Listening to Altec sending for Julius, those in the court smiled and even started giggling in secret. Even if his Majesty wanted to save Julius, they knew that the fool wasn't very articulate.
Let's put it like this—In a war against countless old shrews who could chew and spit him out raw with their words, they felt it was impossible for them to lose a battle of the tongue against Julius.
In the meantime, Julius, who didn't know what storm was blowing his way from the Court, was now lazing around in his residence with Daisy and Frosh by his side. Steward Jhin was also here.
As for Zeenie and Rosh, they were out on other errands, ensuring the missions he gave to them were complete.
"Now then, please everyone take your seat."
In Julius' residential office, there were modern-style chairs and tables he specifically asked 15 of the carpenters he looked for, to make. These were people his mother trusted. They were loyal and had temporarily moved into his residence, until their contract with him was up.
As an even shrewder businessman and scientist in his former world, Julius understood the importance of keeping your talents closer to your heart.
Right now, he had not only tasked them with making these pieces for his residence, but had also tasked them with making Home, but for future purposes too.
With how enormous this was, Julius divided it into half. The upper front half had his office desk, seat and a few bookshelves along the walls leading to the massive window behind his desk.
The part they were now in, was the bottom half of the space, which was equally big too. Julius had the carpenters create a long table with its head facing a wall. In the future, he predicted writing boards and projected images will face that direction.
And along the tables were 15 equally elegantly carved wooden chairs with cushioned pillow buttons to ease everyone's butt. Yes, Julius styled it to look like a Conference space.
When he said the room was divided, there weren't any particular walls or partitions to physically divide the space.
No~... Julius used a very short wooden round decor table with a single vase of vibrant flowers to divide the space.
No one explained it to those coming in, but they seemed to see the invisible division after seeing the decor at the center of the space.
On the conference table, stood 3 jugs statically positioned for everyone's reach. They also had porcelain cups and neatly cut fabrics to whip any water that accidentally flows down the corners of their lips.
Some people were used to Julius's strange methods, while others felt it all surreal.
Taking a seat on his own masterpiece, Head Carpenter Borkman felt seating this high up was quite good. He was like a child playing with a new toy.
Understand that in this empire, everyone typically sat cross legged, close to the ground. And though they didn't mind it, sitting this way while working made their joints ache after very long hours.
Borkman noticed that when using these seats for longer hours, his knees, back and joints don't hurt as much.
Of course at home when with family, he preferred to sit cross legged. It brought a sense of closeness. But he noted that most people, especially scholars, would definitely prefer these seats when reading or working for longer hours.
When everyone took their seats, they immediately turned to face Julius who was seated at the forefront of the conference table. He had his hands clasped on the table with his back straight and upright.
"Zeenie, please distribute the documents."
"Right away, Young Master."
"And father-in-law, aren't you going to come in now?"
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Eh?.. Did they hear that right?
Everyone looked around in doubt… that was until they saw a towering broad shouldered individual appear out of thin air.
SINCE WHEN DID HE GET HERE?
Their hearts tightened, still puzzled by how the visitor got in when the door was closed.
Julius chuckled, looking at the window he purposefully left opened behind his grand desk.
Before heading for the meeting he was informed that his dear father-in-law—General Clayton Romero Campbell—had come to pay him a visit.
Since he already had a scheduled meeting, he informed them to lead Clayton to his chambers to await his arrival. But knowing how straight forward, hard-headed, and mischievous his father-in-law was, he already expected him to sneak into the meeting to take a look.
That's why he had already prepared a seat for his dear Father-in-law, who by the way, was probably here to send him a 'gift'. Of course it was the gift of receiving Clayton's first on his cheeks for tricking Owen to do a little dirty work for him.
Julius chuckled when recalling the deal he had with his soon-to-be Brother-in-law.
To further publicize his new dishes, he used Owen as free publicity, giving Owen Taco bells and KFC to take into the most famous gathering event for nobles and those with high ranked titles.
What event was that?... Well, it was the Year's 3rd and Final Poetry Gathering Event, an event many looked forward to all year.
There, young people show off their scholarly talents, crafting new poetry and phrases that gain the acknowledgement of the masses.
Scholarly talents are quickly spotted, with many even getting recommended to work and join factions of members belonging to the Royal Court. Some are also sent to ministries and other departments that aid in putting order and governing the empire.
Know that in today's society, scholars, and scribes were the most respected, since a majority of people are illiterate.
Julius grinned when thinking of the news reported to him last night.
It's said his dear brother-in-law, Owen Campbell, had not only done a marvelous job of advertising his dishes, but had even turned the Poetry Gathering into a WWE Wrestling ring after refusing to give one of the haughty scholars a piece of his KFC.
The scholar sneakily took a piece, but before he could take a bite, another person came over and snatched it away.
Now, both parties began tearing each other apart, and Owen was busy watching while eating the remaining KFC pieces. But not for long because soon, his taco bells were in jeopardy when they vanished from his hands in a blink of an eye.
"Give me that TACO!"
Many say those were the lost words they heard before the great battle began.
Owen had brought over 60 boxes of KFC and Taco Bells. Those who indeed got a taste of it went crazy when realizing it was finishing too fast before they could get another bite.
"Bastard! Let Go of that WING!"
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Well, the war was on. Alas, Julius wished he would have been there to see it first hand.
It had become the talk of the city overnight, and everyone knew that the person who initiated the whole thing, was the noble who dared to bring the dishes to the event — Owen Campbell.
…
Julius looked at the boiling General Clayton with an innocent gaze.
"Father-in-law, won't you take a seat?"
"_"