Vegetables
1567 Words
The land of tilled soil were smelted and insulated to the west of the mountain range. The android were working in their wheel to produce and provide the commodity for consumption of the human residents. Each row cultivated a distinctive variety of vegetables and fruits of the whole season, assured the prolific supply of the entire nutrients for the healthy life of the townspeople. A mass of chain-link fences were constructed to contain the area, sign of restriction for any trespassers who wanted to harvest the raw supplements for their own benefits.
To ensure the safety of the commodities, Mr. LORD has deployed additional protective combatants to cover the blind-spot of their automatic protection. They keeping themselves on guard, traversed the row and column of the plantation to provide none of the feasible gap to the food mongering avarice.
On the other course of the story, Reginald and Simon galloped their way to the farm by their metal-horse wagon. It was granted by their director, all for the sake of their mission to immerse the atmosphere of being a merchant in the city that they want to explore in the meantime.
“Look at all the fighting androids out of the fence, Mate. We can’t beat them all, even with my blade.”
“Yeah, agriculture is so important to Mr. LORD, apparently.”
As they went on foot across the fertilized soil, a glimpse of green array of light passed across them in a flash.
‘You may pass, Mr. Reginald Lambardi and Mr. Simon Reiner. Go to the left counter for the special purchase.’
“Shoot, they knew our cause from the beginning... no wonder they are not glaring at us from the start.”
“ That’s the might of technology for you. Ears are everywhere, you know.”
“Are you sure? Man, that’s shoot-the-boons amazing. Anyway, I’ll wait outside. Something like this better be yours to save.”
A short maze of the entry led Reginald to a human cashier, an employed clerk of the facility. Her face displayed a mix of shock and deprivation of human interaction. At first, The lady is asserted her gaze to him, then averted her attention back to the computer on the counter.
“Morning, May I help you?”
“Hello, Miss cashier. I, with my friends outside, were assigned to buy some greens for our mission.”
“Please put your hands in the vacant slot up front.”
(Bzzzttt......Bzzztttt)
“I’m sorry, Mr. Reginald Lambardi of Repugnare, but you have insufficient funds to buy the greens. Try again next time.”
“Hoy, Simon!!! I’ve got no money, come inside!!”
By Reginald’s cry of help, Simon hurried himself into the special counter.
“What happened?”
“Put your hands down there, Simon.”
“Okay....”
(bzztt.......bzzzttt)
“You, too, Mr. Reiner. I think you’ll have to mix the bill for this purchase, Mr Lambardi and Mr. Reiner.”
“It’s a yes from me. What about you, Regi?”
“ Verily. Miss cashier, proceed the exchange at once.”
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After their cart brimming with mountains of greens, Reginald and Simon move along their course to Malia. Sadly, their trip to the city has need to be done under the blazing shine of sun, the worst case of travelling with a wagon as the means of transport.
“Shoot, we are absolutely drying out here. I need shades, cold drinks, soda pop!! Arrgh!”
“Moaning doesn’t help us at all, Simon. We have to find a nice enclosure to drop by.”
“Do we stock up some beverages, Regi? I’m on the brink of cutting down trees and drunk myself with it right now, spare me a way to ease off this hunger.”
“You’re dehydrated, Simon. Sit down before it’s controlling your mind. “
“How can I be calm? Argh, I wanna s***h something up so bad right now!!”
Simon is swinging his blade awkwardly to the left, in trial to hit a passing trees on their way across.
“Yup, a close call to hallucination. Just enter the carriage for now, I’ll handle the horses.”
Simon stopped his wobbled accuracy of s***h and attempted to sheath his blade, although it seemed like a hardship to bear at his drunkard gesture to maintain. After several failed effort to put the blade in, Reginald is lending a hand and assisted his partner to shove the weapon back to its nest.
(Ring...Ring...)
Two pitch of tunes, followed by the countless vibration, cracked the fire out of Reginald’s bracelet without hesitation. Both of the concurring passengers stunned by the abrupt concoction of sound emanated from it.
(Ring-Ring)
“A phone call? Is it from your device, Mate?”
Reginald turned on his bracelet, finding Merry’s figure appeared instantly over the virtual screen from his device.
“Hello? Reginald?”
“Yes, what’s up, Merry?”
“Nothing... oh right, I have to inform both of you and Simon for the current emergency situation. Are you two still within the city?”
“Pretty close to Malia, Merry.”
“Good grief. Stop the horse right away!You have to pull the cart on foot.”
“Huh? Why so? It’s more convenient to have the metal horse dragging us in. We don’t have that much horse-power to haul the cart, too.”
