness.
Losing their clients made their jealousy grow, and they wanted to stop this madness once and for all.
But Landon didn't see their issue.
For him, giving resources didn't mean that everyone could be successful.
So he didn't know what they were jealous about.
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Everyone in the world has a voice, but not everyone can sing exceptionally.
He provided pens, pencils, paper, paint and other materials.
But not everyone will become a great painter, architect, sculptor and so on.
In fact, many might be borderline average.
Nonetheless, everyone had a growth pattern.
Some were fine with being average, while others wanted to be the best.
Some also focused on a particular audience and didn't care about the rest.
Again, some will go on to be borderline average till one day, an awe-inspiring thought comes to their mind, and they made their masterpiece at age 50, 60 or whatever.
Some people would remain ordinary all their life, while others would excel above average.
Nonetheless, everyone had the right to continue painting, even if they had just one fan.
It meant that someone out there loved what they did.
And that was all that mattered.
So why should he stop selling paint?
Why should only the nobles and royals use books, pencils, rulers and so on?
More still, why should he give out his manufacturing processes to them so that they could control the market?
They wanted him to stop selling them so that they would be the ones manufacturing and selling them at their own ridiculous prices.
What did the matter of their society losing money have to do with him?
If they were reasonable people, he might've considered signing a middle man/merchant agreement with them just like he did with others around the continent.
But sadly, they were greedy high-end society people who just wanted to sit on money at the expense of others.
It was okay that they wanted to maintain their ever-growing army and expand their influence.
But when they did so at the expense of others, then that was the problem.
Heh.
Since he has gotten the whole gist of the matter, then he could now be arrogant.
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Marcus, who took Landon's quietness for obedience, didn't know that he was currently in a dire situation.
He just puffed out his chest proudly and continued speaking to Landon in a condescending tone, forgetting that the person he was talking to was a monarch!
It might be a 19-year-old monarchy.
But a monarch was still a monarch.
It was just that Marcus, who was born in Morgany, didn't take many of the kings here seriously.
After all, the people originally came from Morgany and were lesser people.
For centuries, Morgany was the most advanced and the most popular one.
So they had pride and prestige.
That's why he didn't put this Landon fellow in his eyes.
Moreover, he heard that his little king heavily relied on Carona.
So didn't this show that this 19-year-old brat was weak?
Bottom line, he didn't care.
After all, he had an entire army close by if they dared to touch him.
"It's good that you understand.
Well then, what are you waiting for?
Bring all doc.u.ments on the manufacturing processes now!"
"Hahhahahahahahhahahahahah!"
Landon laughed aloud while holding his belly.
And right on cue, the guards and the secretaries also laughed too.
They knew his majesty too well.
They laughed and laughed, leaving Marcus and his men utterly confused.
But soon, that confusion turned into rage and a bit of annoyance.
Were they laughing at them?
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"Hahhahahahahahhahahahahah!"
Marcus' mouth twitched.
"What's so funny?"
"Eh?
Oh sorry, It's just that you have a real talent for being a jester.
As expected, an artist is an artist.
Even comedy is your strong suit.
Hahahahhahahahahahahaah!"
Marcus clenched his fists in rage.
"Boy!
Do you think that I came all the way to jest?!"
"Otherwise?"
"You!!!!!"
Marcus' pointed at him furiously while stammering on his words.
The entire time, the brat had been acting so obedient.
Who would've known that the little devil had been pretending to listen?
Son of a b**ch.
Marcus clutched his heart as if he was about to have a heart attack.
God!
He was so pissed!
He took a deep breath and coldly looked at Landon.
"Boy, it would be wise for you to agree because you will not be able to fight us.
We have hands and branches in all empires within all 3 continents.
So if we come at you at once, you might not live to see the next day."
"Hahahahahha-------"
--silence-
"Is that a threat?"
"No.
It's a guarantee."
"A guarantee, aye?"
"Yes!
You may not know it, but let me take you down Alec Barn's memory lane.
We, the members, aided him and helped him clear up all his enemies during his first 5 years in power.
We dragged him from his lowly gutters to some degree of social standing, making him worthy enough to stand around the great monarchs in Morgany.
Maybe you feel bold because your father is currently Arcadina's ruler.
But you've forgotten one thing.
The royal privileges that you enjoyed all comes from your father, which we, the society supported.
Without our aid, your father would not have been able to sit on his throne during his earlier years.
Now, your father is a Phoenix.
But you, who are you?
You are nothing but a mere child!
When a chicken decides to play in the den of a Hangol, can one really expect any future for it?
Its only fate is to be eaten alive!
If we can give power, then we can also take it as well.
Little boy, you are far beneath our level to get a threat for us.
What we gave you is a guarantee!"
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Landon smiled and drummed his fingers on his armrest coldly.
"So I'm a worthless chicken, aye?
Hahahahahaha.
That the blind man does not see the sun, does not mean that it's not up there in the sky.
You keep calling me little boy here and there.
But let me assure you that the gentle nature of a Green Jaguar, is not a symbol of timidity.
So since you and your society love guarantees so much, then why don't I make one as well?"
Bam!
Landon stood up from his them and released his terrifying aura that instantly made Marcus and his men kneel.
What?
Their bodies shivered, and they felt like their soul was currently being whisked away.
The closer Landon to them, the more pressure they felt.
How many men has he killed to have such a strong bloodthirsty aura?
Maybe it was their imagination, but they felt like the entire room was dark and covered with smoke, and Landon had red glowing eyes like an otherworldly beast.
The pressure was so great that some even laid flat on the floor rather than kneeling.
Marcus gritted his teeth and struggled to stand.
How can he kneel before this little chicken two times in a single day?
Dammit!