“Do what I said, and your life there would be easier than ever.”
Reginald halting the metal horse’s progression in an instant, scrambled the package up and down as a result.
“Hey, calm down, will ya?!”
“Sorry, Simon. Direct order from the top.”
“Yo, Simon. Greetings from the base.”
“OH, HI MERRY!!! You have something to drink?”
“Yes, I have. Can’t share it with you, though. Anyway... Regi, press the hidden button under the belly.”
Reginald descended down off the driver’s seat, following Merry’s command to seek for a switch underneath the metal horse’s stomach.
“Mmmm... ah, there you are.”
All of sudden, the horses are twitched heavily, turned itself inside-out and transformed into two metallic cubes in a split second.
“The pocket horses, neatly shrunk and fit to the pocket! My latest invention.”
“Why do we have to pack the horses, Merry? Is there something amiss?”
“Yes, it does. Malia, you have ideas of what it meant? A horse, duh. Anyway, If I don’t make this call, you would be kicked out from the city forever. In other words, blacklisted. You can always set off to the Fishman kingdom to make up the plan.”
(Bip-Bip... Bip-Bip....)
The bracelet’s battery indicator is bleeping up repeatedly in a conform sequence.
“Ah, it’s running low...”
“....Furthermore, you could mime the act of dragging the cart with no problem whatsoever. Twist the oil lamp decoration counter-clockwise, Regi.”
Reginald did the command thoroughly as advised. The carriage is quivering subsequently, emanated a faint sound of a diesel engine inside the cabin afterwards.
“The machinery is a mere decoration, or ornament, perhaps? However, this carriage could be hauled entirely as if it was made of a soft pillow. Have a taste of it, Regi.”
As foretold, Reginald can pull the whole cart without much effort, exerted a little of his energy to drag it down the flat surface.
“Moreover, The motor underneath the wagon would assist you with its own force when dragging this bad boy uphill. A masterpiece to me, at least.”
“I’m agree with you, Merry. It is a refined art and a great disguise for espionage.”
“Haha, You are awesome as always, Merry. Never doubted your skills anymore, for certain.”
“Shut your lips, Simon. A praise from our Mr. Novice is modest for me to brag, hehe.”
“Splendid. See you later, Merry.”
“Bye, Honey!!”
“Shush!! Simon, It’s a harassment to call her that way. ”
The two vagabond are cruising down the highway on their footsteps, entailed by the giant horse-less wagon. A witness is absent on the view of the latent camouflage of the con-artist. A phenomenon to behold, the all-might raw energy of a normal human, to carry a humongous weight to stay alive.
“Hmm, how to make our work look ‘normal,’ Regi? We must be a weirdo to them.”
“You have a point for this one, and we forgot to ask this issue anyhow.”
“I’ll send a message to her quickly.”
As Simon doing his job to deliver the mail, Reginald is searching for peculiarity within the wagon.
“Haha, she replied really fast for stuff like this. Okay, A manual is hidden below the driver’s seat. It would pose the well-suited answer for your problems.”
“I get it right away. Watch my back, Simon.”
“Roger.”
Reginald, in retrospect to the instructions by Merry, digging down beneath the driver’s seat. After spending some time to ransack the hollowed seat, he is pulling out a finely-crafted book from the bottom.
“Urgh, quite thick for a manual.”
“She wrote down a book for operating the wagon. It must be having a bunch of tinkering here and there.”
“As a matter of fact, she does mentioned a lot of functionality for this relic. Flying, trampling, speeding up the pace, even self-defense activation methods. We got a battleship for a single mission, overall.”
Reginald flipped some hidden compartment and off-the-rail mechanism on the carriage. As the end of their experiment, the carriage's parts were transformed into a bunch of equipment and utilities. For their own issues to behold at this point, however, Reginald chose to minimize the structure of their wagon for better disguise from the crowd.
“Shoot, definitely a lady, she is. No wonder I love her so much.”
“Hmm, beauty and a beast indeed, Simon. How it goes, though?”
“Slippery slope, tumbling down, you name it. She doesn’t interested with a moronic audacity like me. You might be a perfect choice for her, brother.”
“Thanks for the compliment, but no. I’ve someone waiting for me right now.”
“Hihihihi...... A novice in love.”
Simon is shrugging his shoulder, then patting the back of his partner with gentle manner.
“Who’s got herself lucky to earn it? Maria?”
Reginald was flustered by Simon’s deduction, blushing in effect of a random guessing from his partner.
“Heh, easily predicted, even with a brawn like you, Simon.”
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